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-—One-shot : Let me be the umbrella of your heart—-
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The bell resounded throughout the school and announced the end of student hours for that rainy Tuesday.
As an automatic action, all the students began to put their things in their respective backpacks to leave the PK Academy.
Since just a few hours ago, specifically in the penultimate class. The sky that was already cloudy since the morning had finally finished loading with gray and thick tones in the clouds to begin with a rain heavy enough to soak you if you walked under it without some type of protection.
Akechi is not the type of student who forgets his umbrella, and this was not the case, of course he had not forgotten it after seeing the sky from the window and listening to the weather forecast on TV.
The problem was that when he took his umbrella out of the rack at the exit, it was broken. To be precise, it was bent by some hypothetical "accidental" blow and could not open correctly and fulfill its function as it should.
So he only left him one option: Wait at the exit for the rain to stop.
And it would have been his only option if the edge of someone else's umbrella didn't provide him with extra shade under the roof of the exit.
His dark purple eyes due to the shadow of his honey blonde bangs turned behind him to notice that above him, a kindly indifferent hand extended his umbrella. Although illogically, both were still inside the facility and therefore out of the rain.
He smiled softly, knowing who it was when he saw that radiant, simple, dull pink hair.
.—That is very kind of you Kusuo-kun, especially knowing that this type of gentle acts are not so common in you, is this an indirect suggestion to accompany you on the way back to your house? I am flattered and It makes me feel special. He asked me that he may have incited you, could it be because you realized that my umbrella is not in the best condition? Although, well, that can be seen with the naked eye. Yeah, I think it's a little silly to ask and point that out now, right? Oh well, that doesn't mean I can't detail your kind act. I don't think you're the type of person to share your umbrella with someone else just for the sake of helping, right? Maybe that's why it feels so special, don't you think Kusuo-kun? Unless, of course, you have another purpose. But I really don't believe it—. He began to speak, while his gaze turned forward again to look at the rain that was falling in front of them a few centimeters at the exit.
<<—They hit your umbrella, didn't they? Don't make me regret my decision—>>
He projected into the mind of his childhood friend. While he took a few steps he moved forward, leaving the facility. With the detail of going at a slow pace so that Akechi would hurry back on the path with him under her umbrella.
And that slight, very, very, very small detail. He did not go unnoticed by Akechi.
And then Akechi pronounced —- it doesn't bother me at all —- concise, and short. Too far from the character that Touma was as he walked alongside his childhood friend: Kusuo Saiki.-— not if that involves being able to walk next to you, wouldn't that rather be like a stroke of luck? It is very unusual to be able to walk next to you, since you are mostly surrounded by... several people, which surprises me a little because of your avoidant attitude, but it does not discourage me, I am very glad that you can be more willing to do friendships that have been going on for a while! Even if most of the time you complain and treat others with indifference, you can appreciate certain details that are sometimes very noticeable and other times not. But that doesn't get around the fact of your kindness, it's quite good that you have a larger group, it has quite a few advantages in psychological health, you know? However, I am well aware that my usual chatterbox can be very annoying in large groups and well, I am not one to ruin return hiking groups with a rambling on a topic without any basis for where it came from. After all, I'm used to_ —. A small, very light blow cut through her incessant chatter. Directed with just a few fingers on the side of her head. He stopped him from his constant rambling to himself. Just as he stopped the path the two were taking.
<<—Don't worry about it—>>
The projection, in the usual tone, the simple tone and without an accent in general that betrays any type of emotion. So casual in Kusuo. But the slight tone of sweetness. His eyebrows more curved than they usually are. The simple fact that she told him...
<<—It's not so bad... your ramblings, even if they sometimes get confused with your thoughts. If you didn't have them, it would be a little strange—>>
Those kind of words, that kind of feeling that only Kusuo could turn into him. Starting with a slight embarrassment that made the words get stuck in his throat and his cheeks turn pink very slightly as if to force him to soften the volume of his thoughts, but at the same time, make them go faster than usual due to the shame of knowing of your skin tone at that moment.
