49
Umbrella
This is uncomfortably sticky. When Furuichi thought this, he wasn't talking about the rain or his soaked clothes. Ever since Furuichi accepted Oga's confession, they've been attached by the hip. Okay, so, they already were attached by the hip, but Oga wouldn't try to reach for his hand so often before! As Furuichi thought this, the silvernette resisted the urge to pull his hand away when Oga's pinky wrapped around his own. This was too much change at once!
"Do you remember the first time we got caught in the rain together?"
"Huh?"
The question brought Furuichi out of his head enough to stop feeling the hand that kept trying to be held. "Oh...um. Yeah. That was...what? Third grade?"
"The storm was so bad, we had to hug each other for warmth. You remember that?"
Furuichi blushed. Yes, though, he had conveniently forgotten that until now. "I think you're fitting the past to suit your memory," Furuichi grumbled.
Oga continued on. "That's how my sister found us. We were asleep in a corner, huddled together. Misaki berated us about not having an umbrella all the way home."
"Your mom made us emergency soup that day. Because she didn't want us to get sick. And that was after she forced us out of our wet clothes. Your clothes were so big on me, I had to tie knots to keep them from falling off."
By this time Oga's plan had worked. Furuichi was distracted enough to hold his hand back. The silvernette had still been running away in his own way, by shying away from their relationship, especially in public.
"Yeah...Do you think you still have to?"
"Hm? Have to what?"
"Tie knots in my clothes."
Furuichi's face burned like a furnace, but when he tried to cover his face, he found that he had been comfortably holding Oga's hand. Now his face felt like a furnace on fire.
"C'mon let's go find out."
"Don't you dare make me run in this rai- wait! Oga!"
Oga had already began to run, the silvernette reluctantly in tow. Furuichi couldn't help giggling at little on the way home in between berating the moron, of course.
