Wash away my rain :2A:

TITLE: Wash away my rain [Conventional Eating Habits]
Pairing: Female!Reader [You] X Len
RATING: Pg 13
WORD COUNT: 1268
SUMMARY: You. Him. And the world.

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[2B] That Person

The great expanse of blue and the occasional thick lumps of whitish-gray reflected back on the glassy surface of your eyes. The wind blew and ruffled your hair; causing them to streak the sky with foreign colour. It wasn't particularly sunny today; it wasn't even sunny this entire week and yesterday was proof of that.

Sky.

Rain.

Mud.

The sky slowly turned gray at each passing moment; your eyes flickered at the round clock mounted at the front of the class, just a few inches over the whiteboard and back to the sky, to and fro, as if you were timing how fast it will rain.

3 minutes and 21 seconds.

Soon enough, tiny little splats of clear liquid dotted the surface of the window.

Dark clouds ominously covered the school as the rain increased in size and velocity. The incessant amount of noise that you hear tapping, and sometimes, knocking on the glass surface increased in volume; drizzling to an actual downpour.

Surprisingly, there was no wind.

Lips curved into a smile; it was raining. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the gray yonder above, only to keep observing the patterns of which the droplets fell on to the window; random yet patterned.

Like a melody; you played the beat of the rain inside your head, your hands and feet unconsciously following along.

Tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap.
Tap tap.

The refrain of Rain concerto #4 for the Piano.

You giggled at that thought, inwardly of course.
There were no such thing as a concerto for a piano.

You had plenty of compositions that actually went with the random yet unfluctuating sound of the rain falling, against windows, against puddles, against metal and all sorts of other materials and surfaces; the manuscripts were in your satchel, you always kept them with you.
Just in case a producer wanted to make a song out of it.

Violins to the left, Bass to the right.
Add a little spice of Cello, maybe percussion and some wind...

An entire orchestra even.

Pianos are never in orchestral symphonies.

You liked dreaming big; but too bad it won't happen.

Music is life, you wouldn't really say that for yourself. It did play an awfully important role in your life; almost everything that you liked doing was.
Maybe not everything; but you liked to omit the less flavorful things which you didn't want staining your "Life" resume.

Which is very flavorful, thank you very much.

A low mumble echoed in the back of your head; you blinked.
What was that sound?
Concentrating on the mumble, you blinked.

Welcome back to reality.

"...-lass is dismissed," Ozahara-sensei; your math teacher, arranged his books on the desk noisily and walked out of class, giving you ( and everyone else ) a whole minute before the recess bell rings.

You absolutely abhorred recess.
Why?
It was the time where students dragged their tables and chairs close to each other, arranging them in an elaborate pattern so that they can all sit and eat together or they just go up to the rooftop.
A repetitive ritual; the same thing happens day by day, by day.

Nobody wanted you to sit with them, which was a nicer version of 'You didn't want to sit with anybody.' The lone table by the window with a clear view of the sky was where you sat, always. Ever since grade school.

Only you practiced certain type of convention; being alone when you ate.
No matter where you are or who you're with.
You'd always be alone to the exclusion of everything else.


It still is socially acceptable to be a social recluse the last time you checked.

You stuck your hand unceremoniously into the compartment of your desk. Getting ahold of your cloth covered bento, you pulled it out and placed it on your table; about a few ( 3.45 )inch(es) from the top and bottom and a few ( 4 ) inch(es) from left to right; just right in the middle of your small desk. You knew already, what was contained in the lacquer box; some rice, tamagoyaki, topped with some seaweed and mini-sausages that were cut to resemble octopuses, the very epitome of simplicity.

Not because you couldn't cook complicated dishes, but because you wanted to spend less time with the gas on to save on the bill.

Unwrapping your bento and sliding out your own personal set of chopsticks ( from under the desk ) to open the casing which contained them, you quickly assembled them and held them at the crook in between your thumb and index finger in some sort of a prayer.

"Itadakimasu."

You gracefully picked up the octopus-shaped sausage and lifted them up…

A feminine voice called out your name.

The sausage fell on your rice.

Looking at the perpetrator who distracted you from placing the tasty morsel of food into your mouth, you narrowed your eyes but only to widen them at the sight of the blonde-twins-who-were-both-in-choir-with-you; one of them which you just noticed a day ago. Rin waved at you with one hand from the windows facing the corridor, cradling her bento to her stomach with the other. Her brother, on the other hand, just held onto the knot which tied the cloth of his bento together and shot you a brief glance, then looking away in what you assumed to be disinterest or reluctance.

A few people actually stopped eating or whatever they were doing to look at the twins then back at you, possibly intrigued on why you broke your daily protocol of eating alone.

"We've come to eat lunch with you~"
The white cloth of her ribbon bobbed with her as she made her way towards your ( lone ) table, her brother followed suit, his small ponytail swaying in his wake.

You blinked.

Rin cocked her head to the side, a thoughtful look on her face, as if she was contemplating why you weren't sitting with your classmates while he gave you an understanding look.

You blinked once again.

The blonde girl was already dragging a chair towards your table, the metal legs of the chair scraped the linoleum floor; you flinched slightly at the sound it was making, you could hear it over the din of conversation. Her twin, however, was more considerate and/or noticed your expression; he lifted another chair and carried it over, setting it just right in front of you, across where you sat.

They both plop down on the chair in an identical manner and quickly unclothed their bento boxes. The rich and exotic smell of their bentos wafted into your nostrils and you shivered ( unnoticeably ), even the sight of their food was one to behold, if you compared yours to theirs.

You quickly shifted your gaze away before they noticed you were staring.

Insouciantly, you picked up that very same piece of sausage and popped it into your mouth before anyone could distract you again, chewing quietly as you stared at your food.

Rin apparently sensed the hostility in the air, chirping something to lighten the mood, "You feeling better?"

Taking you a few milliseconds to actually notice that it was directed to you, you replied in a deferential manner, "Very much so. Thank you for asking." You gave her a curt nod; clashing with the manner you spoke to her with. The mixed signals that both of the blonde twins were getting must be confusing them, you thought.

She continued to eat, deep in thought about more conversational topics for small talk.
He just ate silently, shooting momentary glances at you.
You kept sneaking glimpses at his face from under your fringe.

The bridge of his nose was attractively slender to you and the shade of blue of his eyes were just a tad bit darker than Rin's.

You realized that you don't even know his name.