AS THE WOMAN BID FAREWELL to her boss, Goya, watching her drive away in her silver Lexus, she began heading to the train station. She was forced to stay extra late to fix a filing error that was the fault of her fellow coworker, but the blame fell on her. She wanted to get to the condo before it started to rain, noticing the dark grey clouds sprinkle small drops of cold water on the ground. Approaching the gate, she dug in her bag looking for her wallet to get her train card. A quiet gasp left her throat as her wallet was completely missing, she opened her bag wider hoping it would magically reappear.

She moved to the side thinking back to where she last placed it, and she silently cursed to herself upon realizing she forgot it in her work desk. And it was not like she could buy another card, take the bus, or even a taxi-her loose change was in her wallet. She exited the train station running to the nearest bus stop taking shelter, though it was not doing her any favors. The rain still attacked her legs soaking the bottom of her trench coat.

The girl thought of calling up her roommate to pick her up, but she was still ashamed from the whole gay assumption situation. But she at least wanted to try, so she pulled out her phone dialing his number as it started to ring. She almost started to cry seeing how her day seemed to only get worse and worse, but she held it in knowing it would not help.

Meanwhile, Sakusa was hanging out with his team at Bokuto's house having a few beers. They were all scattered around his man cave talking amongst each other, and the curly-haired male stood up making his way to the bathroom. He left his phone on the table as their manager saw the screen light up beginning to vibrate.

"Sakusa-kun, someone's calling you."
"Take a message."

Momo grabbed his phone seeing the woman's first name, and it sounded oddly familiar to her-then it clicked in her brain. She was the girl that came to the gym asking for Sakusa, and they went out to lunch together.

"Hello?"
"Kiyoomi?"

The manager felt a tinge of jealousy-who was this girl and why is she allowed to use his given name? "No. This is Momo, his manager," she said with an irritated tone.

"Oh, um, is Kiyoomi there? May I talk to him?"
"He's busy right now, but I can take a message."

The pitter-patter of raindrops coming from her end was heard for a few seconds, then she spoke. "Um, can you just tell him to call me back as soon as possible? Thanks," she asked nicely.

"Alright, bye," Momo said, quickly hanging up as she saw her crush coming back.

"Who was it?"
"Wrong number."

The silver-haired female smiled whilst the wing spiker softly hummed stuffing his phone in his pocket before sitting down. The wet girl grasped onto her phone waiting for Sakusa to hopefully call her back, but he never did. She did not know anyone else in the city, and telling her boss to come back to the office just for her wallet-it was bad enough she got in trouble. Waiting out the rain was one option, but who knew when it might stop seeing as it was only getting stronger.

The woman closed her eyes forcing a smile as she wanted to give up, to just give up this whole fucked up day. Why bother at this point? She heavily sighed stepping out from the bus stop as she took her sweet time walking home in the harsh weather.

Once she finally got to the building, a trail of water drops followed her to the front door. As she was about to get her key, she remembered she forgot it in her room. "Of course," she quietly laughed, of course it would only get worse.

She leaned back against the door sliding herself down putting her bag beside her, then brought her knees to her chest. She buried her face in her hands knowing she could not hold it in anymore, and quiet sobs escaped her mouth as hot tears streamed out her eyes. At the moment, zero fucks were given how the air conditioned hallway froze her ass off as well as the cold-tiled floor making the hair on her arms stand.

Roughly half an hour later, the ravenette parked his car in the garage, then rode the elevator to his floor. As he turned right walking down the hall, he instantly saw the female sitting in front of the door. He paused for a second before going forward, slowing his steps once he noticed a small pool of water beneath her. The girl heard a shoe squeak, so she whipped her head up to see Sakusa standing a few feet away from her.

She quickly wiped her tear-stained cheeks, but it did not hide the fact that she had been crying. The male's features softened at her red eyes, tears still at the brim. "Why are you wet?" he asked, pretending she was not just crying.

"It's raining."
"I know, but you're literally soaking wet."

She stayed quiet as he stated the obvious, then he cleared his throat. "Um, why're you out here?"

"I forgot my key in my room," she replied. He was not good at comforting others, so he was unsure what to say or do. But regardless, he stuck his arm out to her offering a hand. She gladly accepted feeling his warmth all while he felt just how ice-cold her hand was. He unlocked the door letting her inside first, she removed her heavy coat staying on the mat seeing that water was still dripping from her.

