#bsd headcanons

- It was pouring down on Yokohama as you left the Agency, but Kunikida had planned ahead; he had taken a look at the weather forecast, and dressed you accordingly.

- Everything correlated with his predictions and his perfect schedule... That is, until a car drove past you, rolling into a huge puddle and drenching you both head to toe.

- Once the moment of shock had passed, you glanced at Kunikida, who, despite his own protections against the rain, was also looking like a drowned rat. And you could not help but burst out laughing at the incensed look on his face, which even his glasses could not hide.

- The end result: not only had you had to add new equipment to your already substantial paraphernalia... But it was not you, but Kunikida who had fallen ill and had to miss several days of work, under both you and Fukuzawa's demands.

- Some people had taken this “excellent news” rather well, in fact... Perhaps a little too well, you thought, as you watched a certain brown-haired man covered in bandages snoring his head off at his desk. And with total impunity.

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Oda

- A bit like Kunikida, he is constantly worried that you will catch a cold if you stand out in the rain, but he just makes sure you have a place under the umbrella.

- The problem is... There is not enough room for both of you, and Oda sees no point in buying one just for him. And even the one you gave him is constantly forgotten at home; the most important thing for him is that you are dry. He comes second, you come first.

- But you are not about to give up; seeing him in the rain makes you feel guilty, so you have come up with the perfect solution. From that day on, Oda carries you on his back every time it rains, and you hold the umbrella over your head, enjoying the familiar warmth and closeness of the young man. And, you can be sure... There is no chance of him knocking you over, so you can trust him and simply enjoy the moment.

- There is something magical and precious about sharing such a moment in the rain, is there not?

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Ranpo

- With him, forget any notion of an umbrella or anything else that might help you fight the rain.

- He LOVES the rain; and he especially enjoys jumping in puddles like a little child. But, instead of being angry like a mother with her son... Why do not let yourself be tempted back into childhood, just for a moment?

- Without letting go of your hand, of course, he drags you into every puddle you come across on your way, and you do not miss a moment of the spectacle his eyes offer every time he sees a promising puddle: lit up with stars despite the gray, gloomy sky overhead.

- And so begins a real battle to see who will manage to be the least drenched... But also who will have the honor of taking care of the other when the cold comes.

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Chuuya

- An umbrella? A jacket? What is the point if you have got a Chuuya nearby? Thanks to his WONDERFUL ability, you can now walk freely in a downpour without receiving a single drop of water, because Chuuya stops them immediately thanks to gravity control.

- Note the questioning, almost envious glances of the various people you meet, whether in the rain-swept street or even when entering a building; in every situation, you are as dry as if you had stayed indoors all day.

- If you like the rain but do not like getting wet... Chuuya is the man for you! Provided you do not let go of his hand, of course. And as long as you do not deliberately push him into puddles so that he comes out with his shoes and pants dripping with water, because he will not have time to activate his ability for this situation...

- The only slight drawback is that, should you venture to betray him in this way, you can say goodbye to your unstoppable protection against the drops; he lets go of your hand with a wry smile, while the driving rain turns you into a living mop in a fraction of a second.

- You wanted to play... And it was Chuuya's turn to play.

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Tachihara

- Like so many times before, you found yourselves in front of a veritable curtain of rain as you left work; the downpour seemed to swallow up every object, every bit of tar, every piece of building.

- The only difference was a crucial one, to say the least; neither of you had thought to bring an umbrella, knowing that the weather had deteriorated at breakneck speed in the space of just one hour.

- Nor could you ask anyone to lend you an umbrella; no one was around. And, to make matters worse, the rain seemed to increase in intensity as the minutes passed... You did not live very far from your current position; but would you agree to brave the elements and end up even wetter than if you had fallen into a river?

- “Are you afraid of getting a few drops?” had finally asked Tachihara in a slightly mocking tone, as you weighed up the pros and cons of whether or not to dash out in the middle of the downpour. “You're right; in case you melt,” he had finished, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

- But he did not know you well enough if he thought you would not counterattack; as quickly as lightning, you had hatched a little plan in your head, to avenge this mini affront.

- "Are you kidding me? I was just waiting for you to find the courage to do it yourself; whoever gets home last eats the leftover fish in the fridge, you know the one that smells like death?”

- By the end of the countdown, Tachihara had dashed out into the rain, certain he would get there first and avoid eating that horror you had inadvertently bought together. And, last time I checked, he was predestined to get there first.

- Simply because you had not moved a hair, and had stayed well sheltered, while Tachihara disappeared in the middle of a veritable deluge. You had finally decided to wait a few more moments for the rain to stop, and if the weather did not get better you could perfectly well sleep on the spot; a sofa would do just fine for one night.

