#freestyleharu

[peachy-kisumi]

The Rendezvous [Haru/Kisumi]

Unsaved Number [4:43pm]: Haru!! It’s Kisumi!! Shigino Kisumi ✨💖

Unsaved Number [4:50pm]: I got your phone number from Makoto, I hope you don’t mind that I did! 💫

Unsaved Number [4:57pm]: There’s a karaoke bar in town, just four blocks from Hidaka! The boys and me are gonna check it out and I want you to come! 😉

Unsaved Number [5:08pm]: Let me know, Haru! 🥰

Kisumi Shigino finally put his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. It was just like Haru not to answer his texts- he hardly acknowledged him in person. That didn’t deter Kisumi; he liked what he saw in Haru, in more ways than one. His nonchalant exterior wasn’t enough to hide his passion, at least not from Kisumi. Not to mention that Haru was gorgeous, and Kisumi wasn’t the type to pass on someone of his caliber.

Besides, Haru was just playing hard to get. That was why Kisumi was so diligent in trying to get his attention. He knew that he could charm the socks off of Haru, whether Haru was aware of that or not. It was just a matter of time, and he’d have Haruka Nanase wrapped around his finger. Now, all he had to do was get some alone time with Haru to work his magic.

@freestyleharu

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@freestyleharu ♥︎’d for a royalty starter!

         All of his life’s work so far, all of his training, had been for this exact moment.

         Makoto was officially being assigned to be the prince’s personal knight and bodyguard. 

         Ever since he was young, his destiny had been decided for him. The brunet came from a long lineage of knights, after all, some of whom even served directly for the royals of the kingdom throughout the ages. As a matter of fact, his own father had been the personal knight for the current king. So it was only natural that Makoto, being the oldest son and heir, would follow in his father’s footsteps.

         Not like he minded, however. If anything, he was practically born to become a knight. He was kind-hearted and noble, honorable and ready to defend those dear to him to the death. It was no surprise, then, that he had passed his years of training with flying colors and become one of the top knights in the kingdom -- earning the position as the future king’s protector, just as his father had been for the current king.

         The prince.

         Makoto had only met him once when they were both quite young, and purely by accident. It had been during a short visit to the castle with his father, upon which he had gotten distracted and subsequently lost within the giant domain. Scared and alone, the small brunet was near tears as he walked into one of the many gardens when he suddenly realized he wasn’t alone amid the flower bushes. He had disturbed the young prince, beautiful and serene, and before he knew it he was being guided hand-in-hand by the other back to his worried father’s side. 

         It was a memory that never faded from his mind. The prince had been so brave and kind in his eyes -- from that point on, Makoto swore he would do anything to protect the future king.

         And now, as he stood before the prince in the throne room, both grown up and looking completely different than when they first met all those years ago, Makoto wondered if he was even remembered.

“... It’s an honor to be in your service, your highness.”          the knight finally spoke, quickly dropping down into a kneel and bowing his head. “I vow to serve you loyally with my life.” 

[stylesofh2o-a]

@freestyleharu

   “Is all of that really necessary?” Kisumi asks, shouldering off his hoodie to toss on top of his bag. Hands go to adjust the waistband of his swim trunks. He’s sheepish, it’s showing. Eyes dart to the pool and then back to Haru, who’s got an impressive array of floatation devices in front of him. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “Like really! I know how to float just fine, isn’t that enough? The pool can’t be that bad,” his gaze shifts again.     The silence speaks louder than words, but Kisumi opts for the paddleboard. It’s small compared to his frame. He’s seen his little brother use one of these quite frequently to work on his kicks and stamina.     “Besides, I’m not trying to become a professional or anything, I just... y’know,” his voice falls short, smile softening as he fidgets with the board. He pads over towards the end of the pool and sits at the edge. “I just wanna make him proud of me too,” which is crazy for him to say as his brother idolizes him. But just as his friends always say to each other -- he wants to be able to swim with his little brother too. 

[swimmingforthegold]

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♒      —  “Wow, ok, you know what, screw you guys.”

[despacitotm-a]

@freestyleharu : Kiss 15 (Rin) 15: Reunited Kiss

Normally, Rin doesn’t like airport send offs and welcome backs. He’d be an embarrassing mess in public, crying and sniffling while insisting that he’s doing neither, but today, today he was eager to be greeted at the airport, since Haruka insisted that he does. It’s Golden Week for him, and he had a whole week to vacation, while Rin’s school was on their own sort of break, and Mikhail is putting him on a light taper, ready to buckle down and get him ready for more time trials when the week is over.

But that’s a whole week away.

Right now, Rin had just passed through customs, and the baggage claim line, red eyes eagerly looking for those sea blue eyes--

‘Rin!’

His head instantly turns tot he sound of his boyfriend’s voice, staring off with a light jog, then breaking into a light sprint, tossing his bag aside and knocking them both over when his body collides with the other. It’s all a cover though, as soon and they fell, Haru’s head cradled by Rin’s hands, soon to have a heavy stinging pain that can be ignored for now, Rin kisses him with all the pent up feelings he’d stored since the day he left Japan.

Rin sits up, breathless, red faced, and maybe with one or two tears running down his face but he doesn’t care right now. He laughs softly.

“I’m home, Haru.”

[jikyuuryoku]

freestyleharu

Cuddle (And maybe **** ;D)

Slotted between Haruka’s legs sat on the couch together seemed to be their MO recently. Some paying attention to the movie, some kissing, mostly drifting and aimless thoughts while peacefully coexisting.

Ah, I feel warm... On my thigh. Cozy...

Wait, my thigh...? Oh.

...

That’s not my hand.

... Wait. That’s not my hand!! “Haru--?”

[backstrokes]

freestyleharu replied to your post: Makoto is into just edgy types “…Ah.”

edgy?

“I think it means like someone who tries hard to be cool or who’s really dark.” Bit like Rin or Sousuke then.

[whalesharx]

@freestyleharu continued from x !!

Sousuke was pleased that the weather had been so cooperative that day. There was finally a break in the heat wave that had been absolutely terrorizing the area, and he wanted to enjoy the outdoors. When Haru suggested that they take a trip to the amusement park, he was both thrilled and surprised.

So pleased was he with the breeze that passed through his hair, Sousuke took an extra long time to meander into the park. He looked up to a nearly cloudless blue sky, smiled at the children running past him, and eventually realized that he lost track of where he was oriented. He never was great with directions. He spun around a few times, and at last, he saw Haru making his way toward him.

Haru looked tense, but Sousuke figured that he must look nervous, too. After all, it’s not like he and Haru were the best of friends. Still, something about the way Haru couldn’t quite meet his gaze made his heart flutter.

❝ Hey. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, ❞ he tried with a smile.