[28 May 2020] [Hypnosis Microphone] Rain

[firehawk05]

 

Title: Rain

Day/Theme: 28. how long will the rain last

Fandom: Hypnosis microphone

Characters: Doppo x Jyuto. 

Rating: T. 

Doppo hates it when it rains.

He dislikes it when it perversely starts to pour just as he shuts down his laptop at work. 

He hates it when first fat drops catch him hurrying through the streets en route to a client on days he's carrying samples in both hands and can't open his umbrella. 

But the absolute worst, is to hear it bucketing down outside, just as he finally got comfortably warm in bed, because he just knows, even without looking at the clock, that it's time to go to work. 

Don't get him wrong. Hot weather sucks in a totally different way. But rain is probably the worst. 

Like this morning. He’s jolted awake by a crack of thunder louder than a bomb. Louder than a car crash. 

Louder than that time his balding supervisor brought his fist down on his desk so hard, his mug jolted off the table and cracked on the floor.

It had been raining that day too, he remembers belatedly, even as the recollection makes him shudder in distaste. 

Muzzily, he turns towards the window, watching the rain lash against the glass. The thunder grumbles, muttering darkly amidst the clouds. 

“Awake already?” Unfocused green eyes squint up at him. Light glints off a pale arm as his partner fumbles for his glasses. A muffled curse. Expectedly, Jyuto has just realized what time it is. 

It’s his fault. 

“Y-y-yes-s. I s-s-should be going soon. Or I’ll be late for work.”

“It’s a public holiday. We’re both off. For once.”

“Oh. Sorry. I completely forgot.”

There’s a soft sigh and a rustling of fabric as Jyuto pulls himself up in bed. 

“Well. Since you’ve woken me up too… is something wrong?”

“It's just the rain. It’s nothing.”

“Ah.” Jyuto says lightly. The merest grunt of acknowledgement. It could mean anything from please continue, to ah. You idiot. 

Who’s he trying to kid. It's obviously his fault the morning has been ruined. 

“Sorry. I’ll lie down and we can all go back to sleep. It’s way too early to be alive anyway. It’s my fault.”

“You know. Samatoki doesn’t like thunder. At the start of the storm he gets all prickly, amd charges  around the house threatening anyone near him with instant dismemberment. Then about midway bundles himself up in blankets and proceeds to smoke like a chimney till the storm blows over. On really bad days, the air in his room is positively toxic.” Jyuto barks out a laugh.  “Don’t look at me like that. It's true.”

“He won’t appreciate you telling me that.”

“Pft. You won’t tell anyone. Will you? Or I’ll have to kill you. Pre-emptively.”

It’s unexpected enough to elicit a wry grin. 

“Small mercy. Put me out of my misery would you.”

“Its work isn’t it?” Jyuto moves closer. At this range, despite the predawn chill, he can feel the heat radiating off his partner. 

They’re all going to catch their death from cold at this rate. 

“It’s nothing. I-i-it’s just.” Doppo pauses as he takes a steadying breath trying to suppress a shiver. “I don't have very good memories of rainy days. That’s all.”

Then a warm hand pulls him backwards.

Hot breath ghosts down the back of his neck making him gasp and shudder. In a good way.  

“Well.”

He turns, just as a flash of lightning catches on a feral smile. Amused green eyes catch and hold his gaze. 

“Want to make better ones?”