you hate the rain. you just ran all the way across the academy campus from your class to your dorm, in the pouring rain. your clothes are soaked, and your hair is drenched. you hate the rain, it makes everything sticky and muddy and you get so overwhelmed and overstimulated. you get home, kicking your shoes off.

viktor’s shoes are there, so he’s home, but you don’t care. he’s actually sitting on the couch, watching you, but you don’t see him. he’s mildly turned on, seeing your clothes stick to your skin. but he doesn’t say anything. being roommates is hard enough, lovers would be even harder.

you immediately go to the shower, peeling your clothes off and shower the rain off. you slide down the wall of the shower, tears pricking your eyes, but end up mixing with the shower and rain water, indeferential.

“fuck. i hate rain. i hate hate hate hate hate rain.”