AN: A short drabble inspired by a Tweet by a Japanese author Fafoo (otherwise known as Sugaru Miaki). The Tweet is as follows: "It's a somewhat similar story to "Garden of Words," but in high school, there was someone who I could only meet when the weather was bad. The railroad I used at the time was weakened by driving rain, and if there were a typhoon in the morning, the train would be late without a doubt. But because of this, I could meet that person who normally took a train an hour earlier than me. So at the time, I liked typhoons." This particular Tweet inspired me a lot to write this, since it was adorable sounding. And adorableness obviously calls for ErLu.

Hopefully you enjoy this update.

Ciao. c:

The drumming of the rain pulsed above the train station's roof. Many people were rummaging through, seeking shelter from the harsh rain, often bumping into each other. The trains were running more than an hour late—it was no surprise that many people were beginning to act much more violently with each other. From the corner of her eye, Erza caught a peculiar pink-haired boy arguing with a shirtless one (which was strange considering it was very, very cold). Erza frowned. Delinquents, she thought to herself.

"You bastard!" The pink-haired boy exclaimed. "You wanna pick a fight, Gray?!"

"Shut up, Natsu!" Gray retorted. "YOU'RE the one who started it!"

"Bastard!" Natsu repeated. "YOU were the one who did."

"You wanna fight?!"

"Thought you would never ask!"

There was a tinny whistle coming from a police officer in the distance. Both boys froze on the spot, their eyes wide with mortification.

"Oh shit!" They shouted at the same time. An officer clad in blue rounded a corner, and both Natsu and Gray bounded in the opposite direction. The officer gave chase, blowing his whistle non-stop.

With all three of them gone, the station calmed down a bit, the noise level being considerably reduced. But that didn't stop the rising tension on Erza's nerves. She took a glance on her wristwatch.

8:43

She gave a heavy sigh, feeling rather annoyed at her situation. She was running thirty minutes late for university. Due to the weather, the university was going to give a window of time where students wouldn't be considered tardy, but Erza was always punctual, especially in Porlyusica's class.

The thought of making the elderly woman mad sent shivers down the redhead's spine.

The pink-haired lady was notorious through her university for her outrageous punishments. Luckily, Erza was one of the few that managed to get on Porlyusica's good side...if such a thing even existed.

Suddenly, a unique hue of hair glittered out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head ever so slightly, Erza held in a breath. She could instantly tell who it was, just by her flaxen hair that stood out from the drab sea of brown and black.

It was her.

Erza didn't exactly know her name—scratch that, she didn't know her name period. But she was oh so smitten with her. There was something about the blonde that drew Erza to her. It confused the redhead, but there was something. Something that she couldn't quite place her finger on.

But the only time she could see the blonde was during horrid weather.

The train that Erza took ran on very old railroads. During the rainy season—especially if there were typhoons—there would be multiple problems (which Erza didn't care enough to remember) with the railroad, so the train would almost run late everyday. Many would curse the rain and every single trouble is caused, but not Erza.

Erza had a strange love for bad weather.

Because she had an excuse to see the girl with the blonde hair.

Thunder rumbled overhead, pulling the redhead back to reality and vibrated the station and the railroads. A howling gale pushed its way through, holding stray papers in its arms. Erza shivered violently, gripping at her arms in a feeble attempt to keep herself warm as the wind calmed. Once everything settled, she relaxed, but soon tensed up when something brushed her neck with a ticklish touch. Looking over on her right shoulder, she noticed a blue ribbon draped over it. Plucking it off her shoulder, Erza inspected it with her brown eyes.

It was a simple, yet elegant thing.

"A-ah! Excuse me!" A voice sang out from the distance, gentle and sweet. Erza looked over and her heart nearly stopped with shock.

It was the blonde.

And she was running her way.

"Th-that's mine," the blonde panted. Erza could only stare at her with a dumb expression; this couldn't be real. "I'm so glad that you caught it."

"...Uh-huh," was all Erza could mumble. She was much too busy staring at the beauty in front of her. From this angle, the redhead could see that the blonde had brown eyes as well, except hers was a much brighter color, a hue that shined just as brightly as her hair. The redhead was being overwhelmed for some reason, and she could feel heat rising to her cheeks despite the weather outside.

"It was a gift from my mother before she passed, so it's rather special to me," the blonde's eyes dimmed with emotion before she perked up again. "Even though it is kind of plain," she ended her sentence with a laugh.

"I think it fits you very well," Erza blurted out. "B-but not in that way," she cleared her throat nervously. The blonde quirked an eyebrow, clearly confused. Erza's cheeks rose to a burning temperature. "What I meant to say while it is rather plain, it's still rather pretty and I bet it would look great on a beautiful girl like you." Once her clumsy explanation was out of her system, Erza cursed herself. No doubt she sounded like an idiot.

The girl stared at her with a blank expression.

Erza felt her face soar to scalding as the blonde smiled.

"You're an interesting one," she laughed. "Thank you, though. For the compliment and the ribbon." Erza hadn't realized the warmth that had encompassed her hand. By now, the redhead's face was surely matching the color of her hair.

"I'm Lucy," the blonde introduced herself as.

"Erza," was the meek reply.

Soon the familiar rumble of the train came within earshot. Sighs of relief and yells of cheer erupted from the station all around, but the both of them still faced each other.

Erza frowned.

Her time with Lucy was now coming to a close.

"Well, I guess I have to go now," the blonde replied, separating their hands and her flaxen hair into a ponytail with the ribbon. Even in the low glow of the yellow lanterns above, Erza was amazed by how each strand shimmered like strings of gold.

But she was even more amazed on how cold her hand felt when Lucy pulled back.

"Oh, don't look so sad Erza," the blonde began as a cheeky smile crawled onto her face, "I'm sure we'll meet again on the next rainy day."

The redhead couldn't help but return the smile. "I'm sure we will."

With a quick wave farewell, Erza found herself standing alone, a bittersweet feeling filling her chest as the train chugged away. She was about to let out a sigh until she felt a crinkle in her hand. Looking down at her palm, she gave a small grin to herself as she stared at the phone number.

Call me sometime, the note said.

And later that night, Erza did.