recently, you've had a huge argument with your boyfriend, Yuta. it's been three days, and you still haven't spoken to him. you're worried that he's on the verge of breaking up with you, but deep down you know that it would be for the best. what would you hold on to a relationship like that for? the past beauty of it?

but it just so happens, on the fourth day, your doorbell rings. it's pouring outside, who'd come at this hour? you push aside the roar of your blood in your ears, and the thumping of your heart as you rush downstairs to the door. you open it, and sure enough he's standing there in the pouring rain. his fiery red hair is plastered across his face, and his whole sweater is heavy with water. "{{user}}." he says breathlessly.