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dolphinbait:

Haru was just as surprised in himself for managing to pull something so simple as a kiss off. Though, it did seem to come off pretty rough considering his lips somewhat stung from the sheer force and surprise of it all. The raven wasn’t one to take risks, but the act just seemed so right and well deserved. But Rin didn’t seem like he initially enjoyed himself, seeing the reaction of a blush and sudden irritation. Capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth, Haruka was lost on words. Should he apologize? No, why should he for showing affection towards a long time friend? He had to admit though, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Rin looking all flustered and confused. Sure, he would gladly take the blame for anything Rin was willing to throw in his general direction; but he had no regrets about the kiss. Why should he regret something that almost seemed like it was just meant to happen? At the command to turn his attention away from the red head, Haru couldn’t help but continue to stare - simply because of how precious and humorous Rin looked at this very moment.

“I just thought you’d enjoy it..that’s all.” Haru wasn’t a dominant person, but someone had to take the initiative, so why not him? Besides, Rin was too shy for his own good to attempt anything of the sorts.

“Wh --- Really?” He can’t help but question Haru, eyebrows raising as his expression shifts, lips upturned in a small, skeptical frown. His cheeks still feel like they’ve been set on fire, though, and his face scrunches slightly in thought, a small hum leaving him as he watches the other carefully with a somewhat intense gaze. He just doesn’t get the raven, no matter how long they’ve known each other for; no matter how hard Rin tries, but then ... He thinks he gets an oddly pleased vibe coming from the other male, and his heart skips a small beat ( which he would never, ever admit, even if he’s dying --- a joke, because he’d admit it then, probably ) that thrums throughout his veins, a trailblazing fire spreading wide within him relentlessly.

He doesn’t give any sort of affirmation to whether he had enjoyed it or not, though he also does not give any negative response. Rin is kind of at a deadlock, really, he feels like he’s at a loss --- He knows he feels embarrassment, and he’s kind of flustered, and surprised, but there’s also a kind of fluttering his heart picks up on, that he hopes does not become a habit. Still, this is a new side of Haru that he’s seeing, and a new side of himself that he’s discovering. “Did you,” he begins, before clearing his throat and averting his gaze, blush darkening on his cheeks. “Did you enjoy it? He murmurs quietly.

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tachibanaa-makoto

Rin had left him— left them— before. His dreams lead him to Australia, and against all odds he returned to them, to Iwatobi. But now it was Makoto’s turn to chase his dreams, to leave. It felt like Rin had only just came back into his life, and now he had to leave that behind. It felt like a punch to the stomach every time he thought about the ever-approaching date of his departure for Tokyo— now mere days away— and about the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see his friends— wouldn’t be able to see Rin— whenever he wanted. His body ached at the thought of leaving Rin behind, he knew that attending university was for the best, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t wishing with all of his heart that he could bring his life— his love— with him.

“If I don’t kiss you, then will I be able to stay here longer?”

“Makoto ...” His eyes shine with a kind of defeat, plain and simple as he allows his gaze to drop, because he is unable to look the other eye-to-eye right now, and he cannot bear to see the emotions present in forestry hues. His chest aches, the sort where each breath is only just barely caught and inhaled, the sort where words escape him despite his rapidly spinning mind; it only worsens when he hears Makoto’s words, when he registers the silly reasoning entering his ears.

But, Rin decides, it is okay to lie for now. Sometimes it’s just necessary, and he has never been more glad for his lying capabilities. “Yeah,” he whispers, and his lips don’t feel like his when he smiles, strained and pulled taut, as Rin ignores the stinging beginning in his eyes, pushes away all the thoughts and longing and wants, even if it means lying to himself, too. “Take your time. We have all of that in the world.”

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shizukana-shachi

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

It seemed as though those were the only words he knew now, because he clearly couldn’t think of anything else. It had been impulsive, really– and that wasn’t like him. He was predictable, usually. And he was always considerate of the feelings of others, so of course he wouldn’t do something that would make someone else uncomfortable. And yet–

And it wasn’t just a normal kiss, either. No, how could it? It was as though all of the pent-up emotions, all the days and months and– frankly– years of holding back had resurfaced in that one single moment. He tried to think of the moment that changed his otherwise calm and practical demeanor, but he couldn’t think of anything. He didn’t know why he did it, and at this time. All he knew was that he felt a sense of pressure– like if he didn’t do something, he would break.

If he didn’t kiss Rin at that moment, he would explode.

“I–I’m sorry–!” He finally stammered the words out, flustering a bit as he tried to smooth out the redhead’s shirt, which probably made things more awkward. He could feel his ears growing hot from the sudden realization of what he did.

“No–! Teeth is fine–” he stammered out, before awkwardly (but gently) patting his shoulders.Was it a bad sign if Rin was still hiding his face with his hands.

“Uh– good work, at the meet–!” Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now.

“Makoto, what, I don’t ---” Understand, he had been planning to finish, but the words escape his lips and only force themselves back down his throat as his brows furrow confusedly, eyes filled to the brim with questions and the mild embarrassment he still feels. Even if his hands now lay limply by his sides, instead of flattening his face in with how hard he had been pressing just now, his heart still continues to run marathons, still continues to jump quickly like a sped up version of someone skipping rope. And Makoto’s apology doesn’t help anything, really, doesn’t help Rin understand more, only triggers more question marks that need to be answered, only brings up sudden doubts --- What does an apology mean? When someone apologises, it usually means that person is sorry for doing something that may have been wrong, that they regret, that they think is inappropriate, and Rin knows, knows Makoto like the back of his hand, now, after being childhood friends and all, knows that Makoto would never mean it like what he’s thinking; like there’s regret, but he cannot prevent those thoughts, and it’s not like he’s Haru, who has some weird telepathy connection going on with the other, Rin’s not like that, he ---

His next breath comes sharp, startled upon feeling the sudden contact on his shoulders, eyes growing wide as his lips stay parted --- the brushing of hands over his shirt just seconds before, too, makes his heart skip a beat, which is definitely weird, but the next words Makoto says are a heart stopper, leaving Rin gaping like a fish out of water, confused and just very much done.

