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Mai was soaked. She darted between the crowds of bustling pedestrians, trying to shield herself under the velvety black domes of their umbrellas. They smelled of business; neatly pressed shirts and ironed coats, briefcase and tie holding the aroma of a morning coffee. Everyone seemed to have a purpose, somewhere to be - everyone except Mai. 

With the rain still hitting her shoulder blades, the small-framed brunette shoved her way through the river of people and into a nearby bus stop. It was odious and uncomfortable; she obviously wasn't the only one who thought the bus shelter would be a good place to rest. The passersby surrounding her were too close to comfort. The body odour was disgusting, and Mai had a great view of every tiny hair on a young boy's neck. She was paralysed - not that she had a choice - in the sardine-tin bus shelter. This sucks, Mai thought, rolling her eyes. 

Just then, a bulky woman waddled past, her huge hips sashaying as she pushed everyone aside with her sheer thickness. Mai flinched. The boy standing in front of her stepped back, leading her to lose her balance completely. She toppled over backwards. Backwards right into a pair of muscular arms, that is. Glancing up in embarrassment, Mai met the eyes of a cotton-candy prince.

"Hey there," the boy said, flashing her an upside down grin. His eyes were like violets, the same colour as Mai's, looking a little too big for his face. His nose was dainty and handsome, while his cheesy smile was wider than his jaw could contain. Locks of wild, strawberry hair sat like a messy mop on his head. The boy gripped Mai's sides and pulled her up steady. "You alright?"

Mai dusted herself off, flustered. She could feel her face burning but feigned obliviousness as she smoothed out the wrinkles on her white boyfriend shirt. Electric lilac eyes barely visible through messy black bangs, she managed a smile. "I'm... okay."

"Kiss me."

The boy held out a thin, pale hand. Mai stared up at him detestably. Her arms were bound tight by her sides. Her eyes drifted down to his lips. She wanted to punch him in his pretty boy mouth.

"Excuse me?" she exclaimed, finally finding words to say. She recoiled in disgust. What kind of sick fairy-tale knight was he? Just because he helped me up doesn't mean I owe him anything!

The pink-haired boy chuckled lightly - it was unbelievable how a such a jerk like him could seem so amiable - and shook his head. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realise." Even his apology seemed light-hearted and insincere. He retracted his hand, running his long fingers through his hair nervously. "I was trying to introduce myself. My name's Kisumi Shigoni. K-I-S-U-M-I."

"Oh." Mai had no other words to say. What was appropriate when an adorably awkward stranger accidentally insisted you make out with him? A conversation in Mai's mind ran along the lines of: That's alright, you're cute, wanna kiss anyway?

But instead, she replied with the same old, same old, "I'm Mai Momoka."

"Nice to meet you, Mai-san." Kisumi's smile was quick and easy to appear back on his face. Mai liked that. "Sorry about before again. This isn't the first time that has happened."

Mai laughed, loosening up. "Damn, that's unfortunate." She almost couldn't feel her faded skinny jeans clinging to her thighs anymore. Amidst the thrum of the city, it was as if they were alone. Alone together.

"We should probably get out of here, you know," Kisumi suggested, gesturing towards the street. "If we want to get out of here alive." Boy, did he look good in a tight shirt and Letterman jacket. 

"We?" Mai looked up, questioning him. He was a few inches or so taller, towering over her.

"Yeah." Kisumi nodded. "'Cus we're friends now, right?"

Mai laughed at his wild assumption. "I'm now friends with a marshmallow-head, just because I bumped into him by accident? What if you're a serial killer? Or secretly a girl?" Still, the sound of going somewhere with Kisumi did sound appealing.

"What, you don't trust me?" He raised his eyebrows at her, hands resting on hips. "Should've let you fall then."

"Alright," Mai drawled, donning a sarcastic smile. "If I were to go with you, what would we do? It's pouring down with rain and I suspect you don't have an umbrella with you."

"Hey, a little water never hurt nobody. I bet you need a shower anyways," Kisumi teased her, prodding her in the cheek. "I'll take you to a nice cafe, maybe. Or my place if you prefer?"

Mai grimaced. Cute stranger or not, she definitely wasn't going over to a guy's house. Alone.

"Cafe it is, then."

"Alright, cool!" Kisumi beckoned her, not noticing the expression on her face. Within a split second, he dashed out of the bus stop and onto the sidewalk. He disappeared into the swarm of pedestrians in an instant. Taken by surprise, Mai searched for his rosy hair above the sea of heads.

Suddenly, he popped up right beside her again. He beamed at her, his eyes dancing in the gloom of the rain. "Well, are you coming?"

His damp hair stuck flatly to his forehead, raindrops sliding down his face. Yet Kisumi was still smiling as if he had won the lottery. There was something unnerving about him, something amazing. How was he so happy? It was ridiculous for a person to be so cheerful all the time. Mai had never met anyone like him. Maybe that was why she wanted to go with him even more.

Mai thought about the absurdity of her situation.

"Hell yeah."