Just a short, sweet, ridiculous drabble. I own absolutely nothing, as always.
The rain sings softly against his umbrella, and Ishida has no intention of letting any more of it hit him than he has to. If he didn't know better he'd swear it was dusk and not mid-afternoon, but either way he has every intention of getting home somewhat dry.
A strain of laughter catches his ear over the soft rain and Ishida's eyes are drawn out into the street.
It's mid-April and this is the first rain of the year that Orihime can feel on her skin without freezing to death. Of course, there isn't a whole lot of skin to actually feel the rain; she's enveloped by a bright yellow raincoat.
Her arms are outstretched, head tilted upwards so she can catch the rain in her mouth and feel it on her cheeks and forehead. Orihime's long hair is plastered to her face and the back of her raincoat, looking more brown than red when it's as wet as it is now.
Their eyes meet, and Ishida can't help it: a slow smile curls over his lips, and he laughs as she waves.