Accidents Happen

Part 5

"I told you. No hablo español."

Oblivious to Lovino's stern words, the little girl continued prattling on, pointing at the piece of paper they were supposed to be drawing on.

He rolled his eyes and put his head on his desk. The comforting smell of crayon wax and fresh paper had his eyes drooping in seconds.

Shaking off his drowsiness, he sat up and tried to flatten the wrinkled paper. A light repetitive sound attracted his attention.

He looked around the room slowly, once meeting the eyes of the random vice-principal watching their class for the moment.

Continuing his search, his eyes were drawn to the window. Outside it had begun to drizzle rain. As he watched, the droplets became heavier and came more frequently.

It wasn't often that he had time to enjoy the rain. 

The area of Italy they lived in did not often rain. At least not as often as he had seen in the time he had been here. But even when it had happened so far, it seemed only that the sky was crying. Now, it just seemed like rain.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the girl trying to get his attention. A hard tug on his sleeve changed that. He was about to snap at her for bothering him when he noticed her pointing at the window.

"Lluvia," she said with a smile, as she wiggled her fingers for emphasis.

For a moment, Lovino studied her. 

She seemed nice. Just a tad pushy. And honestly, she was the first person to try and talk to him despite his nasty attitude. Language barrier be damned.

Pointing at the window, he forced a smile.

"Poiggia. Molta poiggia."

Beaming at his at him, it was painfully obvious that she was happy with his response. 

She was about to say something else when something on Lovino's arm caught her eye. He yanked it back a moment too late.

"¿Tu brazo?"

Lovino refused to look at her.

After a moment of her gently tugging on his sleeve, Lovino lifted his arm for her to examine. The light pressure as she trailed her fingers along the thick cracks in the face of the compass tingled almost painfully.

He dared look up after a few moments and resisted sighing. The clouds had apparently parted and were now illuminating his classmate as if she were naturally glowing.

Her raven-black hair soaked up the warm rays and shined like nothing he had ever seen. He sucked in a quick and blanked out for a moment.

"What if?" He thought to himself for a moment.

Trying to be subtle, he flipped his arm over and pulled it back a little. Subsequently she reached for it again, revealing her own compass. His heart surged for a moment before dropping all the way down to his feet. 

It was pointing away from him. Not just away, but in the exact opposite direction.

He yanked his arm back and swiveled around back towards his desk. He was vaguely aware of her trying to figure out what was going on, but he was too busy sulking to try and explain.

She finally gave up and went back to her worksheet.

Ignoring her cutting glares he lifted his arms into the desk.

Shakily, his fingers traced over the cracks just as her's had. It strangely felt warm, and kind of itchy..

Maybe it was a sign.