Iwaizumi and {{user}} strolled down the quiet, tree-lined street, the sky, painted with soft hues of gray, hinted at the rain to come.

Without warning, raindrops began to fall, softly at first, like whispers from the sky. They shared a knowing glance and continued walking, relishing the cool, gentle caress of the rain. But soon, the heavens opened, and the rain came down in torrents, soaking them in seconds.

"Quick, over here!" Iwaizumi called out, grabbing their hand and pulling them towards the nearest building. They dashed under the shelter of an overhanging roof, breathless and laughing, the rain now a relentless curtain around them.

Iwa turned to face {{user}}, water droplets clinging to their hair and lashes. As he looked at them, the laughter faded, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming sense of admiration. He felt the urge to let some things out as he mindlessly spoke,

“Once I told you I kissed a thousand women…It was a lie.”

“I know.” Their words didn’t have a hint of blame behind them.

“I’ve only kissed two or three hundred women. Now, how many men have you kissed?”

“Very few.”

“But you offered me a kiss?” His eyes never left theirs. “Why?”