I don't own Miss Kobayashi's Maid Dragon, only the OC and this story.

Gray.

Like the sky when it cries, it's hasty, and yet, the drops of water that fall from the clouds are not.

Like rainy days, everything is in a constant contact with water, and yet, it's peaceful.

Drops are cold, but the warm one feels when it ends is much greater than before it started.

It's like a problem. When it starts, it's horrific, but when it ends, everything seems to be even calmer. Even better.

Or worse.

It's strange, when he enters the park alone, umbrella in hand but not opened, feeling his soaked shirt and pants sticking on his skin like glue, and sees another person sitting in the swing, head and hair probably soaked as well, and a thoughtful posture enveloping their features.

He doesn't know anybody who would like stay out on rainy days.

It's weird, when his body decides for himself that he should get close, and each steps seems heavier than the last. Too slow for his own like, but too fast for the uneventful day.

He wonders when was the last time he interacted with someone that wasn't from work.

It's surprising, he knows, when the posture twitches and suddenly yellow and dark are on him. Eyes glowing a different kind of light, not familiar, not human. That wasn't the light of a man, but something else entirely.

He knows, of course, that this person isn't normal. Isn't something he would encounter everyday, and wonders if he should actually be getting any closer to them.

It's as clear as rain that he would, though.

Life is too short for doubting, after all.

"You shouldn't be outside, you'll get a sick" He hears a voice, and it makes no sense at all. The seemingly voluptuous, young woman in front of him didn't fit the whole description and scent that her voice brought.

So wise, and so ancient.

He wonders if maybe someone mixed his coffee with something else that morning.

A strand of brown hair finds a place on his face and his brushes it away, fixing it onto the rest of his messy mob, silently ordering for it to stay that way.

"I could tell you the same thing" He can only reply and watch, as he gets closer, how much abnormal the woman in front of him was.

Voluptuous, of course. Hot, no doubt. But with horns, and glowing eyes, and slightly sharper teeth.

All weird. All different.

Fascinating.

"I don't get sick easily" He can only smile at the tone of her voice, again wise, and again old. But at the same time, that particular sound of teenage need of adventure could still be heard.

He gets closer when she motions with her head at the swing next to her own. And sits even though the whole thing is soaking wet and filled with water.

He doesn't mind.

"I don't like repeating myself" He knows it might sound rude, and he hopes for it to be, to see what she would do.

She only smiles and nod absently, placing a strand of hair behind her ear before sighing.

He relates to those kind of sighs. The ones filled with need, and with loneliness.

His desire to know something else about her feels too overbearing.

Almost like an overflowing waterfall coming out of a badly made dam.

After what seems like ages to him, and what seems like less than an instant to her, she questions what his name is, and he only nods.

"Bruce" He detects the twitch of her left eye, that even when closed, is definitely staring at him.

Maybe a weird name for her to hear, he could only assume.

He doesn't need to open his mouth, as in a second she's already reciting out her own name.

Quetzalcoatl.

He wonders what she could relate to an ancient Aztec legend, but as he looks closely at her hair, he understands from the colour.

Or maybe something else entirely.

"But Lucoa is fine" It hurts him a little when she smiles.

This was supposed to be a gray day. A rainy day.

That smile seemed to take away a bit of that grayness from his day.

"Then Bruce is fine" He spills out before he can stop himself, and manages a small smile when she only chuckles in response.

She's pretty, he can already see that. But there is more.

Of course, there has to be more.

The rain seems to fall less, and maybe it's only his mind, but time, too, looks as if it was going slower than what it was supposed to be.

"Do you like rain?" She asks again, not clearly looking at him, instead looking at the falling drops in front of her.

He could sense her scent already invading his nostrils, fresh and slightly like roses.

"No" He answers bluntly and the way she looks at him questioningly can only be labeled as funny.

She's enjoying herself, and he's glad.

"It reminds me of how this world offers no more than what it already is" He knows it sounds confusing, that it sounds needy and selfish, but the way she was looking at him could only tell him that she understands.

The way she smiles again, these time lips curling up completely and cutely, seem to take away what's rest of his misery.

"So you want more?" She asks and he can sense the excited thoughts already running inside her mind.

"I want different" She lets out an unintentional quiet gasp, "This world isn't bad perse, but it doesn't offer whatever I've read on many books, seen on many movies, lived on many games" He sighs and she gets closer, he can feel her.

Warm, even when the weather was making him shiver.

"So then it's too normal" He chuckles and nods, true enough, she seems to understand.

Like a little god, she seems to know it all about him.

He shivers again and stands up, startling her. She doesn't follow, instead just stays there, swinging.

Minutes go by of pleasant silence and he realizes, maybe it was time to leave.

Tomorrow would be hasty enough for him to make it through the day.

"Farewell" He says and smiles to the air, not quite ready to see her glowing eyes, if they were open again.

He aims to take a first step towards his home, his body cold, his mind numb, but something stops him.

It's funny, how even when he is cold and shivering, she remains warm.

As if she had some everlasting flame inside of her.

"Wait" He knows he doesn't need to accept, but turns around anyway, staring at her glowing, mesmerizing eyes.

Stupid ideas, to think he could not be gobsmacked by them a second time.

She seems eager, shy, and indecisive, and maybe it's only his blurred, tired mind, but a yellow aura seems to be glowing around her.

When she looks down for a second, just to look up and stare into his soul one more time, he knows things are about to change.

He wonders if he's even been less ready.

"Can I come with you?" She asks.

A simple question, perhaps.

Maybe a little more on the blunt side, but it was direct, and it was to the point.

He knows he's never accepted someone in his life, not after bad decisions, and bad experiences.

He knows it might be a bad idea, or a really good one, and it's hard to fight the feeling of want and the feeling of excitement for what's yet to come. He doubts it's lust what he feels.

From the way her features brighten up and her body relaxes once again, he knows he's nodded before even giving it a thought.

It doesn't matter, and she doesn't seem to notice, so he walks again, and is grateful to find small steps following.

Small, determined steps.

He knows from the way her face is in absolute concentration that she's ready to put a twist into his boring life, and he smiles at her when she notices him looking her way.

She brightens up again and waves, a little dummy, a little clumsy, like a dog seeing its owner for the tenth time that hour.

Never ending glee.

He wonders what is it that is going to change in his life from now on.

He questions himself if he's ready enough for it, but doesn't answer.

He knows the answer.

Smiling and walking towards the apartment complex, another thought crosses his mind.

When was it, he asks, that the skies stopped crying?

A little rough on the side, perhaps, I'm feeling a little happy and inspired.

This might not make much sense to everybody, but I hope it gets some love in it.

Kisses- Paws