Suddenly they were both the same shade of red up to Mamoru’s ears and down to Usagi’s collarbone. “Uh, and what did you plan to wear while your clothes were drying?” Mamoru’s eyebrows shot up and he removed his hand from her, then rubbed the back of his neck. I was hoping to dry my clothes before going home, and maybe the rain would be done by then.” Usagi looked down at her clothes, “Well, Motoki has a washer and dryer at his arcade. Where are you headed?” He pulled her under the shelter of his umbrella once again, and Usagi swiftly smelled the familiar scent of roses. “If you keep running like that in this weather, you’re bound to get hurt. His hand gently grasped her wrist before she sped off again. Now having Mamoru see her practically soaked to the bone, needing rescued (Sailor V never would have needed rescued!), and now crying? “Thank you for saving me, but I need to hurry.” In fact, a lot of their bickering had subsided recently. Though Mamoru was known to always be on her case, and she dealt it back quite frequently, she had been nursing a crush for the better part of a year. “Whaaa? No, I’m not.” She worked her right foot back into her shoe, and bowed quickly. Usagi’s eyes widened as she futilely wiped her face of both tears and rain. “I’ve never met someone so ign-are, are you crying?” “What are you doing, Odango-Atama!? You could have slid into the street!” he shouted as he bent down to pick up his umbrella. The rain was just starting to soak his green jacket, making the ugly shade even darker. “Chiba Mamoru?” she asked, bleary-eyed from the weather. She panic-looked from side to side to see herself still standing, before glancing up to see an unlikely hero. Grasped in the tight hands of an unknown person, Usagi took a moment to realize that she had not fallen as far as she would have thought. Her heels slid on the slick puddle, and she crashed into-another body? “Oh, no!” she pleaded to the sky, hoping against hope that the sun would come out and instantly dry the roadways, but it was too late. As she attempted to round the corner to the arcade, Usagi noticed a rather large puddle one rainbow’d with oil from the road. ![]() It hadn’t rained in weeks, why would it now? Nevertheless, lamenting over the lack of protection wouldn’t help her get to safety. Her mother had told her she should bring her umbrella, and it was just one example of the sound advice that she promised herself she would begin listening to, so long as the rain would subside. She hoped to soon be under cover before the next clap of thunder. It seemed as she got closer to the arcade, her safe haven, it would rain harder with every desperate leap. “Ahhhh!” Usagi shouted down the wet sidewalk, which was devoid of the usual hustle and bustle.
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