Maybe it was the electricity in the air from the storm, maybe it was Shōyō trying to make up for the fact that it was so dark, maybe it was just to bloody annoy Tobio as much as possibly could, but whatever the explanation, Shōyō was being even more (if such a thing was even possible) bubbly and energetic. He was bouncing around happily, making loud exclamations at every clap of thunder as Tobio shivered, feeling more and more like he'd been put in a washing machine at the highest setting.

"It's your fault, really," Shōyō said, finally standing still.

"I don't control whether there's a storm or not," Tobio said, feeling quite disgruntled. What he'd really want was for his boyfriend to stop bouncing about like an excited puppy and maybe comfort him a bit. After all, when he really wanted to, he was a decent caregiver.

"No, but I saw what you were doing. You kept the umbrella on my side so I wouldn't get wet."

So he had noticed. Tobio looked away from Shōyō's accusatory eyes and sneezed, shivering again and very much regretting having not left Shōyō in the rain. It was hisfault he'd forgotten his umbrella. And he was certain that had it been Shōyō feeling so awful he would have been a lot more sympathetic.

The lightning lit up the room again and Shōyō bounded back to the window. "You should come watch it, Tobio! Why does lightning happen?"

"I don't know. The sun or something. A particularly concentrated ray of… of sunlight." He sneezed again and closed his eyes.

"Wow…" Shōyō said. "What about thunder?"

"Just ask a scientist," Tobio grumbled. Every minute that passed he was starting to feel worse. What if… what if he died? Would Karasuno be able to make it without him? He jumped when a small, cold hand pressed against his forehead.

"You're really burning up, Tobio."

"But I feel really cold," he said.

"You need to take off your clothes."

Tobio, not entirely sure whether what he'd just said was due to some hallucination, stared at him as Shōyō looked back at him expectantly. Certainly… he didn't want to do that now? "What?"

"Your clothes. They're wet and…" His eyes widened as he blushed a dark crimson. "Not that! I… I meant wet clothes will only make it worse. Here…" he settled next to Tobio and took off his own jacket before tugging Tobio's off his shoulders and undoing the buttons of his shirt, wrapping his own warmer and drier jacket around him.

"But you'll get cold."

Shōyō shook his head. "I'm toasty warm."

"You're shivering, dumbass."

He shook his head again, his eyes narrowing determinedly, but the effect was rather lost when his teeth were chattering.

"You're an idiot," Tobio said, pulling him closer and hugging him. His body was warm anyway, and the way he squirmed before settling in more comfortably was cute.

"I think you're delirious."

"Huh?"

"Delirious. You just called me cute."

Tobio, feeling himself sinking into some sort of half-doze, mumbled, "But you are cute."

"I don't want to be cute."

He carried on mumbling under his breath, a pleasant, comforting backdrop to the rumbles of thunder and the rain striking the roof, only moving once Tobio's jacket dried to replace his own. Tobio, his head on Shōyō's lap, closed his eyes to wait out the headache and the storm outside.