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You didn’t notice when it started raining out, but it was already falling down in sparse sheets onto the smooth grey pavement outside, collecting in ravenous expanding puddles that posed the looming threat of ruining your shoes if you got too close. You sighed, absentmindedly watching the water collect into thick streaks on the window as you placed the heavy bag of dried cat food back on the shelf. Much like the cats you were in charge of looking after, you didn’t care for getting wet, especially not getting soaked walking home just because you were silly enough to forget your umbrella. Maybe Ichimatsu would have one when he came to pick you up and walk you back to your house. He liked to walk you home from the cat shelter because you always let him play with the cats while you cleaned up, before you locked them all up for the evening. This gave him the chance to interact with them alone and spend a little more time with them than what he had to settle for at the shelter before he started dating you and had to abide by visiting hours like a normal person.
Today, for some reason, he didn’t even arrive at the building until after you’d already refilled the cat food dispensers and locked up the kitties in their enclosures. When you told him that, you could see an expression of disappointment shoot across his features, despite the surgical mask that covered the lower half of his face.
“Yeah...sorry I’m late,” Ichimatsu muttered, “I know I’m disappointing. As a person.”
“Come on. man. I don’t mind that you’re late,” you sighed, patting the seat next to you on the worn couch you were waiting on, inviting him to shuffle over and join you, “I’m stuck here anyway. My boss accidentally took the keys to the place and needs to come back so we can actually lock up…I would have let you know sooner but she only just texted me about it…”
Ichimatsu shrugged and leaned back into the couch, “Sounds like a pain,” he remarked.
You faced him and folded your tired legs underneath you, “Sorry, Ichi. Guess you’re stuck here with me.” You reached forward and started running your hand through his soft, messy hair, causing him to close his eyes and absentmindedly lean into your touch.
“...” Ichimatsu looked away, but placed his hand shyly on your leg, “…that…’snot so bad.”
Ichimatsu could be a tough nut to crack, affection wise. But you’d been dating long enough that he had finally started playing it safe a little less and letting himself get comfortable with you and your relationship a little more. You were really happy, you never wanted to force him to come out of his shell, and it seemed like the less you pushed, the more he relaxed. You placed your hand on top of his and toyed with the sleeve of his soft, worn hoodie. His clothes were a little damp from the rain, but you really didn’t mind.
“Thanks for coming to get me. And…thanks for waiting with me,” you said softly. You brought your eyes up to his face and found that he had turned his body to face you and he was hesitantly meeting your gaze, which was still a welcome change from him averting his eyes as he normally did.
You decided to test the waters and leaned forward to place a soft kiss over his mask. He closed his eyes when you did and pressed back, returning the gesture. Encouraged, you slowly brought your hands up to his mask and took it off, giving him the opportunity to stop you if you were moving too fast for him. He didn’t, so you closed the gap between your faces, kissing him slowly and softly on the lips.
Ichimatsu still kissed nervously. You’d only kissed him a handful of times, and each time you could sense that half of him couldn’t believe it was happening, half of him really wanted to do a good job, and all of him was thinking wayyyyy too much to actually have fun. You tried to assure him he was doing well by occasionally giving soft hums and clutching at his hoodie with your hands. You felt him relax, losing a little self-consciousness, and his hands found your waist, rolling up the fabric of your shirt gingerly to touch your soft skin. You decided to be bold and bite his bottom lip and he straight up moaned and grabbed your hips tightly. Wow, dude is a bit more into this than you measured??? Not that that’s a bad thing. You pulled back slightly out of surprise and he looked more than a little embarrassed.
“You good?” you said, trying not to look or sound smug at how wound up you got him just from kissing, “we can stop if I’m going too fast.”
“I-…” he flushed. Not good; the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel self conscious, “That you’d even want to kiss a piece of garbage like me-“
“I sure do,” you cut him off before he could get into one of his ‘I’m a big pile of trash’ monologues, “…if you’re up for it, that is. I’d like to do that a lot.”
That last sentence came out a little huskier than you intended, but it looked like Ichimatsu was really down to clown.
“…If you’re sure you want to kiss me. I won’t stop you.”
You pushed yourself forward onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist, “You’re so cute, Ichimatsu”
He flushed and you kissed him deeply, your hands cupping his face and your thumbs tracing his cheekbones. One of his hands grabbed your hip hungrily as the other travelled warily up the back of your shirt and he leaned back onto the arm of the couch until you were practically on top of him. You broke away from his lips and pattered soft kisses down his jawline, until you arrived at the crook of his neck. You nuzzled your face in and bit him lightly, his breath hitching as you covered his skin in sloppy kisses, your hands grabbing greedily at the fabric of his shirt.
“FFffffuck! Fuck!” Ichimatsu hissed out your name as you softly bit his neck and he grabbed your waist desperately, rocking his hips upwards into you.
Suddenly you heard the door open in the next room and your boss’s voice hesitantly call out your name. You scrambled backwards off of the Matsuno boy and smoothed out your clothes, trying to look presentable as you rushed out of the room to meet your employer. Ichimatsu followed shortly after with his mask pulled back on, cloaking the blush that enveloped both of his cheeks.
“That could have gone worse,” you shrugged as you walked in the general direction of your apartment building with Ichimatsu. He didn’t, in fact, bring an umbrella with him, but the rain had cleared up entirely by now, leaving nothing behind but puddles and that earthy, wet smell in the air. Ichimatsu’s eyes were glued to the ground.
“If she suspected something, I certainly couldn’t tell,” you continued, mostly to yourself, “and she didn’t say anything so I think we’re in the clear?”
Ichimatsu shrugged, “…I think she was staring at me though. Maybe she couldn’t stand the sight of me.”
You rolled your eyes and stopped to look at him, “Well I certainly can- oop.”
You saw what she was probably staring at. Maybe you were a little less gentle on his neck than you should have been.
“Ichimatsu, uh…we should. Buy you some concealer,” you giggled to yourself and ran your fingers over the purple hickeys you left on his skin. God help him if his brothers eventually discover the marks, which knowing Ichimatsu’s bad luck, they probably will.
Ichimatsu’s eyes widened in realization of what you were alluding to, and then he sighed in defeat and let you lead him by the hand in the direction of a nearby drug store.
“…still worth it.” Ichimatsu smiled under his mask.