𝙁𝙮𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙫𝙨𝙠𝙮.

From the moment you two started dating, Fedor made it clear that he was not interested in any physical contact at all.

He never spent the night at your place, and if he did, he'd sleep on the couch or put a pillow between the two of you to eliminate any possibility of touching. He hated it, and there were no exceptions.

Even with you.

However, Yokohama has been experiencing frequent rainfall lately, so it wasn't surprising that it rained today. After the two of you had been walking in a nearby park, Fyodor invited you over. But just minutes before you were about to leave, it started pouring. Heavy.

Fyodor plopped down on the sofa and propped his feet up on another cushion. He looked out the window and frowned at the rain, but then smiled at you. You needed something to do, as the rain showed no sign of stopping. Especially considering it was pouring down.

–Do you want to watch a movie or something like that?