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Y/N loves the rain more than Hajime fully understands. He grew up with Tooru, who grumbles at the rain since it causes his hair to get frizzy. There was never any dancing in puddles or racing in the streets. The childlike joy of it wasn’t something Hajime experienced growing up, so he just didn’t see the appeal in it. However, Y/N loves the rain in such a way it seems like his feelings are too big for his body.
“Hajime, please,” Y/N whines as they stand on the porch. He’s so close to the porch stairs there’s the threat he’ll get soaked from the rain. While Hajime wears a rain jacket and rain boots, Y/N wears a loose hoodie and sneakers. He pulls at Hajime’s sleeve. “Just for a minute.”
Hajime looks past him, and the rain aggressively slaps the sidewalk in such a way it must be painful to stand in. It reminds him of those turned up rain sounds on YouTube that people either have alone or as an overlay that covers the music more than it should. Then there’s the air conditioner unit humming from 20 feet away, which attempts to cover the rain sound slightly, enough for it to really sound like an overlay. If he’s being honest, the rain is nice. The smell and sound are soothing, along with how cool the temperature is compared to yesterday. All of it is nice.
“You’re insane if you think I’m going out in that,” Hajime says, because while it’s nice, he doesn’t want to get a cold or be soaked. Y/N pouts, and there’s a tug at Hajime’s heart. “Hey, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” Y/N asks as he pouts even more. It’s nearing enough to break Hajime, who is just a simple man in love with his best friend. Sad best friend stands in front of him, leaning in closer. “Hajime,” he whines again.
“No.”
Hajime’s voice is final, but he hears the soft cracks in it. Cracks that if he’s pushed just a little more, then he’ll do whatever Y/N wants. He hopes to remain strong enough, though, even if it’s unlikely.
“Please?” Y/N asks, and he looks at him with shimmering eyes and an even bigger pout. “Just for a minute?”
It’s a quick process, Y/N pulling his wrist a little to test the waters, and Hajime willingly goes. He’ll never say that, though. He’ll say he put up a fight, even if they both know he gave in from the beginning. It’s better being seen as tougher than he actually is. Only Y/N needs to know the truth.
He’s not pulled his hood up, so the rain is cold against his face and quickly soaks his hair. Y/N’s hand leaves his wrist when they’re far enough into the driveway that Hajime can’t just run away. He leans his head back as he throws his arms out and spins. Laughter comes from Y/N as if he’s a child experiencing rain for the first time. Hajime can’t stop himself from smiling.
“Come on!” Y/N says, clearly meaning for Hajime to join in on the spinning. When Hajime doesn’t, Y/N takes both of his hands and forces him to spin with him.
Hajime fights the urge to tell him it’s been longer than a minute—it’s what he’d do if it was Tooru in front of him—but he can’t. He finds himself spinning with Y/N instead. Laughter doesn’t bubble out of him like it does for Y/N, but his chest is so full of warmth it threatens to bleed out into his limbs.
They come to a stop, and they’re both absolutely soaked now. Hajime’s rain jacket does little to help him, even though it’s meant to be the very best quality. They’re breathing heavily, and the smile on Y/N’s face makes Hajime smile with him.
“I love you,” Y/N says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. He looks just as surprised as Hajime feels. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
It’s quiet for a moment as Hajime attempts to wrap his head around it. The warmth in his chest is now a fire burning at his skin. The rain should put it out—make his heart stop pounding. He’s waiting for it, even if he doubts it will.
“Actually, I said it, because experiencing this with you makes life so much better,” Y/N says, looking Hajime head on. “I love the rain, but I love it more with you.”
“I’ve never cared about the rain,” Hajime says, the confession at the tip of his tongue. It wants to jump out of his mouth along with his heart and end up in Y/N’s hands. “But it’s nice when you’re here.”
Y/N looks at him for a moment before laughing slightly. He’s so soaked that Hajime fears he’ll get a cold. Not that Y/N would suffer alone. Hajime would nurse him back to health, missing work and class if needed. It’s what they do—Hajime takes care of Y/N, and Y/N cares for him back. It’s a fact everyone knows.
Y/N looks down at Hajime’s lips as he takes a step forward and then looks back into Hajime’s eyes. Hajime’s heart races as it gets harder to breathe. Is Y/N going to kiss him? Is he going to get what he’s wanted for so long? Hajime moves in too, and then they’re kissing.
Everything is electric and wet, and Hajime pulls Y/N in by the hips as Y/N wraps his arms around Hajime’s shoulders. Their bodies are pressed together, but it’s not enough. Y/N tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck, and Hajime’s breath stutters. He needs air, but he finds it harder to pull away than to breathe. Dying would be easier than losing this moment he’s wanted for so long.
Y/N pulls away first, and Hajime chases after him, but he keeps his arms wrapped around Hajime’s shoulders. He’s not going far, just enough for them to breathe, heavy and ragged. Hajime’s heart pounds so hard he hears it in his ears. It’s dizzying, but not like it is to kiss Y/N. That’s another level of dizziness that lingers.
“I love you,” Hajime says, and Y/N’s face brightens with fondness from his smile.
“I know,” he says, and Hajime chuckles. “But I love you more.”
Hajime’s smile grows as he shakes his head. “Not a chance.”
Y/N laughs this time before he’s leaning in to kiss Hajime again.