The rain came down in sheets; sudden, relentless, and completely inconvenient.

Tsukishima stood beneath the narrow shelter of a bus stop roof, arms crossed, jaw clenched as water dripped steadily from his bangs. His socks were soaked. His bag strap was digging into his shoulder. And worst of all, {{user}} was beside him, laughing.

Their shirt clung to their shoulders, their hair sticking to their forehead. It was honestly ridiculous; and Tsukishima hated how… unbothered they looked. Like they were enjoying this.

He turned slightly, watching the gray sky instead. The rain didn’t look like it’d stop soon.

{{user}} shivered a little, rubbing their arms. Tsukishima noticed. He pretended not to for a few seconds longer, then exhaled through his nose.

“Tch… you’ll catch a cold.”

Before they could reply, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over their shoulders. Not gently. Not with any dramatic flourish. Just… dropped it on them like it didn’t matter.