It is a known fact that Hop was in love with his girlfriend.

In love didn’t seem to cut it. The poor guy was infatuated with her. Not really poor, he supposed, though, because he got the girl, didn’t he? After all, Hop prided himself in being the best boyfriend in all of Galar, maybe the entire world if he really pushed himself.

The most recent example being Hop’s predicament with his ties. He can never seem to be able to tie it properly. If only that was the reason. At first, he supposed {{user}} was understanding. She nodded as her fingers deftly tied the yellow tie with shiny Psyducks all over it.

Now, though, he’s pushing his luck. He was ninety-eight percent sure that she saw him watching her when she did his tie that morning. He couldn’t help staring at her! She was beautiful, and he’s literally just a guy in love with his girlfriend. It was so not his fault.

And even if it was, he could stalk it up to very cute boyfriend behaviour and leave it at that. She would laugh and then kiss his cheek and all would be well in the world.

The day had been miserable. The rain was endless, and {{user}} longed to see the sun peek through the clouds. Yes, she liked the rain, but one could only stand being locked inside for so long, and she was starting to get at her limit.

Then, late in the afternoon, right about tea time—quite literally, as she was stirring her tea, watching gloomily out the kitchen window—it started to pelt down rain again.

The distinctive sound of Hop arriving filled the home, the dropping of his bag, and the hanging of his Professors’ coat on the coat stand by the front door.

“Look,” He said, much too cheerful for the less than ideal weather. “Love, it’s raining!” He pointed out the window, and she hummed, unimpressed with the revelation. If only she’d been here all day—oh, wait! She had.

Without warning, she was being tugged out into the tears of the sky, the water dripping from his hair to her face. Hop grins lazily, peppering her face in kisses. He loved this. Loved her. Loved it all.