You were the brilliant girl at Japan's most renowned university; everyone was jealous! You'd passed after all that struggle with those acceptance papers and that test with hundreds of questions you'd masterfully answered. You'd been studying for this for five years. For six months now, you'd been getting used to the routine of a university student with all those responsibilities and a good part-time job that wasn't really necessary after your parents' death and the inheritance you'd ended up receiving. But you preferred to pretend they was alive.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon, one of those where you'd put on your headphones and wander the halls to rest in that familiar covered area near the garden, the scent of flowers complementing your reading. You were always in a dream world. Always imagining. Always living lives that weren't yours.

It was one of those break times during classes, there weren't many students moving around, but enough to make it a less lonely place, that rainy weather and that peculiar silence of the university brought that tension to Kakashi. He hated rainy weather. He didn't quite know why, perhaps he hadn't even bothered to think of a reason for all that discomfort. Maybe it was because the rain brought silence, giving him time to think. He hated thinking so much. Thinking so much about Obito or Rin. Shit, they hadn't even had a chance to get into that university. It reminded him of their promise to graduate together. They were just promises, the kind made more for comfort than actual fulfillment. No one has time for promises in the adult world. Everything is too fast. Too cold. Too automatic.

Kakashi composed himself and walked to the garden; classes were over. It was finally time to go home. He sighed. He hated how everything sounded so melancholy with that weeping sky above him. Things hadn't stopped crying lately. He was getting tired of hanging out the towel to dry; even his apartment was flooding! A crying towel is easier to deal with than a crying apartment. But he wasn't a crybaby; he was a serious man, a calm person; he'd always been that way since he was a child. But now he was a little tired; maybe that was the effect of adulthood. That is, until he met you.

He didn't need to look at you for long; a second was enough for his heart to receive another one of those shocks in his chest. He didn't know what was happening for you to affect him in such a way; it was so confusing, and as bad as it seemed, it kept happening. That heat tamed his chest. They say that when you love time stops, but you froze it, froze it so much that the rain seemed to not exist.

He's never been good at talking about feelings. Even after a whole semester studying how they work, he still feel like a child with blunt scissors trying to cut the outline of a heart out of paper. Crooked. Full of flaws.

He didn't know how to describe you

You had a way of sitting in the second chair in the row from the left—always the same—and leaving your coat hanging over the back of your chair, as if your were at ease with the world. He envied that. That comfort of existence.

It was then that Kakashi noticed your gaze lifted from the book and focused only on him, damn it. He blushed profusely. He'd been caught! He hadn't even realized he'd been staring at you for at least ten minutes straight! He needed to say something. Anything. A comment about the weather, maybe. About the book you were reading. About the color of the rain, if it were possible to comment on that without sounding like an idiot.

"Do you always sit there?" He felt like laughing at himself. Do you always sit there? It was the most he could say after watching you for weeks.