電光石火の速さ。—

The name's Rin Matsuoka, second year student studying at Samezuka Academy. I'm not in it for the memories, I'm in it for the win. ✘ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. あなたはチャンスを立ってはいけない。 ❝ Ｉ'ｌｌ Ｓｈｏｗ Ｙｏｕ Ａ Ｓｉｇｈｔ Ｙｏｕ'ｖｅ Ｎｅｖｅｒ Ｓｅｅｎ. ❞ 「 Independent Free! RP Blog. 」

[thegweny]

i don’t even have to make things up. it’s just THERE.

[escarletes]

[schismaticshark]

. . . 

       "I'm not gay, guys. That ain't me."

[freedevotee]

….. Ellie Goulding?

[schismaticshark]

STFU.

[musicalblogging]

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Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding // I Need Your Love

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       Leaving had crossed Haru’s mind, of course. Though the two were not in such dire straights that he thought would have to. His guilt was like an anchor, holding him in place after it had had so many years to fester and eat away at his subconscious. A weight that he felt couldn’t be lifted until he solved their dilemma. The raven haired teen had barely rose from his crouch before weak fingers snatched his wrist with a new found urgency, causing his breath to catch in his throat as his feet shuffled to bring him closer to his rival. Lips parted in shock, optics having a hard time focusing upon Rin’s gaze and listening to his curt accusations at once. Walk out? When had he ever walked out on Rin? If memory served, he had always been the one who had tried to coax the other into staying. Rin had left for Australia, and he had walked away after their race all those years ago. Haru always had one foot planted, while Rin was a wandering soul. His words could never reach him as hard as he tried.

       ”…No. I’ve never walked out, Rin.” Anger bubbled in his chest, and surfaced when he yanked his wrist out of the other’s grasp. Thin brows furrowed in frustration, ‘Don’t make it sound like you haven’t,’ he thought. His gaze never faltered from Rin’s crimson optics, hand balling into a fist at his side. “..Annoying. I wasn’t going anywhere.”

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       Rin could feel the anger beginning to boil beneath Haru's flesh from where he stood in respect to the other. That sensation kindled Rin. Not only his satisfaction, but more so his ire. He had just barely given the other enough time to finish speaking before he grabbed his shirt and jolted the two of them a few steps backwards, slamming Haru into the deteriorating cement wall. Though the words clawed at his tongue hastily with wrathful vigor, he fell silent.

       His fingers chiseled deep into the fabric of Haru's collar. Rin's emotions were spewing in every which possible direction and he couldn't control it. Against his will, salty tears were beginning to form in the corners of his eyes, and that only made him angrier. His fists clenched tighter, shaking uneasily beneath the younger's chin. 'Don't cry. Don't fucking cry,' his mind howled in repetition, in attempt to block the rest of his thoughts out. But despite the constant background noise of his bickering thoughts-- he couldn't think. He couldn't do anything other than what he was about to. His lips plummeted onto Haru's without hindrance. He kissed him violently, careful to block any and all escape routes. Rin pressed his chest aggressively against Haru's, his hands snaking down to capture both of the raven-haired boy's fists at his side. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, and he didn't care. All he cared about was finding release, had it been in any shape or form.

       His mind now echoed the same idol thought.

              'Then where were you... when I needed you most?'

[freedevotee]

Do you even lift?

I do squats.

[schismaticshark]

Tch. I doubt that.

[schismaticshark]

ℳᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ¥ᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ.

-- ✘

      Months upon months Rin had spent sneering the idea of friendship, the long-lasting kind in particular. He just didn't see the big deal in it, and it wasn't long before he got bored of nearly everyone regardless.

      He didn't want his old life back. He didn't care.

      So... why was he feeling this way? Why was he so-- empty? So alone?

                              Haru...

[schismaticshark]

{ T H O U G H T S : }

Why does Haru always get the bitches? He doesn’t even have a tight ass…

[pottaishikun-blog]

Because he doesn’t cry like a little twat!

[schismaticshark]

Whut'ChuSay?

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{ T H O U G H T S : }

Why does Haru always get the bitches? He doesn't even have a tight ass...

[naughtysensei]

あず

[schismaticshark]

( ` ｓａｉｌ. )

       maybe i should cry for help        maybe i should ＫＩＬＬ myself         blame it on my / ADD / baby . . .    maybe im a different b r e e d     ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ im not listening;    so blame it on my [ ADD ] baby

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Why had he.. why had he said that? He had always been good at managing his emotions, keeping them concealed under lock and key. Never showing anything shy from shock unless around his closest of friends. Ah. He and Rin had once been close. That could have been why he had spilled something so meaningless.

"Haru…"

Today Haru had a hard time imagining the enthusiastic young boy he used to be chummy with, or at least he had had a difficult time up until he used that characteristic pitch. He almost sounded like his old self, almost. Those hollow eyes that held his would have be nearly impossible for anyone else to read.

“…..” He swallowed thickly, as he held his gaze for a mere second before he was no longer capable. Had Australia really been worth it if he had become this inhospitable? Sure, their conversations were mostly one sided as children, but at least he had still considered Rin a friend. Now.. now he didn’t know if they were anything more than rivals. Competitors that had had a past at one point or another, but neither of them wanted to divulge in it. He rose a finger to his nose a millisecond short, and a resounding sneeze echoed throughout the enclosed walls. Shit. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time. But at least Nagisa had been proven correct. Rin must have spoke about him earlier if it had brought on the sneeze. Though it wasn’t a comforting thought. He hesitated before he rose to his feet to take one last look in Rin’s direction. Haru could sit there and wrack his brain all he wanted for something else to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to antagonize Rin any further.

