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Every story has it's beginning. And your story was no exception. Every story has it's complications. And your story was no exception. Every story has it's own sort of euphoria. And your story was definitely no exception.

And your story kicked off on that one fateful day. On that one exceptionally rainy day when you were merely six years old. The irony of that reality was that you, in fact, hated the rain. Well, you didn't necessarily hate the rain itself, you just hated the melancholy that revolved around the particular type of precipitation.

And not surprising enough, just as your day seemed to be taking a turn for the worst, and you stepped outside to take a breather from the stress indoors during lunchtime, a drip of rain fell on the tip of your cold nose.

Great. How rain always seemed to taunt you like this was beyond you. Every time lunch break occurred for you, the same girl with pretty long eyelashes and cute little curls in her hair always baited you with harsh words.

And the funny part was, she always used great big words that she didn't even understand almost always, but the meaning behind such words made a greater impact on you. The saddest part was that an event like this happened to you at the tender age of six. She would go from getting her junior posse of other girls to tease you about how 'nerdy' you were or how you would stare out into space, to digging under your skin and found out all sorts of ways that made you tick, and you didn't even know why.

Today was no exception. The morning wasn't that bad actually, it was lunchtime that was the culprit to your shitty mood.

Just as you were about to eat the lunch your mother had prepared for you before you headed out the door, a hand reached out and swatted it away from your grasp, letting it splatter all over the tiled floor below the both of you.

You looked up only to see the long eyelashes batting down at you, "Oh dear, (y/n)-chan! You should take more care of your lunch. Don't you know that the ground is dirty?"

Laughter erupted from her evil group of friends as she sashayed away. You felt like punching her square in the face, knocking her out like they did on tv. But alas, you knew that would only lead to misconceptions about who you really were and more troubling instances to occur in your childhood, which you didn't want to happen.

So, you simply went up to the teacher and asked if you could step outside for a bit to get some fresh air. The teacher kindly obliged, saying to come out in a few minutes time, as they would be watching you through the window.

Rain; the one type of weather you had a problem with. You didn't really mind the other types of weather, but it was this one you just wanted to kick in the shins. Rain, rain, go away. Don't come back another day. A soft voice in your mind sang.

"Hey, you should go inside." A deeper voice called at you.

Your (e/c) wandered up from where they were looking at before, only to see a boy with owlish features apparent on his complexion.

When you didn't give an answer, he sighed softly and continued, "If you don't you'll catch a cold."

A blank expression played on your face as you tapped your foot on the ground, "Why do you care?"

Silence filled the air for a few moments, but then his lips tugged up, "Well, do you like being sick? I know that I don't like being sick, because then your mom will give you yucky medicine. And plus, what kind of person would I be if I let you get sick, and let your mom give you icky medicine, right?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at that. Who was this guy? "Okay, okay, you got me. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

A wide grin formed on his chapped lips, "I'm Bokuto Koutarou."

After the incident, the two of you only grew closer to each other. And during that time, you learned a few things about him. How childish he was at time. How passionate he grew of volleyball over the years. How he felt dejected whenever something didn't go his way. But the main thing was, how he loved being happy and making other people happy. Which was, what you guessed, the reason he didn't want to see you upset that one day when you both were six.

Now, primary school was coming to an end, and after school, Bokuto asked to walk you home. Something about wanting to 'be a man' like his father had told him a few weeks past. Even though you told him that you two were still kids, he still insisted that it was a good jumping off point to going down that road. And seeing his happiness after that statement, you couldn't possibly decline.

*Ring*

The bell sounded, gesturing that the school day was over. Which also meant that it was time for your walk home with Bokuto. A ghost of a smile found itself forming on your lips. You quickly packed up your things, and headed to the locker room, where then you could say the day was official finished.

And once you did eventually put all your books and school supplies in your bag, a pair of golden eyes became fixated on your form. (E/c) orbs met his golden ones, as a grin tugged at his lips.

"C'mon lets go, (l/n)." His hand outstretched itself for you, as you reached out for it, your ghost of smile only becoming bigger and bigger.

•

As the two of you stepped outside, Bokuto stopped walking for a second, leaving you confused as you looked back. "Everything okay back there?"

Your voice snapped him out of his distance from reality, as he looked up at you scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Oh yeah.. Sorry I was just thinking about how we are gonna do this."

Your brow twitched up, showcasing your confusion, "Do what?"

"I mean walking home together. Is there some sort of way we're like supposed to do this?"

You mouthed an 'oh,' "Well in the movies, they just usually walk home and talk normally. Unless if they're like a couple or something. Then they do that yucky lovey-dovey stuff."

Bokuto let out a chuckle, "What kind of 'lovey-dovey' stuff?"

A long pause came from your end of the conversation, as you seemed to be deep in thought, a light blush apparent on your cheeks, until you finally decided to speak up, "Well like... they hold hands, and kiss each other cheeks, you know. Stuff like that." You made a gagging sound.

The owlish boy snorted, "Dude, that sounds disgusting."

