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“Rain Like This”

Niragi x F!reader

Genre: fluff💆🏼‍♀️🩷

Niragi and his girlfriend enjoying a quiet, rainy day together. A rare glimpse at the side of him nobody else sees.

The rain started sometime in the early morning, tapping softly against the windows of their tiny apartment like a gentle knock. It wasn’t the violent kind that rattled the gutters or flooded the streets. This rain was the lazy, lingering kind, the kind that asked you to slow down, pull the blankets tighter, and breathe a little softer.

Niragi had woken first, not to an alarm, but to the rhythmic hush of water against glass and the warm pressure of her body tucked beside him.

She was sprawled across his chest like a content cat, face half-hidden in the crook of his neck, her hair a warm mess of sunshine that contrasted so dramatically with the gray outside. It should have annoyed him, the weight, the clinginess, the complete vulnerability of it all.

But instead, Niragi found himself frozen in a moment he didn’t want to end.

His hand, rough with old calluses, moved slowly across her bare shoulder. He traced lazy shapes on her skin, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as she stirred.

“Mmm… you’re awake?” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Who cares,” he replied, voice quieter than anyone but her ever got to hear. “It’s raining.”

She hummed, nuzzling closer. “I like the rain.”

“I know.”

He didn’t say it, but he liked it too, when it meant this. When the world outside was soaked and gray, but in here it was just her and him and the quiet comfort of not needing to be anything else.

Eventually they got out of bed, only because she insisted on making tea and because she’d threatened to poke him until he gave in. Niragi rolled his eyes but followed, hoodie thrown over his head and socks sliding on the wooden floors as he trailed her to the tiny kitchen.

They ended up on the couch with mismatched mugs in hand, a blanket thrown over their legs, and an old movie playing in the background, one she liked and he pretended to hate, even though he always watched when she wasn’t looking.

At some point, she leaned into him again, head resting on his shoulder. Her fingers absently played with the string of his hoodie, her body warm and soft against his.

“You’re being quiet today,” she said after a while.

“I like the quiet.”

“But you’re usually a menace when you’re bored.”

Niragi snorted. “Maybe I’m not bored.”

She looked up at him, surprised by the honesty in his voice.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

His eyes didn’t move from the window, but his hand found hers under the blanket.

“Yeah,” he said, giving it a small squeeze. “When it’s like this… I feel like I can breathe.”

She didn’t say anything to that, she didn’t have to. She just leaned up and kissed his cheek, resting her forehead there for a second longer than usual.

No one else got to see this version of him, the one who wasn’t sharp edges and raised voices, but soft silences and secret warmth.

No one else got the sleepy smiles, or the thumb tracing circles on her hand, or the way he melted just a little when she looked at him like he was something more than a weapon with legs.

But she did.

And on a rainy day like this, when the world was still and soft, he let her see all of him.