#supermanaged

[swamfree]

@supermanaged​ sent: "Wait," Kou said, not even looking up from her clipboard as the swimmer walked by her. "Come here," She said grabbing his wrist for good measure. He could be so stubborn about these things. She rested a hand against his forehead and sighed. "I knew it," The look she gave him was more like a disappointed mother's than an underclassman referring to their elder. "Go back inside and change. Now,"

                                you shoot a forlorn gaze at the pool over your shoulder as you’re very rudely pulled aside.     you could hardly convince someone you aren’t pouting.     for once, you wish kou wasn’t as good a manager as she is.     notices too much.     more than your teammates, at least, because not even makoto’s said anything to you, & he walked to school with you   ( that, & he has that acquired skill of just knowing things when it comes to you  ;     seems kou’s picking it up as well ) .

                                you like to consider yourself fairly logical & rational, you’re not in the habit of doing things without seriously thinking about them   ---   even seriously overthinking about them   ---    but, alas, all logic & rationale get drowned out   ( no pun intended )   in regards to water.     so, while, thinking about it, you do know that you are physically unwell & that swimming in that kind of condition is not only highly unproductive but also potentially dangerous if one overdoes it   ...   a waterlogged part of your brain simply does not care about such things & only craves the sensation of water surrounding you.     there’s still a kind of logic there  :     you feel unwell   ---   water makes you feel good   ---    ergo, swimming will solve everything.     sorry, manager.

                                ❛     it’s not so bad that i can’t swim.     it’ll ease off.     ❜

[swamfree]

@supermanaged​​ sent: Kou and her upperclassman noticed the giant fountain at the same time. In the exact instant that Haruka reached for the bottom of his shirt, Kou grabbed it and tugged it down. "Haruka Senpai please dont get us kicked out of the mall. We really need to buy some supplies-," She sighed, knowing all too well from experience that this kind of logic wouldn't get through to him. "If you take off your shirt here you wont be able to swim in the pool later," she said cutting right to the chase.

                                your hands still but don’t release their grip on the hem.     you’re ready to argue   ( or, well, stare intently until the message gets across ) , but the added warning makes you freeze in place.     you really should listen to your manager.     but the fountain ...     its clear streams call to you ...     the continuous tumble of water hitting water sounds to your ears like a siren ...     but then you would be denied access to the one place where you can actually swim.

                                brow furrows in deep frustration as you resign yourself to being patient & finally relent the shirt from your grasp, reluctantly as you do.     you don’t feel like having that intent staring competition anymore, let alone actually looking at kou, so you let your gaze drift sideways ;     you can tell without looking what her expression’s like   //   you’re not particularly proud of yourself.     you mutter a halfhearted   “ alright ”  ...     but ...     a glance at the fountain ...     back to looking sideways ...

                                ❛     can   ...   i at least put a hand in it   ...   ??    ❜           you are not a strong man.

[a-allnostalgic]

👌 Kous blushing but it's hard to deny

send 👌 if your muse would bang mine. /  @supermanaged​.

     Lips  part  as  if  he  wants  to  say  something,  but  his  voice  gets  stuck  in  his  throat.   Pale  facial  features  begin  to    f  l  u  s  h    with  his  own  embarrassment,  before  blue  hues  glance  away.   Oh,  she  made  him  all  shy  now  .  .  .

[a-allnostalgic]

Crave you! Haru!

Send “Crave You” for my muse’s reaction to your’s kissing their neck.@supermanaged.

     ❝ Kou--- ? ❞      he  breathes,  at  first  confused  by  her  gentle  approach  of  pressing  him  against  the  brick  wall.   They  stood  outside  in  the  back  of  the  school---  the  air  was   w  a  r  m   with  a  scent  of  cherry  blossoms :  a  welcoming  invite  to  Spring.   As  the  redhead  began  to  kiss  his  neck  here,  his  heart  began  to  pound  within  his  chest.  

     O h .

     A  hand  slowly  raises  up  to  rest  upon  Gou’s  hip,  thumb  rubbing  softly  as  he  swallowed.   Somehow,  she  seemed  to  be  the  more  ASSERTIVE  one  between  the  two---  yet  there  was  no  denying  that  it  captivated  him  ;  roused  a  reaction  from  the  swimmer  known  by  the  sparkle  in  his  eyes  &  the  hitch  in  his  throat.

[musesinaline]

@supermanaged liked for a starter

“Hey, Gou-chan, you know how it’s Haru-chan’s birthday next month?” Nagisa asked, barely pausing between mouthfuls of his lunch to speak.

”What if we planned a trip to go visit him? He’d be totally surprised, it’ll be so much fun! Maybe we could even throw a party and-“ he launched into a tangent of increasingly extravagant suggestions, possibly getting a little too caught up in his ideas and forgetting he’d actually asked Gou a question.

[worldreamed]

“gou?” he knocked on her bedroom door, waiting a couple of moments before knocking once again. “gou, i am coming inside.” this time he took the door handle in his hand and let himself inside his sister’s room. “i have an idea and i want your opinion on it.” he spoke once he was inside with the door closed. “it is a surprise for mom.”

@supermanaged / sc.

[peachcourt]

"Ooh, that makes sense! Advice from a world class super manager really is different compared to what I can research online. Thank you!"

     ❝ not a problem, kou - chan !! ❞  she clicks her pen, eyeing notes of her own.  ❝ i meant to ask you something, actually. but only if it’s not too personal!! ❞

[bluepianosoul]

Kou handed him a megaphone as her upperclassman got ready at the starting block. She was a bit apprehensive about inviting someone as reserved as him to something as overwhelming and loud as a swim meet. Sure he was an idol but had he ever been a part of a screaming crowd instead of inciting it? “Now just repeat after me ok?” A shot rang out followed by the sound of splashing and the immediate uproar from differing team. “Swim swim swim Makoto!!!” She looked back at Masato expectantly.

This... wasn’t quite what Masato had been expecting when invited by Matsuoka to a swim meet. He wasn’t bothered by the noise- concerts were just as noisy, astonishingly enough given how the screams of the crowd echoed off the walls and roof of the indoor pool building. Still, he hadn’t had any previous experiences with a swim meet, so any previous conceptions had to be discarded.

Reserved or not, and caught off guard or not, Masato could figure out without being told anything more than that what to do. Well, this wasn’t work, but this was for a friend. He’d done wilder things than this.

A deep breath in, and, at the appropriate time, he repeated after Matsuoka with, “Swim, swim, swim, Makoto!” ... Saying the other’s name was fine, right?