“The --- The meet? Well, yeah, good work too ... I ---” He cannot even bear to finish, as he blinks hard, brows pressing together in his frustration. Are they just not gonna talk about it? He’s beyond embarrassed and maybe Makoto is too ... The flush on his cheeks only colours deeper as he tries for a smile, awkward and small but still genuine. “You’re doing really well, Makoto.”

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swimmermakoto

Makoto’s eyes went downcast as he frowned. He clenched his fists tightly and tried to keep himself composed. “What… w-why?” He didn’t dare look up at Rin.

“... Why are you looking down?” His voice tinkles an ice cold, hands clenching into fists. But he had said he isn’t angry, so his next exhale comes heavy, tinged with lingering disappointment that parts the anger away, as he gazes at Makoto with a defeated expression in his eyes. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me.”

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(Your) Guardian Angel ; {{ closed with fidusorca }}

Rin cannot believe this ... Cannot fucking believe this. He feels dizzy on his feet and his life is spinning around him in flashes of the past; all his hard work, all his sweat and tears, his traveling to Australia twice in his too young life just for better access to training for the olympics, him being unbearably mean to everyone when he had closed off inside. All for one moment --- all for his dream, that carries the weight of his father’s dream as well. All for nothing.

He’s practiced and practiced and practiced some more, cut down his time by minutes and seconds each time he slices through the water. Has hit countless walls but he had never even thought to stop. Fingers clench into fists and nails dig deep crescents into his palms; his breathing starts going uneven as he lowers his head, bangs shielding his eyes that shine with disappointment, anger, regret. His heart threatens to burst out of his chest, and Rin almost wishes there was a way to let it --- throat closing up tightly, he can only let out a soft, strangled noise, frustration bubbling up within that suffocates him and makes his breaths come in short, sharp inhales and exhales. He’s losing control so quick and fast, mind going in all directions as he lets his legs take him wherever they want to take him, surroundings blurring into one colourful mess that Rin cannot even begin to appreciate.

Everything feels too heavy ... His head is beginning to pound the more he runs, and he can only hear why why why why bouncing off of every wall, and where did I go wrong ringing in his ears --- is he not good enough? Is he just really not good enough, that even after training for so damn long, and waiting patiently for years upon years, he still isn’t chosen to represent their country for the olympics? Despite having trained in Australia? Despite being this close to feeling like he actually belongs in the water, like he could fuse and become one with his strokes?

He feels like he’s drowning, and he is breaking down into pieces with each step he takes. A little bit of him disintegrating with every heartbeat that he feels thrum in his veins, with every inhale that he is forced to take. It is unfair. ( Or is it ---? Or is he just a blind boy with an unattainable dream? )

Rin doesn’t even notice when loud, desperate sounding horns start to bleed into his hearing, and the loud, frantic yelling that begin to infuse with the static bleeping in his ears. All he knows is that he suddenly sees a warm, white light that is heading for him, and Rin closes his eyes tightly, one more exhale leaving his lips before he holds his breath, letting the radiant beam come toward him, like a beacon of hope, and just ---

--- take him.

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orcx-nus

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              “E-Eh?!”

  He’s shocked, to say the least; completely stunned.

  To think he had been struggling to convey his similar feelings to the red-head, stressing himself out while attempting to figure out the best way to deliver such thoughts, while the shark himself simply conveyed his own with such ease.

              “Wait, t-that’s not fair! I wanted to ask you first!” he whined, despite his face currently being flushed from pure glee.

“Too bad, Makoto,” he shoots back easily, lips spreading into a joyful grin as his cheeks flush with quiet happiness. To be honest, it had taken everything out of Rin to pop the question. Much encouragement from friends and family alike, as well as a million internal pep-talks. He had never really doubted Makoto would say no --- But there’s always the incessant drumming of his heart like a gong when he thinks about it; thinks about waking up by Makoto’s side everyday, legs tangled, and not minding the morning breath when they kiss quietly in the mornings, or at dawn where there exist nothing but the soft hooting of the night owls and the flapping of wings coming from birds bidding goodnight, allowing Rin to pretend for a few hours that they’re the only ones in the world, unperturbed in the safety bubble of their home.

--- Their home. The thought is going to kill him if he doesn’t stop thinking about it. “So ... Is that a yes?”

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makoto-uni

“Rin, I… It’s been years… I barely know who you are any more.” Makoto hated to admit it, but Rin was very different to the kid he’d known. But now he was home, Makoto was desperate to have his friend back. He took a breath, and held his hand out to Rin. “But… okay.”

« makoto-uni » “I won’t let you down, Makoto.” He knows this is a chance he cannot take for granted --- If he messes up again, he messes up for life. But his gaze falls to the outstretched hand, and Rin is filled with overwhelming determination, hesitating for only a second before he reaches out, letting their fingers collide clumsily before he clutches onto the other’s hand. “I know I’ve changed,” he murmurs, tone now lowering into something softer, “but I’ve never ... stopped caring.”