Box of Rain
"Suki da yo." He repeated after his visitor left without a word. Resting his back against the closed door, Yukimura smiled, his tears kept hidden behind shut lids. The bright sun outside cast a crimson shadow behind his eyes. His head hurt, and somewhere, deep inside his chest, there was a dull ache that refused to go away.
He hated the sun. And confessions.
...
He sat silently on the bench at the rooftop of the hospital he was in. The skies above him were dark; loud, threatening thunder roaring after flashes of lights every once in a while. Nonchalantly, Yukimura kept his smile on his face, and tightened his grip on the handle of his umbrella, waiting patiently.
Today, like any other day, he would come. Perhaps. Yukimura did not doubt for a moment that his visitor would turn up, knowing that the rain could do little to stop the man from doing what he wanted to. If he wanted to.
A timely growl of thunder silenced the soft 'click' of the door opening behind him. Yukimura sighed, and stood up. Perhaps he should really go back to
his room. It seemed like his visitor was not going to come today after all.
"Saa...nice weather, isn't it? I always liked the rain. Hides everything." He muttered to himself, frowning slightly and tried again. "Well, at least it keeps the things you want to keep hidden." Some things sound better in his mind than spoken aloud.
It was a sunny day yesterday. It was harder to hide things on sunny days
He pushed his dark blue hair behind his ear with his free hand, and turned around, stopping when he realized who was behind him. Slowly...numbly, he let his umbrella fall to the ground. His thin pajamas were quickly soaked by the heavy rain. His habitual smile faltered a little, but he stubbornly willed it to stay.
"Hey," Yukimura greeted. "I wasn't expecting you."
Sanada did not say anything, but only placed his school bag on the dry stairs behind him, running out into the rain, removing his jacket as he did.
"You shouldn't be out here." He chided, draping his jacket over his captain's lithe shoulders and tried to usher him back into the shelter. Yukimura let out a weak cry of protest, struggling against the warm hands on him. No, he did not want to be out of the rain right now. The squall was his mask. As long as he was out here, he could pretend that the moisture on his face was just water, and not tears.
"SEIICHI!" Yukimura halted, and dumbly let his hands fall to his sides. He was going to leave now...just like he did yesterday when he...
The jacket slipped off his frame and landed on the wet concrete floor. Replacing it was a more welcome warmth, the warmth of an embrace.
"Sanada..."
"I'm here now, ain't I?" Yukimura smiled, a genuine one this time. He was hoping to be forgiven, but he wasn't expecting to be saved as well.