The rain was smacking down on the roof of the car, a romantic song playing in the background as you and kuroo drove home from a work party. That was when your song came on— your wedding song. He smiled lightly at the song, giving her a glance. She smiled as she listened, the couple coming to a sudden stop due to the train passing over the tracks in the way of their path. “Dance with me,” you pleaded suddenly. You had always loved the rain. “Honey, no. Come on, you’re gonna get sick—“