Fic  : One Day In Rainy Day.

Form : [K-Project] 

Pairing : (

disguise)

sarumi

A little bit

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This story is partially based on a true story from a recent holiday afternoon. When I went out to buy french fries to eat at Mac Gak (our dormitory is near Mac I walked across the river and found it. But a lot of people in the store didn't like it, so they bought it back (haha) so an idea came up.

More importantly, I just want to write with Film Misaki about being lonely, something like a person who lives alone and is single and friends leave her (???)

P.S.

Rainy Day  

It means a rainy day. But in another sense, the meaning is Times of need or "hard times"

Yata Misaki really dislikes the day a monsoon hits Shitsume City.

Young man staring at the gray sky Wrapped in the cool breeze of the rain that had just stopped falling, he wrapped himself in a red hoodie. He hurriedly walked towards the nearest fast food restaurant. He felt a burning sensation all over his stomach because of breakfast and lunch. There is still no such thing as food falling into the stomach.

It was a fast trade. If you call it that, it wouldn't be wrong. The owner with dull orange hair scanned the menu. Order easy combo sets that work quickly. I paid and waited for less than ten minutes, then picked up my breakfast and lunch and walked back to my room in less than half an hour.

To be honest, Yatagarasu didn't want to meet anyone today. Just the noise in the store was loud and causing a headache. The warm air from the fast food in that paper bag. Helps to drive away the cold. My brain thought of nothing but walking back to my accommodation as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, some of my body coughed. Stinging all over the throat The headache began to intensify.

He knew he might be sick. Actually, just call the person at the Homura bar. Yata didn't have to sacrifice his body to buy food or medicine himself. Most importantly, he didn't want to make people around him. I'm worried too much. If you still have enough energy to go out and find something to eat, you should do it.

"Will it be in time before it rains the third time?" Yata coughed again. Pale orange hair blows in the wind. A rumbling sound of thunder was heard, which was a sign of a new wave of rain. Secretly I can't blame myself for not bringing out my skateboard. Plus he doesn't even wear his signature wool hat.

"Headache..." The sick person mumbled again. Thinking about it, it might be better not to take out the skateboard. Even though it saves on travel time But in this condition, it would be difficult to balance if both legs had to stand on the board. And for this reason, he couldn't use fire to warm himself even though he complained about how cold it was. Because he didn't have enough consciousness to control his power to a mediocre level.

If there's Saru... that's good.

Until now, that doctor probably carried it on his back like he always did.

It was a bit embarrassing, but the doctor's back felt fine.

You can sleep too.

Yata shook his head quickly. A fleeting thought that made my face feel hot.

What is he thinking here?

That person...

That pillow....

Not anymore

Not at Homura

not dissenters

Not a close friend

"Hutchie," the owner of the amber eyes let out a sneeze. before turning into a violent cough that caused stomach pains and brought tears to her eyes

Yata hurriedly walked forward. Quickly wipe away the tears that are tearing away at the corners of your eyes. "When you're done, let's take some sleeping pills," he told himself. Expel the thought for just a second from your mind.

Maybe he was so sick that he was just lonely.

To think of old things

Impossible things come to mind.