The weather report had said nothing about rain, but Yukimura didn't seem to mind as he walked down the sidewalk from school. He hadn't brought an umbrella, and Sanada would most likely fuss about his health if he caught a cold, so he walked strongly, with a purpose through the downpour as cars and trucks passed, spraying water by his feet and getting blurrier in the rain. The sun would occasionally peek through the grey mass of clouds before getting swallowed up again, and Yukimura made a note to visit his garden back home; there would most likely be a rainbow he could admire.

The air was chilled, but since it was early summer, Yukimura found himself not caring about the temperature. Then he heard it. Though it was faint and he had to strain a bit to hear it again, Yukimura was quite good at hearing small sounds, and he looked where a short set of steps led to a higher resting place, and on the third step he found a white cat, paws dark from the dirt and looking up at him with wide, blue eyes. Yukimura and the cat had a stare down, before the boy slowly knelt down, holding out a tentative finger. The cat hesitated, the tip of it's cold nose touching his knuckle before retreating.

"Can I sit here?" The question must have sounded crazy to any passersby, but no one else had been outside after the rain started, and so the blue-haired male sat himself comfortably on the steps, staring ahead as the cat watched him with unblinking eyes.

Eventually, he felt the cat's ear rub against his wrist, and he looked down, smiling slightly as the cat rubbed itself on his arm. He patted his knee slightly, and the cat tilted its head before climbing on, curling up on his lap. "Wait a moment, I have something." Yukimura said, carefully unbuttoning his school jacket. The cat perked it's head up, watching as he pulled his arms out of the sleeves before holding it over his head, shielding the cat and him from the endless stream of rain.

The cat lay its head down, and Yukimura watched as the world went by, a small smile on his face. Not long after, he began to hum, and the cat settled itself more, closing it's large round eyes. He himself began to relax, shutting his own blue-purple eyes and waited for the rain to subside slightly.

It had been so peaceful that Yukimura hadn't noticed the footsteps approaching him. His eyes had been closed, and it had almost caught him off guard when the rain over his head stopped, and a gentle voice called out.

"Perhaps a real umbrella would do better?" Opening his eyes, Yukimura looked up from under his coat to see the newcomer. A girl, probably a head shorter than he with a small smile and soft looking [h/c] hair stood in front of him, holding the umbrella out over his head. "Here." She said, pushing the plastic handle against his hand. Automatically taking it, Yukimura thanked the girl as the right side of his jacket fell to cover his face. The girl chuckled through her nose. "It wouldn't do any good to get sick now that tennis has started. Am I right?"

Yukimura raised a brow slightly. As if noticing, the girl quirked her lips slightly. "Your tennis bag." His lips parted, 'Ah', he said. "Well then, see you later, Yukimura-kun." THe boy blinked, but only watched as she walked away. A gust of wind picked up, rustling the corners of her jacket, and Yukimura caught sight of Rikkai Dai's school colors, yellow and black, just as the girl turned the corner.

...

At school the next day, Yukimura found it slightly amusing when Sanada would fuss over him whenever he sneezed. He would reassure the vice-captain with a smile that he was fine, and Sanada would quickly tell him to be careful and notify him if he felt sick. "Of course, Sanada." The teen would reply, before turning back to what he was doing, reading a book, work, or writing.

He had brought that umbrella to school today. If he got a chance to meet who had given it to him, he would thank her properly. Perhaps she'd swoon and blush, like every other girl in Rikkai Dai. More than half the whole female populous knew who he was. The tennis courts were often spied on by fangirls, giggling to each other and whispering behind their hands, casting longing glances to everyone in the regulars.

A part of him hoped she would be like the others; it would be easy to ignore her, maybe he'd walk her to class or help her with homework as a thank you, but he was usually just as kind to his friends (even if he'd stand over them with a somewhat dangerous smile, ruler in hand).

"You didn't tell me you have a cold! How is the soccer team supposed to do without you?!" He heard an indignant girl's voice from out in the hall. "Geez! You even went home without your umbrella! Who cares if you wanted to help another boy stay healthy? Your health is the most important at these times, [First]!" His ears perked up. [First]? The vice-captain of the girl's soccer team? Ah, so she was the one who gave him the umbrella.

