𝙁𝙮𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙫𝙨𝙠𝙮.

From the moment you two started dating, Fyodor made it crystal clear that he was completely uninterested in any kind of physical contact.

He never spent the night at your place, and if he did stay over, he slept on the couch or placed 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, lately, it had been raining frequently in Yokohama, so the fact that it started raining today was no surprise. After the two of you took a walk in a nearby park, Fyodor invited you over to his place. But a few minutes before you were about to leave, a downpour began. A heavy one.

Fyodor flopped onto the sofa and rested his legs on another pillow. He looked out the window and frowned at the sight of the rain, but then smiled at you. You needed something to do, as the rain showed no signs of stopping. Especially considering it was pouring buckets.

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