[ He still likes the water, likes swimming. But it isn't the same. When Haru was younger he'd felt the surge of delight every time he kicked through the water, delighting in the simple act of it.
But when he neared twenty, the joy he felt in the water—well, it didn't fade, but it—was different. He wasn't fifteen anymore. Swimming was only for himself, all along, and he didn't know what to do with it anymore. Which is why he's here at college.
While thinking about it, Haru's gone quiet, looking down at his food. ]
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[ As for swimming... ]
Only sometimes.
[ He still likes the water, likes swimming. But it isn't the same. When Haru was younger he'd felt the surge of delight every time he kicked through the water, delighting in the simple act of it.
But when he neared twenty, the joy he felt in the water—well, it didn't fade, but it—was different. He wasn't fifteen anymore. Swimming was only for himself, all along, and he didn't know what to do with it anymore. Which is why he's here at college.
While thinking about it, Haru's gone quiet, looking down at his food. ]