Yukimura heard a familiar chuckle. "I'm sorry, [Friend Name]. I didn't mean to worry you."

"I-I wasn't worried! Only fools get colds!"

"Then what about that time you caught the flu?"

"Sh-shut up! That was a fluke!"

"But [Friend], the tissues in your waste bin prove otherwise. You sneeze all over me at one point."

"Don't bring that up, [First]! Sheesh..."

"Haha, sorry, sorry~"

When Yukimura poked his head out of the classroom, both girls were gone.

...

Three days later, and it was raining again. Three days later, and he still hadn't gotten a chance to return the umbrella. It's like [First] knew he had heard their conversation and was avoiding him. He had even tried to ask the other students, but the girls merely stared at his face and gave vague replies, and some of the boys hadn't even heard of a girl named [First].

It's almost like he was being teased.

So Yukimura decided to wait at the soccer grounds after tennis ended. Shoulders donning his Rikkai tennis jersey, he waited at the top of the hill for the girl's to stop. He heard [First]'s names being called, but before he could pinpoint, another name, and another face was moving, and he lost track of her every time.

"[First], what the hell are you doing?! The Captain is speaking!" He heard another girl yell. What was her name...? Oh yeah, [First]'s friend, [Friend Name].

"Sorry, sorry~ I was staring off into space."

"Again? Jesus, it's a wonder you were picked for vice when you can't even tell when your own shoes are untied."

"That hurt, [Friend Name]."

"Maybe it'll knock some sense into you."

"Sorry, there's no room."

"[First]!"

"Haha~"

...

[2nd Person P.O.V]

You knew he was there. Knew he was scanning the different faces of the soccer team to find you. You just knew. When you glanced out of the corner of your eye, you couldn't stop the slight smirk that graced your lips as you spotted him, arms crossed atop the hill of the soccer field. You didn't think your little teasing would make him do this, but it gave you a sort of satisfaction he wanted to properly meet you. (God, you were almost just like Fuji, that sadist. Not that you minded).

"Gather round!" The captain called, and the team gathered around. "Good work today girls. We're definitely gonna go to nationals this year. Don't forget to be here tomorrow for morning practice."

"Yes, captain!"

"Then... [First], come here." She said, and you obediently walked over as the rest of the team filed away to change and go home. "[Friend Name] told me you were sick. Is your body okay?"

"I'm fit as a fiddle, captain. Don't worry about me." You smiled.

"I want you to rest up tonight. We can't lose you right before our practice matches." She said, looking at you carefully. You nodded. "Well, that's all. But it seems someone's waiting for you." She gestures over to where Yukimura is standing, and you can't help but smirk slightly.

"Of course."

...

When you step out of the school, Yukimura is waiting at the gate. You know he is watching you, and as you pass him, you smile politely. "Wait, please." He calls out. You stop and turn, putting on a face of faux curiosity.

"What is it, Yukimura-san?"

"You know my name, but I do not know yours." He says. "What is your name?"

"Hm..." You turn around to face him, clasping your hands together behind your back. "I know your name because word goes around quite quickly. Say, Yukimura-san, did you know that over 78% of the female populous know who you are?" You ask, tilting your head and smiling slightly.

"I had my suspicions." Yukimura answers, causing your smile to widen slightly.

"Ah, but of course. Then, surely you stopped me for a reason?"

Yukimura digs into his bag to pull out your umbrella. "I never got a chance to give this back." Still smiling, you step forward and take it.

"Thank you, Yukimura-san." Then your phone buzzes, and you flip it open. "Ah, dear me. [Friend Name] is going to grow grey hairs if I make her wait any longer. Excuse me, Yukimura-san." You bow politely before turning and continuing in the direction of what he assumed to be your house.

It's only when you're gone does he realize he still doesn't know your full name.

...

Whether on purpose or accident, you and Yukimura are running into each other at school a lot. In the library, the halls, the cafeteria, and even outside the tennis courts. You claimed to be running to warm up for soccer, but Yukimura's eyes flicker to where the rest of the team is running laps around the field. "Ehh? But it's the truth." You protest, albeit teasingly. "[Friend Name] actually convinced the coach to make me run laps around campus. It's unfair~" You stretch your arms as you walk alongside the tennis captain.

