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The wind blows Judai's umbrella out of his hand, leaving him and Manjoume open in the downpour. Manjoume curses, pulls on Judai's jacket to get him to move towards cover, but Judai grabs his hand, calls out his name.
Manjoume stops. He stares into Judai's eyes, gravitates closer, releases Judai's jacket and slowly trails his hands into Judai's hair. Judai puts his hands on Manjoume's waist.
They'll miss the bus, then they'll miss the train--they'll have to call a cab, if any are running in this weather.
Judai inches forward; Manjoume launches in, kissing Judai hard, rain be damned.