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“What the hell,” Kaito quietly cursed as they peeked out of the arcade, “I know they said it was going to rain, but damn.”

“Damn” was one way to put it. It was absolutely downpouring, rain hitting the ground loud enough to require them to speak up to hear each other. Shuichi sighed, fidgeting as its chill seeped through the window. “Well, they’re about to close, so unfortunately we’re going to have to head out.”

As he spoke, Ouma glanced off to the side, towards the umbrella stand. “Well, someone took our umbrella, so…”

“What?!” Kaito’s head jerked as he looked over as well. “I thought you locked it up!”

He blinked. “I thought you locked it up; you were the one that put it down.”

“No! I don’t have the lock! I never have the lock!”

A heavy weight sat in Shuichi’s pocket as the two argued. His fingers slipped in to touch it, and when they brushed against cold metal he grimaced. “Oh, um… I, I have the lock, sorry.” Guilt churned in his stomach as the two turned to him.

Of course, they didn’t yell or get mad. They never bickered with him, only each other. It didn’t stop him from feeling bad, from wondering if they were holding back from snapping at him, but it was better than all the other worst case scenarios that raced through his head.

“Well,” Kaito hesitatingly continued, “Whatever. Don’t worry about it, we can pick one up at the convenience store. It’s not too far off.” He shifted. “Just, uh, here-” He shrugged his jacket off, tossing it around Shuichi’s shoulders. “You ‘n’ Ouma can use this; it’ll help keep you at least a bit dry.”

“Aw, Momota-chan’s so selfless and gentlemanly,” Ouma sang, not wasting any time huddling up at Shuichi’s side to pull the space-patterned jacket around himself, “Be careful, or Gonta’ll come running to you for advice.”

“Better than ‘im going to you,” Kaito retorted.

After a few minutes of hoping the rain would die down, they finally sucked it up and ran out, Shuichi and Ouma holding Kaito’s jacket over their heads while Kaito did his best to keep the rain out of his eyes with his arm. Even though the convenience store was conveniently only a few minutes away, it felt like a lifetime before they reached it.

By the time they breathlessly rushed into the store, they were more or less completely soaked. Shuichi fidgeted, trying to ignore the glances being sent in their direction as rain dripped off their clothes onto the floor. A rather large puddle was forming under Kaito as he paid for three umbrellas, counting out his yen under his breath while having to brush locks of hair out of his face.

“I don’t know why you’re getting three,” Ouma commented as the counting finally ceased and the checkout wrapped up with the receipt and change handed over.

“If I buy one, we won’t fit, and if I buy two, someone’ll be sad that they have to walk alone. It’s not that complex, Ouma.”

“Then you should’ve just coughed up the few extra yen to get the bigger-” Ouma glanced over to where they normally were. “Oh. Of course they’re out.” He pouted. “I hate the rainy season. And that’s not a lie.”

“Don’t sulk, I’ll still hold your hand,” Kaito said, though quietly as if he were afraid of being overheard. Anxiety sent a tremble into Shuichi’s own hands, but he bit his tongue. It was only fair; he’d had his turn holding hands earlier, and umbrellas took up half of the hands available.

“I guess if Momota-chan needs me to guide him home, I have no choice,” Ouma dramatically replied, though a similar tension was reflected in his eyes as he took Kaito’s hand and exited, as if fleeing from the watching eyes.