(( Blarg........trying to write a fan fic, but it ain't working. xp Slight inspiration has struck so I have to write. Woo, P4! Sou/Kan))
Kanji rubbed the back of his neck and took a step closer to his senpai, "I-I think I like you." A look of confusion crossed Souji's face as he looked up into Kanji's eyes but the confusion quickly melted into surprise as the bleached blond leaned forward and kissed him softly. The umbrella tumbled to the ground with a loud clatter and the two were quickly becoming drenched in the downpour. Kanji pulled away as sudden as he had kissed Souji, his face red with embarrassment and his heart pounding in his chest. "Sorry," he muttered, turning his eyes away. "I don't know what made me do that."
"Its okay, Kanji-kun," Souji stammered. He swallowed hard, hoping to ease the butterflies in his stomach. "I kinda-"
"Kanji, is that you?" The door to the textile shop slid open and Kanji's mother appeared in the doorway. She looked at Kanji and then at Souji, a soft smile crossing her aged face. "I thought I heard voices! My, you're both soaking wet. Why don't you and your friend come inside to dry off, Kanji."
"Ma," Kanji growled, "senpai has to get home."
Mrs. Tatsumi's eyes sparkled slightly, "He'll have caught a cold by the time he made it back home." She took Souji's hand and smiled, leading the boy into the textile shop as Kanji cursed beneath his breath. "Why don't you call home and tell them where you are. I can get you something warm to drink while you wait for your clothes to dry. Kanji, dear, can you see if we have any clean towels lying around?"
Kanji pushed past the two and disappeared, cursing loudly as he stomped through the house. "You don't have to do this," Souji smiled. "I can get home pretty quick and I don't think Kanji really likes the idea of me staying here."
"Oh, he's taken a shine to you," Mrs. Tatsumi said with a chuckle. Souji could feel his cheeks grow warm as a deep blush crossed his face. "Its always 'Senpai this' or 'Senpai that.' Kanji doesn't have many friends and I'm thinking he really enjoys your company." She led Souji deeper into the shop continuing to talk about Kanji's past and the issues he seemed to have lately. "Why don't you give your family a call. I'll get you something warm to drink and see if Kanji has found a towel for you."
Souji fumbled with his cellphone, muttering to himself as he tried to find a dry spot on his clothes to wipe away the water. Surprisingly Doujima answered the house phone and after a sort conversation told him to make it home as soon as he could; the streets weren't that safe
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