Love Umbrellas
By Miki
Tezuka's shoulders slumped when he stepped out of the university building. He glanced behind him to see Inui approaching him with a slight smile, books under his arm and almost bursting out of his bag as well.
"It's raining," Tezuka observed, lamenting the sorry weather. He reached into his bag to find he'd left his umbrella at home, as he'd suspected.
Inui reached out his hand, catching a few of the raindrops coming down. He peered out a little from under their sheltered cove and saw the splashes bouncing off the roof above and the ground below. "There was a high possibility it would rain," he nodded to Tezuka, earning him a raised eyebrow.
"So why didn't you tell me to bring the umbrella?" he asked. "And what use is it to tell me that now, when we're out home already."
Inui reached under all of the books in his bag to pull out his umbrella, almost snapping the thin metal handle as he struggled not to drop his books.
"We can share, can't we?" he said, green eyes bright with mirth. "I've always wanted to do this with you."
Tezuka stared at him until the blush on his face gave him away. "Don't be silly," he scoffed, finding the idea of sharing an umbrella both stupid and appealing. The idea that other people might see them made him waver, although the child inside him wanted to grasp Inui's hand around the umbrella handle and walk out with him.
Inui caught the uncertainty in Tezuka's voice and reached out with his arm to pull him closer, moving until their noses bumped and Tezuka's glasses slid halfway down.
"If you take off your glasses, no one can see you," he whispered against Tezuka's lips, shifting away only when a group of boys wandered past.
Tezuka reached up with a hand and pulled his glasses off by the frames, folding them and slipping them into his top shirt pocket. "You know how short-sighted I am," he warned.
Inui smiled. "So now you can only see me."
Tezuka gave a slight nod in apprehension and Inui popped the umbrella open. They stepped out from under the building and Inui raised the umbrella up, Tezuka's hand a perfect fit around his on top of the handle.