Bus Stop, Wet Day
Written for toko.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you?" Waya demanded.
Isumi frowned at him. "I'm sorry, what?"
Waya rolled his eyes and huffed a little, then tugged at Isumi's sleeve. "The point of sharing an umbrella is that neither person is supposed to get wet. Why are you standing half in the rain? There's plenty of room if you'd just move a little closer to me."
"I didn't want to crowd you," Isumi said, but he allowed Waya to pull him completely underneath the umbrella's dome. It was warm and damp in the tiny, semi-enclosed space, and the rain pattered pleasingly onto the surface of the umbrella.
"Whatever," Waya said. "Isn't this a lot better?"
Isumi looked down at him, pressed warm and tight to his side, and smiled. "Yes, it is."