"Around Rikkai?" Yukimura asks. Rikkai Dai is not a small school. It has its own full scale track field, soccer field, tennis courts, outside gym for basketball, and would even probably be big enough to fit a football stadium. You can't help but smile at the way he raises his eyebrow.

"Yep. Speaking of which, I have to go back to running. I've still got ten laps. See you later, Yukimura-kun." You've dropped the '-san' recently, not that Yukimura minds, and with a final wave, you beging to run around the soccer field, and Sanada quirks an eyebrow at him when he finds Yukimura smiling during practice.

Strange girl.

...

It's raining again, and Yukimura watches the droplets slither down the cold glass of the windows of Rikkai.

"Ahh, I can't believe she's practicing when it's raining. Really... if she catches a cold, then what are we gonna do without her?" he hears a few girls talking as they pass by him.

"Well, [Last]-senpai always was one to not slack off."

"Haha, I guess you're right. Shouldn't we stop her, though?"

Yukimura is out the door before the bell can ring for end of classes, umbrella clutched in his hand. He walks across the courtyard, past the tennis courts, and down the the path where the soccer field is. Through the rain, he can see you kicking soccer balls one after another. There are about fifteen lined up, and about seven lying inside the goal. How long had you been out here for? He can't tell if it's sweat or rain running down your face, but it's most likely both.

He watches as you back up, before sprinting forward and lashing out with your foot. The ball makes a satisfying smacking sound before soaring rather gracefully in the air, and Yukimura can't help but admit to himself that yes, you are good at soccer.

You're panting as you wipe your forehead with your arm. Not that it does any good, really, as your whole body looks soaked with rain and sweat and mud. "Are you trying to catch a cold?" You stop abruptly as you hear Yukimura's voice, foot mere inches from sending the ball flying. He notices your reflexes and control.

"Ah, Yukimura-kun." You greet, pushing your wet bangs out of your face and tightening your ponytail. "Hello. I heard that tennis was cancelled due to rain."

"Well, tennis and water don't really mix." Yukimura explains.

"I see." You say, turning your attention back to the balls lined up in front of you.

"It's raining. You might want to come in soon." Yukimura watches as you send another ball flying into the goal.

"Perhaps. I like the rain though. It's rather calming." You say, lifting the collar of your shirt to wipe the water from your cheeks and mouth. "Hmm... perhaps you're right. Only after I clean up, though. Otherwise [Friend Name] would have a fit." You chuckle. Picking up the balls one by one, you punt them in the direction of the bleachers, and Yukimura watches, impressed as they land one by one in the blue soccer ball container.

When you sit on the bleachers, you peel down your socks, pulling off your shin guards and tossing them beside you. Yukimura tosses you something light blue, and you catch it, recognizing it as a towel. "It's rather dry." he says, and you smile.

"Thank you."

Time passes, and the two of you are close friends. You're not afraid to point out when he's being a bit sadistic, and he's not afraid to point out that your sarcasm will most likely end up killing someone one day. You merely laughed-something Yukimura has been looking forward to hearing recently-patting the teen's shoulder with a 'Probably' falling from your parted lips.

"It's gotten colder recently." You say one day as the two of you are studying in the library.

"Well, it is winter." Yukimura replies, not looking up from his book. You twirl your pencil in your hand, staring out at the dark grey sky.

"It's cold in here. I wish I had my jersey. Or maybe I could yell at the maintenance to turn up the heat." Yukimura hums slightly. "Ah... I wish it would rain... but it's so cold it might turn to hail." You say.

There's a bit of silence, before Yukimura feels something lean on him. Turning his head, he sees you smiling-rather smugly-as you lean against his side. "What is it?" He asks.

"This is a good way to keep warm. Ahh, you're much warmer, Yukimura-kun." You say gleefully, nuzzling into his side as you pick up where you left off in your book. To say Yukimura isn't a bit surprised would be a lie, and to say he wasn't happy wouldn't be the truth, either. He found it rather pleasing that your body fit so nicely against his.

'Tarundoru!', he hears Sanada in his mind.

But as Yukimura looks down at you about half an hour later, sleeping peacefully, he thinks that this time, it'll be okay.