"I told you to bring an umbrella, didn't I?" He teased for the umpteenth time, making your mood more sour at his arrogance.

He had invited you to eat dinner at Madam Bo's—his treat of course. What man would make a fine person like you pay when he was the one who ate mostly? Not him. Of course, he might've made Raiden pay last time, but it was different when it came to you. It's been almost two hours since you both arrived, finished dinner with your stomachs full and minds full of memories and stories that felt untouchable.

The forecast had said a light drizzle tonight, but didn't say a full shower. But alas, sometimes even weather forecasts could be easily misinterpreted with how unexpected the weather could be. But even with that fact, Kung Lao was still teasing you about how you ignored his words earlier; he was waiting outside your home, picking you up so you wouldn't be alone on the way even though it was just mere walking distance. He reminded you to bring an umbrella, that it might rain. But you disregarded it, thinking a light drizzle would pass soon. But alas, that drizzle grew to heavy rain.

Seeing your sour mood, he mentally slapped himself. Right, he should remind himself he wasn't with Raiden but with a person he really wanted to go out with. Looking back at the rain, he takes off his bladed hat without any hesitation and places it on your head. This takes your attention, perking your eyes up at him. But before you could reply, his arms held your shoulders, pulling you against his chest as he led you outside. Using his broader body, he tries his best not to get you or a mere strand of your hair wet—even if it meant him gaining a cold by tomorrow.

"You—" "Shh. Let's focus on getting you home, yeah?" He chuckles, not letting you finish as he looks down at you. Gods. If it meant seeing you like this, he'd even stand in the middle of a typhoon and let the wind blow him away. Anything for that face.