When It Rains, It Pours — Kazutora Hanemiya
"It's two am. What are you doing here?"
A cheeky smile pressed against his lips. His eyes looked over you with a certain desire you couldn't quite place your finger on. It was far from lust, but there was certainly longing in his gaze. It sent a warming shudder through your bones.
"I just wanted to stop by. Am I not allowed to visit you?"
You deadpanned at the clock above the kitchen. It's ticking hands signaling the same time you reported to him earlier. On top of the strange intrusion, gentle raindrops smeared his large coat and trickled onto the tile.
"So what I'm hearing is that you want me to leave," he huffed, a small pout taking shape in replacement of that mischievous grin. Kazutora shifted on his feet, glancing solemnly towards the backdoor he had just appeared from.
Finally, you let out a soft sigh, letting his bothersome ways of affection reign over your coveted evening.
"Fine, get your ass on the kitchen counter I gotta dry you first."
That elated smile from before re-emerged and like a stray cat, he hopped onto the kitchen counter—arms stabilizing himself by propping themselves in between his legs.
"You're annoying, you know that?" you laughed, digging through a closet nearby to search for a loose towel somewhere. Your search was rewarded with the fluffy white fabric.
"I know." A deep chuckle that had your stomach knotting escaped his throat and you watched him untie his long hair from the bun atop his head.
Water droplets that spun like teardrops splattered onto the marble countertop and you sighed, flopping the towel onto his black and amber hair.
Kazutora remained quiet as you dried him up like an abandoned dog. The rain pittered against the window panes and played a soft symphony that tempted to lull you to sleep.
You yawned, the noise alerting Kazutora from underneath the fabric on his head. "Did I wake you up?"
A short laugh interrupted your sleepy demeanor and you fluffed up his hair underneath the towel as if to comfort him.
"I was laying in bed if that counts. It is a little alarming when you hear your kitchen's backdoor open this late at night."
"Sorry," he said quietly, a sad smile in his voice, "I just wanted to see you. It's just one of those nights, you know?"
Resting the towel on his shoulders, you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. For a second, the man didn't seem to register your display of affection. But the moment he did, he kissed back with a sort of tenderness that didn't seem to express all the thoughts in his mind nor his heart.
His lips tasted like a sweet and sourness that you sought after. Leaning into the kiss, your hands found purchase on the counter before fumbling into the old radio you had propped up earlier that day.
It clicked and in a moment, the delicate symphony of rain danced along with a soulful croon of jazz music. Surprised by the occurrence, you backed up. The two of you turned to stare at the radio now playing an old love song.
"I found it in my old moving boxes today. I didn't realize they played this song still," you admitted, backing away slowly.
Kazutora cleared his throat, a dull blush dusting his pale cheeks. For another moment, he appeared to gather fickle amounts of courage to ask for something. When he had gathered enough, that brilliant grin lit up his expression once again.
"Tora, do you even know how to dance?"
"Nope!" He chuckled, hopping off the counter, letting the towel fall onto the counter next to the radio. Taking your hand in his, that glowing smile seemed to melt into your own confidence. Resting against his chest, you laughed at his antics once more.
"Alright, but don't blame me if you trip and eat shit."
He huffed, "Then don't blame me if you fall asleep from sleep deprivation."
