Modern AU.

You and Scara had been dating for a year. You were his 'little cutie' and he was your 'pretty boy.'

It was a stormy day, rain plummeting down from the skies above. Thunder shook the ground ever so slightly and the occasional lighting bolt was seen in the clouds.

Ironically, Scara was quite scared of storms, a contrast to his tough and indifferent personality. Every time it stormed, he would be unusually clingy with you and would reject any plead to get out of bed.

He was currently cuddled up by your side, shaking slightly. He held onto your arm for dear life while you comforted him.

Scara: "...don't let me go... it's not like I'm scared or anything! I'm just... uh.... I'm just cold, okay!?"