[ Seems like Makoto remembers competitive swimming as much as he does. Haru sets himself up in position, only nodding slightly to acknowledge the count.
When Makoto reaches zero Haru kicks off from the wall, kicking hard and immediately sliding through the water in a fluid motion. Whether or not it's a real race, Haru just focuses on swimming.
Even though Makoto is in the lane right next to him, going through the water settles any of the discomfort he'd felt from the strange interaction of going swimming with a near-stranger. When he catches a glimpse or two of Makoto beside him, rather than feeling alarmed, he feels... soothed. Accompanied.
Haru reaches the other end of the pool and turns to do a second length back to the beginning. ]
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When Makoto reaches zero Haru kicks off from the wall, kicking hard and immediately sliding through the water in a fluid motion. Whether or not it's a real race, Haru just focuses on swimming.
Even though Makoto is in the lane right next to him, going through the water settles any of the discomfort he'd felt from the strange interaction of going swimming with a near-stranger. When he catches a glimpse or two of Makoto beside him, rather than feeling alarmed, he feels... soothed. Accompanied.
Haru reaches the other end of the pool and turns to do a second length back to the beginning. ]