Those kinds of words that made him look at him and not be able to take his eyes off the simple and stoic face of his companion.
That kind of happiness that made him smile wobbly and nervously in love. That kind of too shiny look. That kind of feeling that left him unable enough to think of what to say and say involuntarily:
.—I love you, Kusuo-kun—.
And these kinds of thoughts that made him take note of everything that his body presented every time Kusuo-kun told him...
<<—I know—>>
And that imperceptible smile, so soft, just like his fingers momentarily removing her blonde hair to return to his original position. With a fondness, that he simply couldn't help but notice.
And the touch of him, even if it was just the strands of his hair, slowly turned pink into red across the skin of his cheeks.
The cold of the rain and the gray colors in the environment that encapsulated them. They were so colorful and bright. At least in Touma's perception.
And then, Akechi realized it. That they were at the entrance to her home and that's why the walk was over.
And in these moments, I simply couldn't help but think <<If I could walk the path from the beginning again. Meeting you more, spending more time around you>>. A thought among the sea of thoughts that go so fast, and now more than ever because of all his sensations so much to the limit as only Kusuo knew how to do; his childhood friend and his now recently...
And then... all function in Touma was extinguished when the lips of her psychic boyfriend rested on him forehead in a fond and unusual farewell for Kusuo.
And maybe he wished they had landed somewhere warmer than his forehead, but, that couldn't help the jumble of emotions that caused the sudden action that she didn't have time to predict.
He didn't have time to respond, he didn't have time to think, or even breathe.
What lasted a few seconds, felt eternal. Kusuo turned away from him, with his usual simple face. With a blush so slight that he was controlled by his pyrokinesis. And that he couldn't be avoided by Akechi's restless gaze.
The hair parted to one side, which waved in the breeze of the rain, and which revealed the place where the psychic had previously kissed. The warm sensation that Saiki's lips left on the area of his forehead tickled him, like some kind of fizzing bubbles bursting and pooling.
Kusuo extended his hand in front of the Akechi who was standing without any reaction other than stuttering silently into the air and handed him his umbrella.
<<—They hit your umbrella, right?. Well, see you—>>
It was the last thing that Kusuo planned, to resume he walked to his home that was streets back. A little fast, and that didn't mean he was a little embarrassed by the action he had just taken. Of course not.
But the detail that her umbrella was in its original state that morning before it was damaged, and that Kusuo could have given it to him or fixed it for him from the beginning to avoid any walk with it... could not go unnoticed by the restless mind either of Touma with his emotions about to explode from the immeasurable amount of dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, beta-endorphins, oxytocin and... well, you understand the dilemma, right?
And although, only a few weeks have passed since the beginning of his relationship with Kusuo, and Touma is very aware of the preferential actions he took to exude his affection for him.
He just couldn't get used to the feeling that made him warmly embarrassed and left him sighing to himself as his infatuation ate sweetly at him. The feeling of being and feeling loved.
He felt so suffocatingly... sweet.
Happy. So happy.
He entered his home with a goofy smile wrapped in a silly blush that he could only see and appreciate Kusuo with his clairvoyance.
<<Tomorrow I will thank Kusuo-kun with a good coffee jelly>>
That's when Kusuo thought: It's good to do something good.
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FINALLY!, FINALLY TRANSLATED THIS CAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANTED TO DO THIS SINCE I PUBLISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER!
In short, I'll leave Saikechi ideas whenever I can, usually one-shots. Because if I make books it takes me a long time :'3
Anyway... of course to start I had to put something about "can I be the umbrella of your heart! JAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!
SEE YOU ('▽'ʃ♡ƪ)!!!
PD: I must clarify that my first language is not English. And in fact, this book was first published in Spanish on this same account. I will be publishing the one-shots and drabbles that I already did in my other book and I will try to catch up with TvT
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