"…I nearly died!"
You shudder at those words. You don't know what the team would've done if that had happened. What you would've done. You, in a random act of impulse, pull him to you like you've always wanted to.
"But you didn't. You're back," you whisper fiercely. He's alive. Sure, you liked taking care of him, but Yukimura wouldn't be himself if he couldn't stand by himself. He's strong and you love him for it.
He doesn't say anything but allows you to hold him. And it's enough. It's more than enough when he rotates his body, not to get away like you feared, but to return your embrace.
"Genichirou," he says to get your attention, but probably aware that he always had it.
"Hmm?"
"Sorry, I got your cap wet." He gingerly unlocks his arms from around you, and you release him. He hands it to you. So that's what's been wet against your back.
"Ah, that's okay." Your brow furrows. "As penance, would you mind telling me what you were doing out there?"
He smiles in that way he has, like he has a secret. "I like the rain. It's real; it reminds me that I'm real, too."
When it rains, it also means no tennis. But with his arms once more around you, it doesn't seem so important.
