[ Sometimes it's just about taking the path of least resistance. Makoto doesn't attempt to cheat Haru out of a second head-start, only launching himself into the act, kicking off hard into the water. His form isn't nearly as streamlined or clear-cut as Haru, who could pride himself on meticulousness from how precise and controlled his movements are.
But true to his word, Makoto puts the brunt of his effort into swimming, launch a full-on onslaught with every muscle at his disposal. He's so determined that he can't spare a glance at Haru, although his gaze is burning holes into him like gun recoil, the sort of hyper-awareness that makes him presently conscious of each and every limb.
It's strangely comfortable, however. For a guy used to taking the backseat in all ventures, it's oddly exhilarating, and reaching the halfway point in the race, Makoto swims with a greater vehemence, propelling himself into the act.
No matter who wins the race, he can't find it in himself to regret a second of it. ]
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[ Sometimes it's just about taking the path of least resistance. Makoto doesn't attempt to cheat Haru out of a second head-start, only launching himself into the act, kicking off hard into the water. His form isn't nearly as streamlined or clear-cut as Haru, who could pride himself on meticulousness from how precise and controlled his movements are.
But true to his word, Makoto puts the brunt of his effort into swimming, launch a full-on onslaught with every muscle at his disposal. He's so determined that he can't spare a glance at Haru, although his gaze is burning holes into him like gun recoil, the sort of hyper-awareness that makes him presently conscious of each and every limb.
It's strangely comfortable, however. For a guy used to taking the backseat in all ventures, it's oddly exhilarating, and reaching the halfway point in the race, Makoto swims with a greater vehemence, propelling himself into the act.
No matter who wins the race, he can't find it in himself to regret a second of it. ]