Under the Yellow Umbrella
Because he wasn't the type of man to share an umbrella with her under the rain or carry her over puddles.
Same universe as Weather Day series?
Mikan Sakura was mad. Mad was an understatement, she was furious. Her good for nothing boyfriend was still talking to the principal about some stupid prank he pulled and he had promised her he would take her out for dinner. Twirling a brown lock of hair, she looked up at the cloudy sky. She knew her hair she had straightened specifically for him today would become a frizzy mess like it normally was.
"Goddammit, where is he?" she murmured angrily as she tugged the lock of hair, already seeing begin to frizz as a light shower of rain began to fall. She shuffled around and opened her bag, pulling out a bright yellow umbrella.
"Hey."
Whipping her head up to meet his intense stare, Mikan pounced at the familiar voice.
"Where have you been!" she whined, a frown framed her face as she scrunched up her nose and raised a brow.
He shrugged his shoulders and raked his hair with his slender fingers. "Stay away from Koko for a few days."
"Why?"
"Blamed the prank on him, he might come back for revenge because he knows he can't touch me."
"Are you saying that Koko would dare to prank me?!" Mikan said with a slight evil giggle.
He shrugged his shoulders once more, a slight smirk formed. She paused, but brushed it off and opened up her umbrella. The rain began to pour in heavily.
"C'mon let's go, a new cafe opened today and you promised me you would take me out!" Mikan looped her arm around her boyfriend's and propped the umbrella up, prodding him to hold it.
He grabbed it.
She smiled, "What a gentleman-"
And ran ahead with it.
He stood two feet away from her, a muddy puddle beside him, he twirled the umbrella like a professional baton twirler. His infuriating smirk and amused eyes made her hair frizz. Literally.
She stomped wearily over, carefully observing him, in case he decided to run again.
Standing a step away from the teen, Mikan, extended her hand out expectantly.
He responded by jumping into the puddle besides him.
"Goddammit Natsume! These are my new jean-"
She was silenced by a soft kiss.
She smiled softly into the kiss as he pulled back. She closed her eyes and felt his forehead rest on hers.
He softly caressed her hair.
"Is your hair always this frizzy?" he asked puzzled.
Pushing him off her, she growled. "Way to the ruin the moment!"
Mikan is sucha potty mouth, bwahahha.
DID YOU GUYS KNOW IT WAS NATSUME? I didn't want to make it obvious, but like. Life.
Annnnnnd this is the product of my procrastination. Holla. What am I doing with my life?! I have finals all this week and I barely studied, LOL.
Wow this was actually a super lame story but whatever, YOLO MY HOMIEZ.
This has not been proof read and I just literally did this in 30 minutes so holla at me doeee.