The rain was relentless, drumming against the pavement as you waited under the dim streetlamp. You and L had agreed to meet here tonight — a rare moment stolen from his endless work. Your clothes clung to you, chilled to the bone, but you barely noticed.

Then, through the curtain of rain, you saw him. L’s usual disheveled self, soaked but somehow still graceful, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of relief and something deeper.

He stepped closer, breath shaky. The rain traced rivulets down his face, but all you saw were his lips.

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore. I want to kiss you so badly.” he whispered, voice trembling