How do we get that?
Narumiya stared up at the sky, watched the sun break through the clouds alighting a rainbow after the downpour. He lowered his umbrella and shook it, leaned against the wooden fence where he and Miyuki were supposed to be meeting. He checked his watch and looked up to find Miyuki standing before him, completely drenched.
“You’re fifteen minutes late,” Narumiya said, matter-of-factly.
“Sorry,” Miyuki said lowly, chest heaving. And Narumiya’s eyes caught on the movement and the way that the other’s shirt stuck to that skin, clung to Miyuki’s form. He’d never been fonder of the rain.
“Luckily for you my apartment is close by,” he said, starting off down the road, Miyuki trailed beside him.
Narumiya was only allowed to watch Miyuki’s clothes spin in his tumble dryer as he waited for Miyuki dress and get the hell out of his room, why couldn’t the other change in the toilet?
Miyuki came out, towel draped over his head and in sweat pants alone, god was either testing him or treating him.
“Your clothes don’t fit me,” Miyuki mumbled, almost pouting and Narumiya guessed that he had to gawking.
“That’s more than okay with me,” he said, roving his eyes over the other’s exposed skin more obviously. Miyuki rolled his eyes, rubbing the towel against his still wet hair.
“Pervert,” Miyuki muttered under his breath, but Narumiya heard and snickered at the other.
“It’s not my fault that you got caught in the rain,” Narumiya smirked at Miyuki, “and I am not the kind to turn my eyes from a masterpiece when it’s placed before me,” Miyuki promptly threw the towel at his head, Narumiya just laughed at the other, loud and abrasive in an effort to get further under Miyuki’s skin.