The rain started just as the final bell rang.
Thunder rumbled low in the distance, and students poured out of classrooms, rushing to escape the sudden downpour. The halls buzzed with laughter and footsteps, umbrellas snapping open like startled birds. It was chaotic—loud and messy, like the weather had opened a portal to another world.
But somehow, in the middle of it all, Eliza and Lucifer ended up alone.
They had stayed back after class to finish a project, and by the time they stepped into the hallway, the school was nearly empty—just the sound of rain pounding against the windows and the occasional squeak of shoes on the linoleum floor.
"Great," Eliza muttered, peering out the front doors. "Of course it had to start pouring the second we finish."
Lucifer stood beside her, looking up at the sky before shifting his gaze to her with soft eyes. His hands were tucked into his pockets, but he was close—close enough that Eliza could feel the warmth of him, even without touching.
"No umbrella?" he asked.
She shot him a dry look. "Do I look like someone who plans ahead?"
He smiled slightly. "Fair."
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by another roll of thunder. The wind howled, and a chill slipped through the cracks of the door.
They didn't move.
The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable—not exactly. But it was thick. Charged. Like the air before a storm, full of static.
Lucifer shifted, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "We could wait it out."
Eliza nodded slowly. "Yeah. Not like I'm going anywhere in this."
They wandered to the nearest classroom—one with wide windows that looked out onto the schoolyard, now soaked in silver rain. The lights inside were dim, just the soft glow of the overhead fixtures humming gently above them. The room felt oddly peaceful, like they had stepped into a world made just for the two of them.
Eliza settled onto a desk near the window. Lucifer sat backward on the chair in front of her, arms resting across the back of it, watching her with that quiet intensity that always made her pulse trip over itself.
The rain tapped steadily against the glass.
"So," he said after a moment, "this is cozy."
Eliza gave a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, real romantic. Just missing the dramatic background music."
Lucifer raised a brow. "You want music?"
"I was joking—"
He pulled his phone out, scrolled a bit, then set it on the desk. A soft melody filled the room—something slow and acoustic. Not overly dramatic. Just enough to set the mood.
Eliza blinked. "You seriously had a rainy day playlist ready?"
He smirked. "Don't underestimate me."
She shook her head, amused—but her heart was racing a little now. Because this felt… intentional. It felt like something was happening.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, letting the music and the rain fill the space.
Then Lucifer spoke.
"Eliza."
She looked up. His voice was softer than usual—barely more than a whisper.
"Yeah?"
He didn't speak right away. His fingers drummed lightly on the back of the chair. "Did you think about… us?"
Her breath caught.
Us.
It wasn't a big word. Not really. But coming from him, right now, with the rain falling like a curtain around them—it felt massive.
Eliza cleared her throat, nervous. Her voice felt locked somewhere between her heart and her lips. She wasn't sure she could speak without it all spilling out too fast.
Lucifer looked down, then back at her. His gaze was steady. "But I did think," he said softly. "we know it's not just friendship anymore."
The words hit her like a jolt of electricity. Her heart stuttered.
He leaned forward slightly. "I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to lose you."
Eliza swallowed hard, the lump in her throat suddenly impossible to ignore. "You won't," she whispered. "I mean… you kind of already drove me crazy. Might as well commit now."
Lucifer chuckled under his breath, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little.
Then he stood.
Walked over to her.
He didn't say anything—just reached out slowly, like he was giving her time to stop him if she wanted to.
She didn't.
His hand brushed her cheek, fingertips light, almost hesitant.
"You're soaked," he murmured, noticing the wet strands of hair that had stuck to her face during their dash to the building.
"So are you," she whispered back.
His thumb skimmed over her skin. "You're beautiful like this."
Eliza felt like she forgot how to breathe.
Their eyes locked—and for a second, nothing else existed. Just the rain. The music. And the space between them, smaller now than it had ever been.
Then…
A loud crash of thunder made her jump, and she instinctively reached out—her fingers wrapping around his wrist.
Lucifer didn't pull away.
In fact, he stepped closer.
"Scared?" he asked, teasing gently.
"Shut up," she muttered, her cheeks warm.
He laughed, soft and fond. "You know," he said, his voice dropping lower, "we could stay here a while. Let the storm pass."
Eliza tilted her head. "You saying that because of the rain… or because you just don't want to leave?"
Lucifer's eyes darkened, his smile fading into something more serious.
"Both."
Her breath caught again.
He leaned in—close enough to feel each other's breath. Their foreheads touched lightly, the moment pulling tighter around them like gravity itself.
He murmured, "I'm not going to pretend anymore."
Eliza's fingers tightened on his wrist. She closed her eyes, the weight of the moment sinking in.
The tension that had simmered for days finally crackled between them like lightning.
She opened her eyes again—and there he was. Still close. Still waiting.
"Good," she said softly. "Because I don't want to pretend either."
And they stayed like that—pressed close, hands tangled, hearts pounding—while the rain fell outside like a promise waiting to be kept.
Lucifer lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against her temple. "So let's start a fresh journey together," he whispered. "No matter what happens, I'm not letting you go anymore."
Eliza's eyes fluttered shut. She took a deep breath, her voice barely a tremble. "Tell me I'm not dreaming."
Lucifer laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her.
"No, dummy," he murmured, pinching her nose gently. "You're not dreaming."
And for the first time in a long time, the storm didn't feel so heavy. Because right there, wrapped in his warmth and the soft rhythm of rain, everything felt like it was finally falling into place.
To be continued....
💬Author's Note:
AHHHHHH FINALLY!!
They finally talked about it. No more pretending. They're stepping into something real. Honestly, this moment has been building up for so long, and I wanted it to feel both tender and intense... Now, they're starting a whole new journey together—