Rating: K
The rain crashed down the second Ryuuji stepped out of the convenience store. With a curse, sneakers pinched at the floor and long legs coiled and sprung in a hurried jog. Turning a corner, there was a near collision and Ryuuji's muttered apology halted when he saw that it was Okumura that stood there.
Pelting rain dully popped overhead and Ryuuji found that the rain was no longer striking him directly. "Get under. You're gonna get sick, man."
"Sure." The umbrella was generously wide for a single person and cramped for two but the possible discomfort wasn't perceived as the two parties focused on staying dry. "Thanks."
Proximity answered and their shoulders knocked together. "No problem."