- You would have to be crazy to throw yourself into the pouring rain, after all. Especially for a piece of fish you had already thrown away long ago.

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Atsushi

- He was traumatized by the past, when he was still at the orphanage and sometimes punished outside in the pouring rain. So there is no chance of staying in the rain for more than a few minutes, especially without an umbrella.

- So when the weather turns bad, you huddle under the umbrella you always carry with you, in the bag you almost never part with. You get home as quickly as possible, and the best part of the evening begins.

- The "special rain evening" is there: hot chocolate, heater, blankets and film. Not forgetting the cuddles that go with it, of course. The driving rain outside makes you feel like you are in another world, and your arms bring a much-needed sense of comfort and security to your favorite little tiger.

- A privilege reserved for you and you alone, of course.

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Sigma

- In a casino, despite all the entertainment provided by the establishment's activities, leisure time is often limited for the managers - in this case you and Sigma. But when you finally get a chance to relax, you want those moments to be unforgettable and to remain etched in your memory forever.

- When it rains, you have been accustomed for some time now to going into a small glass-domed room with an unobstructed view of the cloud-sprinkled sky overhead.

- Here, you lie back on blankets and pillows, side by side, and watch the drops fall on the thick glass, separating you from the cold rain outside.

- Here, too, the feeling of being cut off from the world resonates within you like a gentle melody; the silence disturbed only by the rain falling on the glass is beautiful, soothing.

- What better way to enjoy a moment of respite than alone together, hand in hand, watching such a fascinating spectacle?

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Fyodor

- Getting together with Fyodor is already quite a feat, simply because he is rarely, if ever, at home.

- When he is, you do your utmost to spend as much time with him as possible; you multiply your outings, hoping to see him smile, even a little, at your efforts.

- When it rains, you initially thought it would be good for your relationship; if you are both stuck at home, you are bound to spend some time together, are you not?

- Or so you thought, until you realized the reality. Fyodor spends most of the rain sitting on the windowsill, watching the drops trickle on the glass.

- He observes them with a neutral expression, as if hypnotized by their beauty...

- And you, for your part, can only wonder why. 

- Why does he not look at you the way he looks at this beautiful, captivating rain?

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Ango

- Rain is not exactly on the list of his favorite things. Not just for fear of ending up soaked from head to toe (and his files too) if he is caught in a sudden downpour, no.

- Because it reminds him of distant, melancholy memories, where past and present blend together, so seamlessly that tears threaten to flow, but he cannot quite manage it.

- This happens every time he leaves work and comes face to face with a curtain of rain. He sees two people walking towards him, sheltered under umbrellas; one is wrapped in bandages, the other has reddish hair. These figures smile as their gazes fall on Ango, and if he had let himself get too caught up in the memory, he might well have braved the fiercest of storms to join them.

- But when he blinks once too often, the silhouettes have disappeared, the downpour strengthening both in front of him and inside him.

- It is at this moment that, as if out of a dream, a new silhouette takes shape in the middle of the rain; an umbrella over their head, protecting them as best they can from the whims of the sky.

- He gives in, and finally sets off in the direction of this person, praying with all his might that they are real this time. He finally reaches the figure, whom he then takes in his arms, making sure he is not dreaming of waking memories yet again.

- This person is you. The person dearest to him now, who allowed him to heal the wounds of the past. Who allowed the rain, once so cruel, to wash away his memories from the shadow of death that covered them until now with each new downpour.

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Dazai

- He has been walking in the rain for as long as he can remember, often with nothing over his head.

- Like Ango, contemplating the rain brings back memories of years long gone, and only increases his already deep melancholy with each new breath.

- But that was before he met you. You have brought an umbrella over his life, literally and figuratively; with you, he feels he can finally enjoy this rain as he should: contemplating its simplistic beauty, and putting aside the malaise that grips him far more often than he would like to admit.

- Walking through the drop-swept streets and under the heavy clouds no longer seems as destructive as it once did. He particularly enjoys holding your hand, while he holds the umbrella of the other, and appreciates the silence broken only by the lapping of the water and the sound of your serene breathing.

- He feels so happy he could dance, if only he could... But what is stopping him, after all?

- Dropping the umbrella, he gently draws you to him, clasping your hand in his and resting the other on your waist, as he slowly begins to turn, starting a calm, soothing waltz.

- The sound of the rain seems to fade into the distance, as he gazes into your eyes and realizes once again how happy he is to have met someone like you, who is able to soothe his melancholy in this way.

- And when you smile at him, despite the drops trickling down your cheeks, it is as if the sun has finally come out in the middle of an eternal storm.