Small taps could be heard as raindrops hit the glass of your ajar window.

You stare at each drop as they trail down the window. The noise relaxed you. It was quiet and calm. Your husband was at a volleyball practice, and that was the main reason it was tranquil.

The rain had became more aggressive, loudly hitting against the window and leaving you feeling cold. It was freezing outside and the fresh air left goosebumps on your skin. You liked the feeling, though, it made you feel alive.

Your front door then burst opened with a slam, Bokuto stumbling out with flushed cheeks and his arms wrapped around himself. His hair was soaked and his brows were furrowed, a small shiver coming from him before he met your eyes.

"H-hey.." He muttered, a small smile on his face before he let out a quiet sneeze.