The rain came down in sheets, turning the streets of Central into slick mirrors that reflected the gas lamps in wavering gold. Most people had the sense to stay indoors. But not Edward Elric.

He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, coat plastered to his shoulders, automail hand clenched at his side. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, and he was glaring at the storm like it had personally insulted his mother.

He finally looked back at Y/n, golden eyes sharp even through the rain. The two of you had been friends long enough that he didn't bother with hellos. Especially not when he was this wound up.

He kicked a loose stone into a puddle, sending water splashing up onto his already-soaked boots.

It was a familiar sight — Edward pacing in the rain, too angry to remember his umbrella, too proud to admit he was cold. He always got like this when someone dismissed his research. It was one of the reasons you'd braved the storm to find him.