MHA rain Denki

as you lean against the frame of your sunroof, watching the dull, grey clouds cry with rain, the silence almost deafening, the only real noises being the cars on roads. As you stare out at the clouds, something, or someone, catches your eye. A certain, familiar, blonde with a black streak in his hair, lightning bolt shaped, clambers onto your rooftop. Once he manages to get to you, crouching down to see your face although his damp, wet hair was in his own, he smiled, half sly half silly Heya! I waaaaas on patrol buuuuut.... he shoots a grin at you I thought this would be better