𝓡𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝔁 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

61. Nagi x Rin

It was one of those autumn days that felt like dusk from the moment the sky woke up. Heavy clouds pressed low over the city, the kind that swallowed the light and muffled the world. The rain hadn’t stopped since morning — a steady, relentless downpour that turned every sound into the same soft rhythm.

Rin Itoshi didn’t mind.
If anything, he liked it.

No practice, no noise, no people. Just the hum of the rain against his window and the quiet of his room. He’d drawn the curtains half-shut, the world outside melting into grey shadows while he buried himself under his blankets, a book open on his lap. His phone, lying face-down on his desk, blinked once with a soft notification before it fell silent again.

He didn’t notice.
Or maybe he did — and chose not to.

The last thing he saw before muting his phone was Nagi’s message:

> ily

He read it.
He smiled faintly.
And then… he put the phone down.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. Rin just didn’t know how to respond sometimes. Love — it still felt like a new language, one he wasn’t fluent in yet.

Meanwhile, somewhere across the city, Nagi Seishiro sat slumped on a couch in Reo’s living room, watching the storm through a glass window. His hood was up, his posture lazy as always, but his mind wasn’t as empty as it looked.

“Yo, you good?” Reo asked, tossing a bag of chips at him.
Nagi caught it, though his eyes stayed glued to his phone screen. “He didn’t answer.”

Reo blinked. “Who, Rin?”
“Mhm.”

Nagi’s thumb hovered over their chat. The last message was still hanging there, unread — the tiny timestamp mocking him. He’d said I love you first this time. Usually, Rin was the one who said it in his quiet, awkward way, after Nagi teased it out of him.

But now… nothing.

Something twisted in his chest, a dull, uncomfortable feeling. Nagi didn’t get worried easily — he was too laid-back for that — but there was something about the storm, about the silence on the other end, that made him uneasy.

Before Reo could ask what he was doing, Nagi was already on his feet.
“Bro, where are you going in this weather?”
Nagi tugged his hood up. “To him.”

The rain hit harder as he walked. He could’ve called a cab, but he didn’t. He didn’t even open an umbrella. He just kept walking, sneakers splashing through puddles, cold water soaking into his clothes.

Halfway there, he stopped by a small flower shop — the only one still open, lights flickering behind the fogged glass. The old lady behind the counter gave him a soft smile when he pointed at a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

“They’re his favorite,” Nagi murmured, more to himself than her.

By the time he reached the Itoshi house, he was drenched from head to toe. His hair stuck to his forehead, and the flowers trembled slightly in his hand. He knocked once.

The door opened a few seconds later. Sae stood there, towel draped around his neck, an eyebrow raised in mild confusion.

“...Nagi?”
“Hi.”
Sae’s gaze swept over him — wet clothes, bouquet, tired eyes — and then he sighed. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.”
“He’s upstairs,” Sae said finally, stepping aside. “Bedroom on the left.”

Nagi nodded once and made his way up. The wooden stairs creaked under his soaked shoes.

He stopped outside Rin’s door and hesitated for a moment. Then, he knocked gently.

No answer.
He pushed it open anyway.

Rin looked up, startled — a half-open book slipping from his hands.
“Nagi?”

Nagi stood there in the doorway, rainwater dripping onto the floor, the faintest pout on his lips.
“You didn’t answer,” he said simply.

Rin blinked, still processing. “What are you— why are you soaked?”
“Was raining,” Nagi said, deadpan. “Wanted to see you.”

Rin sighed, exasperated but softening at the same time. He got up, grabbed a towel from his desk, and crossed the room.
“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, pressing the towel into Nagi’s hair.
“Yeah,” Nagi said, eyes half-lidded as he leaned into the touch. “Your idiot, though.”

Rin froze for a second, his ears turning red.
“Shut up.”

Nagi smiled lazily — the kind of smile that always disarmed him. “You didn’t answer my message.”
“I was reading,” Rin mumbled. “Didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“Thought you were mad at me.”
“I’m not.”

The rain beat harder against the windows, filling the silence that stretched between them.

Then Nagi reached into his jacket pocket — carefully, so the flowers wouldn’t get crushed — and held out the small bouquet.
“Brought these. Thought they’d look good here.”

Rin took them, eyes softening. “You walked through a storm for this?”
“For you,” Nagi corrected quietly.

Rin’s throat felt tight. He didn’t know what to say. Instead, he set the flowers down on his desk, turned back, and pulled Nagi closer. The smell of rain and faint shampoo clung to him.

“Next time,” Rin murmured against his shoulder, “just call me again.”
“I did. You muted your phone.”
“...Right.”

Nagi chuckled, a low, lazy sound that melted into the rhythm of the rain. “Guess it’s good I came, then.”

Rin didn’t answer this time — he just hugged him tighter.

They ended up curled together on the bed, Rin tucked under the blanket, Nagi pressed against his side, their legs tangled. The storm outside softened to a gentle drizzle, the air warm and quiet.

Nagi’s fingers traced idle patterns along Rin’s wrist.
“You should ignore me more often,” he murmured. “If it means I get this.”
Rin smiled faintly, eyes half-closed. “Don’t push your luck.”

But Nagi just grinned, eyes heavy with sleep. “’Kay.”

The world outside stayed dark and cold, but inside that room, under that blanket, it felt like the rain had been worth it.

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