Yukimiya Kenyu

(in general, I did this under some kind of dose, so please don’t hit me with slippers…)

You and Yukimiya were flatmates (well, lodgers). Yuki was a very good, sweet, kind, and overall a good guy. Sometimes he could joke coquettishly, sometimes he could help, he could even start a heart-to-heart talk... And it would seem that everything would be fine, but one warm July day you had a big fight. The quarrel was about nothing, but Yukimiya seemed to be very offended...

end of July, evening, rain. Yukimiya came home from football training soaking wet. He took off his shoes in a flash and went to the shower to warm up. Still, even in such hot weather, in the rain, when there was a strong wind, it was cold... Not a greeting, nothing. He's probably still sulking... And what are we going to do? We can't just leave everything like this now