"I know right!" You tried to suppress a laugh, but you couldn't help that the mere thought was so disgustingly hilarious. You seemed hesitant for a minute, but your eyes subsequently wandered over to his. "Say, Bokuto.."

"Yeah?" His tone showed a slight interest in what you were about to say.

"Well, if we ever became a couple.. w-what do you suppose we'd do, exactly?" You twiddled your fingers, the way you asked the question seemed shaky, much to your dismay.

He looked up to the clouds above you two, looking for an answer, until his gaze came back down to the earth. "Well, we'd just do it how we would want to." He murmured.

The smile displayed on your lips only grew wider. And from above, a raindrop fell on the tip of your cold nose. And soon, the downpour embraced the two of you. Before, it was sunny with a few clouds, but then out of no where, the two of you were surrounded in the outdoors weather that felt like an uncomfortably cold shower.

A smile etched at the both of your lips as bubbles of laughter emitted from your throats. His hand reached out and gripped yours tightly as you both ran to your house.

•

As you both arrived at your porch, you both exchanged amusing glances as your hearts raced from the long, long run. You both hunched over and attempted to catch your breaths, but utterly failed as the two of you continued in your laughter.

"Hey (l/n)." He said in between huffs and puffs. You looked up at him, gesturing for him to go on. "I think this walk was a success."

You shook your head, "More like half a success."

Now it was his turn to shake his head, "We had fun right? That's a success in my book."

Your eyes rolled over yourself as amusement traced over your features, "Oh okay. Sure, Bokuto."

"Don't call me Bokuto anymore," he told you quietly. "You should start calling me by my first name."

You raised an brow, but thought nothing of it. You figured it was just a sign of your friendship. "Okay, Koutarou."

And in that moment, you swore you've never witnessed a smile that bright before, "Thank you, (y/n)."

High school was right around the corner, and you were more than ready to leave your junior high life for a new. It's not that junior high was bad, but you felt that your years there went on for an eternity and it was high time for a new lifestyle. And your desire for junior high to end grew larger and larger as you heard all these fantastic tales of people who were in high school.

But junior high certainly exceeded your expectations. Especially with your ever-so close friendship with Koutarou growing with every moment you spent with each other. Like the time when the two of you went on a field trip with the two of your families to the park, and you got lost, but Koutarou came looking for you and helped the two of you get back to the class. Or the time when the two of you went to an amusement park, and you didn't bring any money, so he spent every last bit of his own to bring a smile back to your face. Or the time when your dog died, and it was Koutarou comforted you, and gave you his shoulder to cry on.

But at the beginning of junior high, he didn't talk to you, he just greeted you in the hallways with an unmistakeable smile on his lips. You couldn't help but wonder if your friendship would ever falter. But those feelings were cut short when every day, he would come over to your house to hang out, which you happily accepted his offers.

In those days, it felt that there was no end in sight of your friendship. Watching movies and hilarious tv shows together became your always. Your mom always made the two of you snacks, as the two of you didn't hesitate to gobble down in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday, was the first time in forever that Koutarou offered to walk you home today, which didn't cease you from commemorating the memories of the first time the particular event occurred. But what confused you about his request was that immediately afterwards, he asked what your favorite color was. You thought nothing of it though, and answered him, still excited for the day that followed.

The exact events from last time followed. The bell sounded, you went to your locker and packed up. The only thing that changed was that this time, you hurried with your dismissal. The last part was a mystery to you at the time, but as you grew up you soon figured out why that was.

As you walked out of the locker room, your best friend stood there, hands shoved in his pockets of his uniform, "You ready?"

You nodded as you walked up to him, the two of you absentmindedly held each other's hands. "Let's go." You both said in sync.

•

Much to the two of your's disappointment, clouds overlayed the sky above the city, as you let out a long sigh. "Dude, I hate the rain."

Bokuto raised a brow as he looked over at you, "Since when?"

You looked up at him with a discouraged expression, "I don't really know, I just always hated it."

Bokuto stepped closer to you as the two of you continued to walk at a steady pace, "I love the rain, because whenever it rains I think of you."

You punched his arm playfully, "With lines like that, you could be the prince of the school."

He laughed uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess."

A lightbulb invisibly appeared on top of his head, as a look of realization hit him, "Oh, (y/n)! I actually have something for us in case it rains."

A puzzled expression played on your face as he stopped walking to dig something out of his bag. And what he pulled out were two umbrellas. One was black and gold, and the other (f/c). He handed you the (f/c) one, which you accepted with the toothiest of grins.

"So that's why you asked what my favorite color was." You said as you gripped the gift in your hand.

He nodded, "Yeah, I wasn't sure what it was."

You didn't hold back as you wrapped your arms around him and whispered your gratitude in his ear. And little did you know, a blatant tinge of red found its way on his face, which he didn't cover up until you loosened your grip to look him in the eyes.

But as soon as you did, a drop of rain from the sky above fell on the tip of your cold nose. You slapped your forehead and bursts of laughter followed from the both of you as you both clicked your umbrellas open, shielding the rain from the both of you.

