#makxtos

FROM: RYUGAZAKI REI

TO: MAKOTO-SENPAI

CONTENT:

(1/3) I had to go shower before answering this text. TWICE.

(2/3) Let's just call this water under the bridge and move on, right? Right? No one has to know..

It's almost 9pm, Rin is pissed off and nothing is really new. 

Working two night shifts on a Thursday wasn't something he thoroughly enjoyed. It's extra pay, but he's exhausted. Although he relished all excuses to be out of the house, the shop was filled to the brim with teenaged girls and low-faced boyfriends. As it turns out, Rin is very uncomfortable with girls winking in his direction. Or the 'accidental' bumping into him, or perhaps any interaction with thirsty perteens in general. All the athlete truly wanted was to hit his soft pillows and sleep. He's tired and most likely sleep deprived with the nightmares he's been having as of late, a good nights sleep is what he deserves if you ask him.

When his shift is over he lets out a relieved breath, shedding off his name tag and heading straight out the door, only barely regarding his colleagues as he makes his escape out of his current prison. Rin makes his way past the shoppers in the mall, dodging sticky child hands and the like, blocking out the bad songs as he went (I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty tw--). It's only when he's paces away from the exit doors that he pauses.

It's raining.

No, it's pouring to be exact. Hard. He can hear the pattering sounds from inside and of course, of fucking course today is the day he doesn't bring his umbrella. Him, Rin Matsuoka who was usually so attentive. Rin hadn't had time to watch the weather today of all days, now it seemed he's paying the consequences. Red eyes watch with dismay as other mall goers pull out their umbrellas, clearly prepared for tonight's weather unlike himself. 

Rin ponders for a moment how far the train station is, if he can run there without being completely drenched--one glance back to the see through door tells him enough though. A hand runs through magenta hair as he exhales, no other options beginning to show themselves. Rin was fast, but not nearly fast enough to escape the rain. Still--he couldn't be cooped up in the mall any longer. With a small push of his hands, he exits the mall. 

In a matter of seconds he's completely and pathetically drenched. 

The rain hits him hard, water getting in his eyes and magenta hair sticking to him like glue, his clothes worse for wear. The grey hoodie he's tucked over his head does little to protect him and is soaked in seconds, now heavy as it hangs on him. He's running down the street like there's a point. Like he'd get less wet. The rain seemed never ending and even if not, it wouldn't let up soon. 

In a fit of desperation, he throws all hesitance out the window, jogging towards a tall stranger with a green umbrella.

"Hey--Could I--It's raining and--Fuck, could I just step in for a bit?"