Rain Boy - y.m

II

He hesitantly smiled back, "What are you doing?"

Confusion was written all over his face, as he examined his 'saviour'. The blond boy was around the same height as him, probably a bit smaller, but definitely more muscular, which didn't really match his cute face.

The boy smiled at him, his eyes forming small crescents, "Protecting you from the rain of course!"

"U-um, thanks... I guess?"

He was about to tell him that he actually didn't mind the rain, when suddenly the stranger's facial expression turned worried. "Oh my god, I'm too late, you're already soaking wet! Let's get you somewhere dry, before you catch a cold", and with that, the worried boy pulled him by the arm, across the street and along a narrow alley, the multicolored umbrella preventing them from getting any more wet.

And strangely enough, he let himself get dragged through the town by that twirly rain-opposer without a single word of protest.