your only one / private

[Luca]

There was a subtle look of amusement in his eyes as Junji tried to cover himself up. Luca had already seen all that he wanted, but he didn't say that aloud. Although he often spoke without thinking, a part of his brain wanted to keep from scaring his boy off. After all, his interest had been caught now by the rain drenched figure, and once that happened it was hard to shake him. He watched as the other boy pulled his jacket on, only really half aware of the cold that began to seep into the bare skin of his arms. Now that his jacket was gone he found himself pushing his hands into the shallow half-pockets of his shorts, half hoping that the fading burn marks on his skin wouldn't be noticed. Setting fires for fun was one thing, but getting away when they got out of hand was another thing entirely. Thankfully, he knew how to take care of himself well enough by now, so most of his scars wouldn't end up being permanent.

The only scars that seemed to linger were those that littered his back and that one on his cheek, eternal reminders of his messy childhood. He didn't like to think about them much; lingering on those memories brought on nightmares much like the ones Junji suffered when he tried to sleep. Luca's fingers brushed against the cool metal of a pocketknife he had forgotten that he was carrying, and the sudden chill managed to ground him before he stumbled into any particularly distressing scar-themed thoughts. He ran his fingers gently across it as he listened to the pretty stranger talk, unable to help the way his eyes fell on his lips as they moved. He almost zoned out, missing the words that left Junji's mouth until he laughed, bringing Luca back to reality. He let out a noncommittal hum of agreement as the unexpectedness of the storm was brought up, glancing out the window to watch the rain pounding outside. He had to hide the beginnings of a smile though, his immature mind amused by anything associated with the word pounding.

It was Junji glancing at him that brought his gaze back towards the boy, blue eyes meeting those across from them. It was pretty obvious that now was the time for him to explain what he was doing there. He decided to leave out the part about him running from a party, although he was aware of the smell of alcohol that clung to his shirt. "I was just passing by when the storm started, so I came in," he said simply, offering a bit of a half smile. "I'm super far from home so I was gonna wait it out instead of walking all that way in the rain." His friend was supposed to be his ride, but she was probably drunk and in bed with a stranger, leaving him in a laundromat with no money and a shitty pocketknife. Despite what he told Junji, he had no intention of walking home at all. If anything he'd just sleep in an alleyway with the rats and the murderers.

The sound of thunder split across the silence, and Luca found himself flinching before he could stop it. He had never dealt too well with loud noises, especially since loud noises had always meant danger when he was a child. His brows furrowed in a subtle frown, teeth coming down on his lower lip briefly while he waited for the spike of fear to disappear. Finally he sighed and pulled his left hand from his pocket, rubbing idly at his other arm to distract from the embarrassment that bloomed across his cheeks. "I'm guessing you live a lil' closer," He said, trying to move things along slightly. "What's your name? I'm Luca." Probably a little late for introductions, but better late than never.