public indecency | open
If Haruka had noticed the commotion around him he showed no sign of it; he certainly hadn’t caught on to the fact that he was the center of it, with no Makoto around to stop him and his focus on the sea waiting for him. His intent focus did little for his case, however, public unrest growing despite him remaining blissfully unaware of what he was intentionally causing. Nothing came between Haruka and the water—
— Except, apparently, a girl he was assuming was roughly his own age. His hand paused at his pants, eyes flitting upwards as his focus went from the intent to remove them to the young woman telling him to stop with a vague look of confusion. Why?
"…But I want to swim."
That was normal, wasn’t it? It wasn’t as if he were the only person ever to swim; in fact, he could see others doing so even from here. Unfortunately he was also still missing the entire point of the confrontation, unaware of the misconception taking place here, and seeing no reason to fully stop his pants soon joined the heap of clothing on the ground around him.
Fortunately, Haruka was always prepared to encounter any body of water, swimsuit kept under his clothing in the event that he should come across any opportunities to swim such as this; and of course it’s there now, on account of the fact that he’s not really a terrifying streaker, though he could certainly be labeled odd in other ways regardless.
His attention returned to the poor girl he had met, still confused as to why exactly he had been stopped in his rush to begin with.
"You’re not supposed to swim in clothing."
"... Sw..im..?"
The girl ceased her incessant fretting, tilting her head slightly in confusion. True, there could be some seen far off swimming at the beach, but.. this person was stripping not at the beach, but at the dock. Maybe he was just confused? Though it didn't seem this was a diving dock, wouldn't it make more sense to head to the beach for such activities? Either way, even if his intentions were not to freak out parents of young children and everybody else, it was exactly what it did.
...Not that Mikan cared much for that, and she would just love to nod her head and be on her way, she was at the center of attention now along with him, and she could feel the crowd's gaze seeping into her back. If she ran now, would she be regarded laughed at? Weren't they depending on her to make him understand now? Her mind flooded with scenarios, so much so, that her eyes could've been spinning around in their sockets right then and there -- of course they didn't, though.
A quiet, muffled scream followed by her own hands swiftly raising to cover her eyes ensued as the other removed his pants, expecting the worst as the crowd gasped as well. ...Which begged the question; why didn't they just leave? Anyway, the girl peeked through the gaps between her fingers and realized-- oh, he was wearing swim shorts underneath. It made things a little less awkward, but..
"Um.. um.. um...!!"
At a loss for words, Mikan could only stumble over herself as she tried to say something, though nothing came to mind. Nothing --
"C-could I swim.. with you.. ah..!?"
-- well, until she ended up blurting out a few words that she didn't actually mean to say. Too late to take it back now, though even she couldn't believe it -- maybe even a little hopeful that her ears were deceiving her.
... Not that she even knew how to swim!













