ah, today is raining.

but this rain—isn't cold,

isn't lonely.

it was a warm, gentle,

heart-touching rain.

"hey...akira? can I tell you something before you go?" atsumi called

out, hands praying, eyes shifting uncomfortably, red cheeks.

"yeah.. and..?" she hesitated for a moment, before

bringing her lips close enough to his ear to whisper—

but then brought her face back with a chuckle,

"this...this will only be between us..!!"

"alright..alright...!!" he replied urgently, what is this

ludicrous thing atsumi was thinking about, again?

"i like you."

he seemed fazed for a moment before his sight

spinning caused him to catch focus. the warmth

on his hand made him look at his partner.

"your hand's cold.." atsumi frowns a little,

"your's is warm," akira replies.

"yeah, i can make your hand warm too, if

you like!" she chuckled, "I mean, my hands

get cold whenever i'm nervous..."

"if you're nervous,

just think about doing weird stuff

with yourself, alone. "

"come on, akira, you can do it!"

"let's finish this dance together!"

once again, akira was filled with

so much hope.