𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒕 || Windbreaker one-shots

To the rhythm of your heart || Mitsuki Kiryuu

 "To the rhythm of your heart"

= Song(s) ; Hot rod/Question love, remix =

As the storm raged outside, Mitsuki calmly walked down the corridors leading to different classes.

The others had all went home, and it was rather late, but having no intentions of returning home for personal reasons, he had decided to go back to his class and play rhythm games.

So, with that plan in mind, he gently pushed the door of the class open, humming a soft tune as he was excited to farm his favourite game, earphones tightly plugged in his ears.

He pulled back his chair, and, at that moment, thunder flashed outside the window, landing in the courtyard in a loud rumble.

Mitsuki barely flinched, thinking the chaos of the weather would only grant him a more pleasant gaming experience.

That was until he heard a soft, panicked scream.

He took off one of his earphones and listened, trying to pinpoint the sound, but, as he heard nothing, he put it back, thinking he was hearing things.

When the clouds rumbled once more though, a panicked yet muffled sound could be heard once more, and Mitsuki knew he wasn't crazy.

So he walked around the class, searching for the origin of the sound. It seemed to come from the front of the class, so Mitsuki approached carefully, his phone's flashlight guiding him through the darkness.

From behind the curtains could be seen a mass, who was visibly shaking.

Mitsuki slowly pulled the curtain back, peeking his head through the interstice to see who was behind it.

"(Last name) ? What are you doing here at such a tardy hour ?"

Noticing that you were uncomfortable, the young man shook his head.

"Nevermind" He said "We'll figure that out later. Come on, you'll catch a cold if you stay pressed against that wall"

Gently taking your hand in his, he guided you toward the back of the classroom. Then, after making sure you were comfortably seated, he pressed his index finger right below his lower lip, thinking.

"I'll go get something, I'll be right back. I wonder where we put them..."

And mumbling that, he disappeared, leaving you cautiously waiting for him.

When he later reappeared, his arms were covered by the warm fabric of the blanket he was carrying.

"Here, that should keep us warm !"

He softly smiled, and sat himself on his table, which was pushed against the wall so that he could lean his back against it. He patted the spot besides him, inviting you to take a seat.

"So, why are you still here ?" He asked, as he covered your knees with the blanket, keeping you warm.

"There's a storm outside ?" You mumbled hesitantly.

"Yeah, but usually the others leave early, before the clouds start to show up. So... why didn't you go with them ?"

He paused after asking this question and realised that he was in a similar situation, not wanting to go home for reasons he had trouble talking about.

"I'm sorry. It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. Is it the storm that scares you so ?"

"Kind of..." you eyed his features, that were gently embraced by the light his screen emitted.