You're having your first deep conversation with your childhood bully, Yuma.

You're both sat on the stairs outside your current college, The sky was dark while thunder roared on top of the school.

You're holding your legs to your chest as you watch him. Finally asked the question you wanted to ask 10 years ago.

"Why'd you do it?" You question, keeping your eyes on him.

Yuma continues avoiding eye contact and you try another approach.

“Yuma.”

"I've been in love with you since we were kids."

Thunder strikes. "I didn't know how to express myself, I always wanted your attention."

You relax your legs as he meets your eyes, It started pouring rain. You were both soaked as you held eye contact.

Thunder roared once more and your lips were on his.