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There's a light pattering outside. To the average person, this would be no big deal.
As expected, Karamatsu is not the average person.
His eyes light up, and he scrambles to the nearest window. “She's here.” You open your mouth to ask him who he means, but he dashes over to you, takes your hand, and tugs you along behind him. “Hurry!”
You've always wondered why he had flip-flops by the door when he insisted that he needed “better footwear” than that, but you have no time to question why he's wearing them now. You honestly have just enough time to slip on your own before he runs right into the rain with a sound somewhere between a holler and a squeal.
“She's arrived, and she's just as lovely as ever!”
“You mean the rain?” You step out, and the freezing cold drops combined with the warm air leaves you shouting too.
“Of course! You see, the storm…” he snaps, fingers slick from the storm, “is my bride!”
“You're serious?”
“Absolutely!” He tips his head back, eyes slipping closed. “A powerful force, completely unstoppable, swirling clouds and winds whipping through your very core!” His feet glide across soaked grass, and the wind seems to twirl around you as he does. “Thunder and lightning and rain! Oh, the rain! Warm or cold, light or heavy, washing away all tension and suffering, refreshing the world below!” Karamatsu looks skyward again, arms outstretched, and you realize about then that he left his sunglasses inside. The rain grows in intensity as he speaks; right now, it's easily twice as heavy as when you came out. “The storm makes gray look vibrant, makes a dry world feel new again! I've been in love for years! She won't be selfish with her affections, however.” His arms drift to his sides again as he approaches you. “I may love her, but she isn't only mine. She belongs to no man, but adores all she touches.” One of his hands traces your jaw, lifting your chin, tilting your face to the sky. “Look up, and she'll kiss you as tenderly as she kisses me.”
You look at him, and he looks so expectant, so happy, that you give in. You close your eyes, tip your head back towards the clouds, and you feel very conscious of where the drops land. Over your cheekbones, on each eyelid, the tip of your nose, and one large drop right in the center of your bottom lip, followed by a sprinkling of smaller drops over the rest.
You open your eyes in surprise, and he laughs as he takes your hands in his, “You see, don't you?” He leans his forehead against yours, and he's barely audible above the roar of rain on rooftops when he whispers, “It's lovely to see two of my greatest loves getting along so swimmingly.” His rain-soaked, cold lips press against yours for an instant before he's tugging you out to a clearer place where the rain comes down even heavier, and you let him.
After all, if you're going to get anywhere with this boy, you have to win over his first love, right?