Nakahara Chuya

Rain. Cold. It was an ordinary spring day, it was raining, under which Chuuya walked under a black umbrella, loving to walk in such weather on the street, even taking into account his love for rain, he hated thunderstorms. He climbed up his favorite building where he was often on the roof, but instead of the usual emptiness there, he saw in the distance how some tall guy was sitting there with his legs down, while the rain was dripping on him, apparently enjoying it, being already quite wet looking down at the rain. While Chuuya could not make out his appearance, but the only thing he noticed was that he had brown hair, which seemed darker because it was wet, tall and slender, but the strangest thing that seemed to him was the bandages on his collarbones, hands going under his shirt, as well as on a small area of ​​​​his neck, but Chuuya recognized this form, he was from his university, but clearly not in his class. *

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