A week passed, and Taro's bruises faded.
He stretched, feeling almost back to normal.
"Time to celebrate," Yume said, grinning.
"Let's hit the arcade!" Ryo suggested.
The four friends set off, eager for a fun-filled afternoon.
_Arcade Adventures_
They spent hours competing in racing games, laughing and teasing each other.
Taro crushed Arata in a dance battle, while Yume dominated air hockey.
Ryo impressed with his skills in a first-person shooter.
As they left the arcade, darkness gathered outside.
"Looks like rain," Arata noted.
Suddenly, droplets turned into a downpour.
"Run!" Yume shouted.
They sprinted toward the dorms, but Arata lagged behind.
His clothes soaked through, clinging to his frame.
Taro rushed back, concern etched on his face.
"Arata, you're getting soaked!"
Arata shook his head.
"I'm fine."
Taro pulled off his hoodie.
"Take this."
Arata hesitated before accepting.
Yume and Ryo exchanged a knowing glance, smirking.
Arata shot them a death glare.
"Not. One. Word."
Taro chuckled.
"Thanks, Taro," Arata said, donning the hoodie.
As they reached the dorm, Arata's shivering was evident.
"Hot shower for you," Yume decreed.
Ryo nodded.
"And some dry clothes."
Arata smiled gratefully.
"Thanks, guys."
In the dorm's common room, Arata peeled off his wet shirt.
Taro handed him a towel.
"You're shivering."
Arata wrapped himself in the towel.
"Your hoodie saved me."
Taro smiled.
"Anytime."
Yume teased.
"Cuddle buddies."
Ryo playfully rolled his eyes.
"Yume."
Arata blushed.
"Shut up."
The group laughed, warmth and friendship filling the room.
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Taming The Thunderstorm
Roman d'amour...it's a BL story....I can't say nothing else