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       The unexpected sneeze of his rival echoed through the desolate walls of the abandoned indoor pool, causing Rin to bite down instantaneously on his tongue. If was a bad habit that seemed to present itself in times of stress, or whenever he was on edge. As that familiar, faint metallic taste engulfed the redhead's mouth, a menacing sneer gusted through his jagged teeth.

       However; the egotistical self-defense didn't seem to uphold when Haru failed to speak. Why couldn't he just take something other than the goddamn water seriously for once? Fiercely displeased, Rin's jaw clenched in apprehension as the other seemed to withdraw further and further into himself. Something about that sole glance beyond his direction struck a chord in Rin, that his desperate attempts to conceal previously had disguised. "Look at me, dammit," he hissed, grinding his incisors against each other. Jolting forward, he catches Haru's thin wrist in his trap of shaking, frugal fingers, to hastily pull Haru closer, redirecting his line of vision upon his own crimson optics. There were so many thoughts building up on the tip of his tongue, yet straining to force their way out as an uninvited cloud of dryness parches every inch of his throat. Instead, a curtain of deep magenta strands deluge, creating a viel of shadow over the teen's erratic eyes. "Or are you just going to walk out, like you always do?"

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{outofcharacter.} Working on replies tonight.

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✗        -- Rin hasn't tasted Mackerel since prior to moving to Australia. The smell alone is too much of a nostalgia trigger of unwelcome memories from his childhood, especially Haruka. Despite his cold, dignified presentation, and lasting contemptuous demeanor, leaving his friends behind had pained him. And the memories were simply too much of a burden to his safeguarded ego.

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"What the hell are you doing here, Haru?”

     There was the boy’s acquitted tone that sent a chill down his spine once it reached frozen ears. Haru himself would have reacted similarly, he deducted. Minus the unpleasant vocalization of his name. The rival shifted uncomfortably on his feet as a finger rubbed at his red nose. Perhaps it wasn’t his most intelligent decision of the evening to gallivant outside in the nippy weather with a head cold. But he couldn’t leave now that he had run into Rin, and with his recollection of the night five years ago a constant bother to his guilty conscious.

     ”I came to see the swim club before it’s completely torn down.” He had planned to lay his regrets to rest here, with the rubble. But he knew the older male didn’t want to hear his reflection, nor did Haru want to bring up something that was in the past.  It had hung heavy on his heart for years before he had forced himself to dismiss it, only to be be uprooted upon Rin’s return. He hesitated upon moving closer to the other, and instead crouched near the edge of the empty pool a few feet away from where Rin stood. Tension hung between the two so thickly it could be cut with a knife. He needed to say something, anything to break the silence. 

    “…I decided to quit competing the last time we swam here together.” His placid voice echoed off the walls of the room much louder than he had anticipated, as he had spoke in barely a whisper.  Hands placed on his knees, orbs followed tiny rodents as they scampered in the pool bed. This should be fine, he thought. Speaking to the ground rather than to Rin.  Makoto was the only one who knew his true reason for quitting. But he didn’t fully understand. Haru joined the swim club to do just that, swim. He didn’t have the competitive spark that Rin possessed. That was why his reaction of losing to Haru was so distressing to the male. Haru didn’t understand his need to win, he just wanted to race.

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        The memories of that day haunted Rin regularly. It wasn't necessarily the knowing that Haru had beaten him that drove him to his lowest, it was the idea, the sole fact that he had lost. It was the first time Rin had ever felt the weakness-- the shame of a  l o s e r. All he had strived to become had been crushed within a single lap. However he couldn't bring himself to resent Haru because of it. After all, the only person he really had to blame was himself. Yet... he couldn't find a way to face Haru again with a such a dismantled ego.

❝ I came to see the swim club before it’s completely torn down. ❞

        The redhead's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms within the depths of his pockets. Frankly, Rin hadn't been all too surprised upon his first encounter with his three childhood pals at the abandoned swim club a few weeks ago. He had supposed it was only a matter of time before he would have run into their old quartet-- however, encountering a single one of them at a time, nonetheless, Haru... Rin hadn't exactly expected.

        Rin's molars ground together behind a clenched jaw. "Guess it's for the best," he spat. It was quite a challenge to block out the flashbacks of his past tainted childhood from reliving in his mind. However, as long as he was able to do that, he wouldn't fall vulnerable. Rin exhaled a fierce breath through his nostrils as his eyes skimmed vacantly over the barren pool's floor as an unwelcome presence shifted beside him. But it wasn't until the silence was broken, did Rin's eyes catapult up to meet Haru's. 

  ❝ ... I decided to quit competing the last time we swam here together. ❞

         Like the shot of a bullet, everything he had been desperately sheltering from his mind came flooding back.

        A muffled, threatening growl escaped Rin's twitching mouth, his eyebrows creasing into a hard, unsteady line. He was silent for several seconds, but when he finally opened his mouth to speak, his tone projected as surprisingly calm and monotonous, the polar opposite image of his abysmal, darkened-- shaky eyes. 

        "Haru..."

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