"H-how come every time you walk me home, it freaking rains!" You said in between your fits of giggles.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't even know. But at least this time, we don't have to run, right?"

You nodded as your snickers faded, "Yeah, that's true. Because now we won't get soaking wet. And even if it did, it wouldn't be that bad since I'm with you..." The last part you whispered under your breath, in your mind was completely inaudible. But unbeknowest to you, the boy did in fact hear it, much to his elation. The culprit most likely being the close proximity between your faces.

High school had just begun in its second year of Fukurodani, and boy, has Koutarou grown. He is an excelling wing spiker for your school's volleyball team, and according to the coach, he could soon become the ace.

And although Koutarou had many remarkable feautues that most students your age would kill to obtain, the most unbelievable trait that he owned was how he put up with you for a decade. You felt as though with everything he did for you, you could never repay his good deeds. He would always be there for you when you were down in the dumps, and knew how to bring you back to good spirits. He protected you from anything that would bring you harm physically, mentally, and emotionally.

What did I do to deserve him?

•

You were awoken from your beloved slumber as your cell phone vibrated you awake. Your sat up and stretched your limbs out, before reaching over for it. You brought the bright screen to your squinting eyes, looking at the Caller ID to see who could possibly be up at the ungodly time of six o'clock in the morning on the weekend.

Bokuto.

You groaned in annoyance as you reluctantly pressed the green call button, "What is it?"

"(Y/n)! Kuroo and I are going to the amusement park today! Wanna tag along?" Enthusiasm laced his voice ever-so energetic voice.

"Do you know what time it is?" You said groggily through a drained yawn.

"I know, I know. But is that a yes?" He said, brushing the subject of time, awaiting your answer.

"..what time?"

A sound of exhilaration came from his end of the line, "I'll be there at seven."

•

The minutes in between then and seven went by faster than Koutarou could spike a ball. The doorbell rang, leaving a vibration in your head as you looked outside the window near your door, only to see Koutarou standing there waving at you like a child. You shook your head as you opened the door.

"Hey so Kuroo couldn't make it, so it'll just be us, is that okay?"

You gave him a nod as you both began to walk to his grey car. When he began driving he put on a fast-tempo song as he tapped his fingers rapidly to the beat on the driver's wheel. You looked out of the window, only to see the field with murky with it, green grass sticking up out of a swamp of fog, and the only trees visible were the ones of pine. The other 'trees' seen were withered down to resemble sticks, making the pine look like the survivors after a perilous fight. But with the fog so deep, there was no tip in sight of each tree, making them look like a beanstalk that penetrated the clouds. And with that, your eyes shut close.

•

As the car came to its final destination, the amusement park, the cease of movement jerked you awake. A yawn emitted from your lips as your gaze fixated itself into Koutarou's. A smug look made its appearance on his chapped lips as pulled the key out of the ignition, "Did'ja have a nice rest, Sleeping Beauty?"

Embarrassment was written all over your face as you jerked up from your sleeping position, "Oh my god, was I snoring and stuff?"

He shook his head and gave you a reassuring smile, "Nah, you were actually cute." And with that statement, heat rushed up to your cheeks, but you didn't let him see as you looked away to the window. "Let's go?"

•

The whole day was based on you screaming your lungs off on the drop towers as Koutarou couldn't halt a bit of laughter or amusement. Or the hectic and chaotic lines that lead to the food stalls. And you couldn't forget the flying trapeze that played creepy music from the 1920's, and the rusty chains that made you feel like you could fall to a terrible doom.

Now, as the day was coming to an end, Koutarou dragged you to the outdoor arcade, only for the two of you to fiercely compete in a variety of games like the children you were in primary school.

You won a few, then he did, and then some. When he told you he was going to exchange his tickets he achieved from winning games, you simply replied with, "Eh, lemme just finish some more."

When he came back however, you turned to face him, "Say Koutarou. What did you get? I feel like we're little kids again."

He smiled shiningly, "You know what would make this day even more childish, (y/n)?"

You quirked an eyebrow, only to have it melt away when he presented you with a tacky-looking notepad, "Passing notes!"

You snorted as you gestured for him to write something, which he happily obliged. As soon as he finished with his matching tacky-looking pen, he handed it to you.

Will you be my girlfriend?

Your smile grew limitless as you hastily replied with a,

What do you think?

Koutarou didn't hesitate to bring you in a warm embrace as he brought your soft lips into his. The kiss was gentle and inviting. None of that tongue-on-tongue stuff. This one was sweet and filled with simplicity, which you absolutely adored.

And as he pulled back, he nuzzled his face into your soft hair, whispering, "I love you."

You returned the embrace as you wrapped your slender arms around his torso, "I love you, too."

And at that, a drop of rain fell on the tip of your cold nose, making it scrunch. Koutarou's chest rose and fell quickly, the action made you pause to register it until you realized he was laughing.

"You know when I said I hated the rain, Koutarou?"

His infectious snickers came to a pause, "Yeah." Your eyes softened as you gave him a warm, genuine smile.

"I lied."

"And how come?" He said, returning the expression.

"Because whenever it rains, I think of you."