[Yuu sprints, in some feeble and likely contradictory attempt in getting out of the rain. His heavy footsteps kicking up the rain water from the puddles, some getting up higher than his boots to splash at his jeans. He's not particularly looking ahead beyond ensuring he doesn't come off said bridge or anything, which is how he ends up almost barreling into Mika, tripping and nudging at the other's shoulder.
He tries to straighten, to regain his balance and glances to the other to apologize when the words die at his lips as he blinks at the familiar face. Or. Familiar enough, even if it had been years since he actually properly saw the other in person. His lips start to move but the words die, instead replaced with a name.]
Mika....?
[This was America, where there were a lot more fair-haired people around. But at the same time, he'd recognize that particular mop of hair and those eyes anywhere. Even if he hadn't seen Mika in person in years.]
Pesgare
He tries to straighten, to regain his balance and glances to the other to apologize when the words die at his lips as he blinks at the familiar face. Or. Familiar enough, even if it had been years since he actually properly saw the other in person. His lips start to move but the words die, instead replaced with a name.]
Mika....?
[This was America, where there were a lot more fair-haired people around. But at the same time, he'd recognize that particular mop of hair and those eyes anywhere. Even if he hadn't seen Mika in person in years.]