Surprisingly, it's probabaly the most pure thing I wrote in a while.
The first sound of knocking had been drowned by the echo of a thunder. Water streamed down the windows of your room and the world seemed to drown in shades of gray, urging you to turn on some sad songs playlist to match the atmosphere.
In fact though, you felt anything but sad. The weather calmed you down, and you felt relaxed, even though the thunderbolts echoing above your head would startle you every few seconds, especially when some were exceptionally louder than the others.
The knocking rung again and you snapped up your head from above the laptop's screen, probably startled even more than by the thunders. Without hesitation, you stood up and ran to the door, opening it wide without even checking who the visitor was.
"Are you insane?! I told you to just stay at home!" you panicked, eyeing the silhouette standing in front of you. The man was drenched and soaking, his black blouse and jeans sticking to the thin frame. Even though he seemed to be freezing now that he stood in the cool staircase, his lips were curled up in a huge, childish smile, and – you could tell – he could barely see you by how small his eyes became from the laughter.
"I'm fine! It's only a bit of water, it won't kill me."
"But you may catch a cold! And the thunders are dangerous! Why didn't you even dress anything warmer than that?!"
"I thought that if I run, it won't be that bad" he admitted and you shook your head in disbelief.
"You need supervision" you muttered, moving aside so that he could step in. The water instantly pooled around his feet, and on your floor, which you decided to tolerate for the time being.
Just as you were about to tell him to take his shoes and socks off before going anywhere, he crept behind you and wrapped arms around you in a deathly grip, from which you attempted to squirm away, but – unfortunately? – failed.
"You're soaked! Get off, get off!" you screamed, attempting for the last time to wiggle out of his embrace. All you received was even more of this innocent, childish laughter, and, realizing that your clothes were already soaked as well, you finally gave up, letting him bring you even closer, briefly nuzzling your hair, which you almost didn't notice.
Turning around, you glared at him. "Are you proud of yourself?" you spat.
"Well, actually I am" he admitted, winking at you. "Actually, you could say that..."
"No, no, don't you dare say tha-"
"I made you wet."
"Why do I even put up with you."
