Tokyo's Rainy Season

Gin loves the rain. 

He loves it too much, Hiromi thinks. Love it the way he loves everything, wholly, completely, with total and absolute abandon. 

Its quite possibly, Hiromi thinks, is one of the things that he likes the most about him. 

Gin seemed distracted as he looked out the window of the library he and Hiromi currently occupied. Hiromi just watched him for a few moments, watched the way his green eyes were lit up by the almost harsh fluorescent lights in the library, the way his freckles moved across his cheeks when he crinkled his nose  every few minutes, the way his fingers had paused mid-way through turning the page in the book he had been reading up until a few moment prior. A small smile found its way to his lips, Gin's own parted with the ghost of a forgotten breath, eyes wide in awe as he watched rivulets of water run down the glass window. 

Gin's weakness #13: Gin is very easily distracted. 

"Gin? Gin you're spacing out again?"

Hiromi prodded gently, Gin's head whipping over to face him, like he'd pulled him out of a daydream. 

"Huh? Oh sorry, what were we talking about?"

Solution #13: distract Gin with something better. 

Hiromi shrugged off his apology, pushing his black framed glasses back up his nose. 
"You were telling me about tragic and comedic nouns in No Longer Human?"

It wasn't what they had been talking about, but Gin always got so elated and excited whenever there was any reference to his favourite novel, author or favourite concepts in the book itself, and here Hiromi was sparking a conversation of all three topics. 

"Oh yeah!" There it was, the way his green eyes lit up with interest. It wasn't like Hiromi was particularly interested in the topic, but he liked the way that Gin spoke, gesturing with his hands as if they would be able to help him paint a better picture for Hiromi. He found himself leaning on his fist, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as Gin spoke animatedly on different nouns and their apparent 'roles' as either comedic or tragic. 
Gin absolutely delved himself into the conversation, in its whole, complete. With total and absolute abandon. 

It occured to Hiromi that this should frighten him. 

Its wasn't quite dark yet, when they started walking home, the rain hadn't quite let up and his back ached from hunching over the table listening to Gin talk for hours. Gin danced through the rain with a colourful laugh, splashing in puddles and kicking drops of water over to Hiromi when he lifted his boots, laughing brightly and whooping at every flash of lightning in the sky. 

"You're going to get sick if you keep that up" Hiromi called, raising his voice above the roar of rain. 
Gin held an umbrella but it didn't help. His red hair was darkened and plastered to his widely grinning face, water rolling in beads down his face and his blue long sleeved shirt sticking to his skin. He never dressed sensibly for the weather, unlike Hiromi, who stood in a brown peacoat darkened with the rain, a deep blue scarf wound around his neck. 

"Isn't it incredible?" Gin hollered, grinning so wide Hiromi thought his cheeks had to hurt. Hiromi rolled his eyes, having removed his glasses to put in the safety of his coat pocket. The thunder rumbled loudly as if agreeing with the redhead. 

Gin laughed, throwing his arms up with reckless abandon. "See, incredible?"

It wasn't yet dark enough to miss the way Gin smiled with all his teeth, or the way his impossibly green eyes didn't need to reflect light, but emitted their own sort of glow, and its never dark enough to hide that boundless, bubbling energy that is so true to Gin in the best way.