Storms (Makishima YuusukeXReaderXToudou Jinpachi)It's moments like these that you wish that you hadn't agreed to come on this trip with the cyclists. Another loud boom echoes through the small room that you're in alone, and you let out a gasp and press your hands to your ears harder, squeezing your eyes shut and biting on your lower lip. Of course your music device would died. Of course you'd forget to grab its charger. Of course it'd start to storm heavily. Of course you'd be alone.More Like This
You curl your body up under the covers of the futon and shiver. The rain pelts on the walls and yet another flash of lightning lights the room. You let out a sharp whimper and you feel tears pick at the corner of your eyes. 'Why did I agree to this?'
A few days ago, your friends, Onoda and Makishima, told you that their cycling club, along with a small group from Hakone Gakuen, would be going on a week trip to practice together. Altogether there'd be fourteen students- six from Hakone, eight from Sohoku. They wanted you to come with, and