You were late.

And fuck if you weren't running.

It didn't matter that it was pelting down hail that felt like a thousand needles against your skin. You'd slipped against the pellets of hail about 4 different times, but you just kept going.

You burst into your classroom in embarrassment and exhaustion, not caring that you were soaked to the bone with your skin inflamed and burning from the hail hitting your unprotected skin for the past 25 minutes. You made it only 7 minutes late. You called that a win, all things considered.

Shouta's eyes flicked to the door with concern rather than disappointment of being late when you walked in. The hail had skinned your arms, face, and legs. Your body was clearly aching. Your entire silhouette shivered and shook.

Before you could even walk past Shouta's podium to get to your seat, your homeroom teacher spun you around, guiding you back out.

"Hotaru, hand out the warm up sheets. We will be back."

Shouta started gently pushing you into the hall, not letting you get anywhere near your seat while you were practically ripped to shreds by the weather.