"Where's your towel?"
"Behind my door."

Sakusa placed his gym bag near the couch before going to her room, he grabbed her fluffy towel handing it to her. He subtly watched her, and he saw how sad her eyes were—the shimmer in them was gone, unlike how they were usually lit up whenever he saw her. She thanked him, then trudged to her room with her scuffed-up heels in her hand.

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After a long shower in steaming hot water, she changed into shorts and a thick fleece hoodie. A pleasant smell invaded her nostrils, so she walked out towards the kitchen. She saw Sakusa splitting a pot of ramen into two bowls, and he looked at her.

"Pick a bowl."

She quietly sat down accepting his offer as she thanked him while he sat on the other end. He caught a glimpse of her immediately slurping down the noodles, and she would usually wait until he started to eat first—it was one of the small things he noticed about her which he found cute. And so, he knew something was definitely wrong, then he made the bold move of asking.

"Um, why were you crying?" he asked while playing with his noodles. The girl gave a quick glance before looking at the small bits of vegetables floating around in her soup. She honestly did not mind sharing her problems with him, it would be nice having someone to talk to.

"Was having a bad day."
"Care to elaborate?"

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned forward placing her elbows on the counter. "Oh, you know-getting blamed for something that wasn't even my fault. Forgetting my wallet in my desk, so taking the train or bus wasn't an option. What else? Oh, completely getting soaked from head to toe on the lovely walk home. And of course, forgetting my key in my room," she deadpanned not caring anymore, all she wanted was for this wretched day to be over.

"Wait. Are you saying you walked from Tokyo Law all the way here in the rain?" he asked. Without sparing him a glance, she slowly nodded-was it not obvious? He felt horrible, imagining her trying her best to quickly make it to his place. But then he wondered.

"Why didn't you call me?"
"I did? Momo said she'd tell you to call me back."

He was confused, Momo did not mention anything about her calling except for a wrong number. He took out his phone checking his call log, and he saw her name as his most recent. He knew all too well of his manager's little crush on him, but he did not like to mix business with pleasure-plus, he found her personality a tad annoying. Then he figured she did it on purpose, so he would not tend to his roommate.

"I'm sorry, she didn't tell me you called. I would've called you back if I knew," he said feeling bad.

"Oh, thanks. But why wouldn't she let you know? Are you two dating?" she asked as a joke.

"Gross, no. And she probably didn't tell me 'cause she sort of likes me, so maybe she was jealous," he replied as she softly hummed.

"But I really am sorry about her."
"It's fine. I didn't want to be a bother to you anyway."

"I want you to bother me," he said, then realized, "A-At least if it's for something like this. Don't be scared to ask me."

"Okay," she smiled, then finished eating her ramen. She went to the sink putting her bowl inside, and turned on the faucet.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry."
"But you made dinner, I really don't mind."

"No, it's fine-um," he cut himself off as he noticed fresh blisters on her ankles. "Were those from today?"

She turned with a curious face, then saw him staring at her feet. Quickly shutting off the tap, she walked behind the island counter attempting to hide it. "Oh, um—"

"Wait in the living room," he said standing up before going to his bedroom. She felt embarrassed, but listened making her way to the couch. She played with her fingers, and Sakusa came back sitting on the coffee table directly in front of her. He placed a small tube and two bandaids next to him, then he reached out his hand signaling her to lift her foot.

"I-I can do it."

He gazed into her eyes before gently taking her leg placing her foot between his thighs. He put a smidge of ointment on his finger rubbing it on her open wound causing her to slightly wince.

"Sorry."
"Shouldn't touching other people's feet bother you?"

As he put on a bandaid, he said, "Yes, but I have a foot fetish." Her eyes widened as he put her foot down reaching for her other one, and he saw the way she looked at him.

"Kidding."
"Oh."

The woman let out a relieved chuckle, then he smiled knowing that he made her laugh. He did the same with her other foot, then put the cap back on.

"Thank you, and you really didn't have to."
"You're welcome, and it's no big deal."

The pair both stood up going to their rooms, then he paused at the call of his name. He turned around waiting for her to continue as she sweetly smiled holding the doorknob. And his heart melted at the next words she said.

"And thank you for talking to me
about my day, I feel a lot better."

—not edited