A Yamamotoxreader quic fic ,

Umbrellas.

It's raining , again.

Luckily you had come prepared this time.

Dipping into your school bag you yanked out your rainproof Macintosh and began fumbling with the zip. It was an odd piece of clothing really, dull green with two zips up the front and two pockets either side. It wasn't the most flattering item to wear but A) you're grandmother had so kindly bought it as a present for your birthday and b) it was a lot better than getting wet. Your fingers struggled with the first zip as you hauled the sleeves over your hand and advanced towards the front doors.

Suddenly you became aware of a large shadow looming over you, slowly your turned to face it.

"Need a little help?" Takeshi Yamamoto the upper class man chuckled as he glanced at the half zipped Macintosh.

"Umm , I think I'm okay . . ." Only now did you realise the first zip had become stuck in the material and wouldn't budge. "A-actually , would you mind holding my bag for a second?" shyly handing over your bag to the senior you began taking off the Mac to inspect the damage. Trying not to ignore his kind dead you finally piped up.

"Shouldn't you be practising or something?" you tugged gently on the stuck zip.

"Yeah but . . ." He smiled a small smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

"But?" You tugged harder on the zipper this time.

"I forgot if we were practising on the pitch or doing training in the gym." He glanced out the window." If it wasn't raining I'd go and check, but their one opposite ends of the school" he shrugged and smiled his trademark warm welcoming smile. " My dad told me to take an umbrella this morning too."

"That must suck" For a moment you paused to look at the tall , dark boy in front of you. You'd never really spoken to him before, but oh the stories you'd heard. Shaking you head ,You yanked harder on the zip this time. Losing your temper you began rapidly tugging on it. "Dammit!" Suddenly the zipper gave way and your elbow flew into Takeshi's side. "Oh , I'm so sorry!" hurriedly you dropped the Macintosh . "Sorry , sorry , sorry" Looking up you could see a slight grimace on his face. "A-are you okay?" After a small moment he nodded and even managed a little laugh. " Wow." He remarked , rubbing his side. "I had no idea you were that strong."

A slow small blush spread it's way across you cheeks as you stared at you feet sheepishly. "T-thanks." Your eyes followed the floor to the wall and out onto the grounds outside.

"You could borrow my mac , if you wanted?"

"Huh?"

"You can't go out like that , you'll get a cold" You turned , picked up the mac and stuffed it into his hands without making eye contact. "T-think of it as an apology." You could feel the blush getting redder and redder.

There was a moments pause.

"But won't you get wet?"

Finally you made eye contact with him and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere , I'm happy to wait until this rain stops."

"Thank you." Takeshi smiled and carefully slipped into the Macintosh. "It fits!"

"I'm glad." the smile on your face grew bigger. Something about his face just made you feel . . . Content. The way his lips parted when he smiled, or the little tuft of hair that stuck up at the very front of his head, the way awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. You sighed slight, he was dreamy.

You snapped back into reality as you felt a warm breath on your cheek. "(y/n)-chan" he whispered softly as he leaned in and planted a single kiss on your left cheek. "thank you."

And with that he turned to open the door and was gone.

A huge smile spread across your face. Chan , he had called me (y/n) chan! You paused for a second . . . Wait , how did he know my name in the first place?