As Comfortable As Rain On Sundays
Title: As Comfortable As Rain On Sundays
Pairing: OhYass
Genre: Fluff
Summary: It's raining and Okura's not back yet. Yasu is worried.
Author's note: The tittle is a line from One Republic's 'Won't Stop'. It's a really nice song and it sort of inspired this fic. Hope it's ok :).
Shota turned to his right and stretched out his left hand, searching for a person’s warmth. But there wasn’t one. The bed next to him was empty. Shota opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around the room.
Where was Tacchon?
He went to the kitchen and found a note on the counter.
Went out for groceries. Be back soon.
Only yours, Tadayoshi.
Shota smiled warmly when he saw the words ‘Only Yours’. He put down the note and went for a quick shower.
It had been 30 minutes since he’d been gone. Tacchon still wasn’t home. Shota looked out of the window worriedly. The sky was overcast and the wind was getting stronger by the minute.
“Tacchon, come back safe,” he prayed.
45 minutes since he’d been gone. Shota started to feel restless. He paced up and down the living room. It had started to rain.
Did Tacchon bring an umbrella?
He found his answer when he checked the closet.
No, he did not.
All the umbrellas were present and accounted for.
Shota sighed as he walked to the kitchen. He started the coffee machine. Tacchon would need something warm in his system when he comes back.
He went to the bedroom, pulled out Tacchon’s clothes and placed them on the bed. Tacchon will need something dry to wear when he gets home.
He went to the bathroom next. He took out Tacchon’s towel and carried it to the living room, putting it on the sofa. Tacchon will be drenched when he returns.
One hour since he was gone, the doorbell rang. Hurriedly, Shota opened the door. Tacchon was standing on the doorway, drenched from head to toe, clutching three plastic bags. He looked like the something the cat would have dragged in.
“Stay where you are.”
Shota grabbed the plastic bags and placed them on the counter. Next, he took the towel from the sofa and placed it around Tacchon. The poor guy was shivering.
“I’ve already prepared dry clothes for you. They’re on the bed.”
The younger guy only managed a grateful nod as he headed towards the bedroom.
One hour and fifteen minutes since he’d been gone. Shota and Tacchon sat facing each other on the window seat as they watch the rain fall down on the outside world. They were sipping cups of hot coffee, their hands intertwined. There wasn’t any need for words. Because even when there’s only silence between the both of them, it felt comfortable.
As comfortable as rain on Sundays.
Their eyes met.
I love you.
I love you too.