#forvee a rain hater

[etherealrin]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ sugar.

the raindrops fall in thick and heavy cascades, dancing across the now wet cement of the sidewalk. the sky is bitterly gray, ominous clouds littering above. the wind is ferocious and threatens to blow one away. itoshi rin stands under the overhang of the school’s entrance, hesitant to step out. it’s absolutely pouring, and rin sighs: what a wonderful day it was to forget his umbrella. soccer practice was indefinitely cancelled in this weather as well, leaving rin with no choice but to trudge home alone whilst it rained absolute buckets on him.

and he’s about to do just that, halfway out the glass doors, when he hears someone call his name. it’s you, brandishing a pastel pink umbrella in your hands, beaming at rin as if he was the greatest thing you’d ever laid eyes on.

rin suddenly thinks you’re an angel—his one and only savior—and a sight for sore eyes, his heartbeat erratically spiking as you draw nearer.

your laugh is a light and melodic sound as you tease him: “rin, don’t tell me you were planning to walk home in that!”

“i mean, practice is cancelled” rin replies. it’s making him dizzy, in the best way possible, you’re standing so close to him and the scent of your sweet perfume is intoxicating. rin thinks that he’s hooked.

“…let’s go get ice cream!” is your only response, eyes lighting up giddily like a kid.

“in that?” rin parrots your earlier bewildered tone, gesturing at the natural disaster occurring outside.

“you know you want to,” you tug at the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling him under your pale pink umbrella. “plus, you’ll probably win again anyway.”

rin’s aware of how odd the scene must look right now; him, dressed in mostly blacks and gray, dark hair and stormy eyes, following you, a little bundle of sunshine, and your umbrella in all its pink glory. he thinks he’s like a stray cat that you enjoy adopted, his unwavering loyalty to you from the fact that you saved him. it didn’t help that he was far taller and having to bend over a bit to stay dry, spiky bangs brushing against your ear as he does so.

and rin knows he’d happily follow you wherever you went, even if you decided to walk straight off a cliff, so he stops arguing and wordlessly takes the umbrella from you, holding it at a more suitable height.

he’s rewarded with another one of your smiles, the ones that make him weak to his knees and wonder if you gave everyone else that same grin. he secretly hopes that he’s special, that you wouldn’t smile like that for any other guy.

you’re the sugar to his bitter, the sweet to his salt, and rin can’t recall how or when he fell for you. all he knows is this: as you drag him towards the corner store that sells his favorite popsicles, itoshi rin is eternally grateful for you. when rin bites into the popsicle, he smiles softly; he’s won again. strangely enough, he’s always a winner when he’s with you.

maybe you bring him luck, maybe he’s just happy that you’re there and that you care. one day, he’ll be able to articulate how he feels, how you make him feel, and he’ll love you right. but for now, this would have to do: the closeness between him and you under a pink umbrella, fingers inches away from intertwining, neither of you sure how to make the first move.

a/n: slight inspo brockhampton’s sugar! one of my fav things EVER is rin x cute reader!! can be read as g/n btw!

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