[ Most people Makoto knows might react with a flustered remark. Rei, just for starters. But Makoto can't shake off the nagging feeling drilling a hole through his head like it's dead-set for his brain that this must've happened before. Déjà vu for something that could've never transpired. He'd remember someone like Haru for sure, his silhouette pale and scintillant even under dim light, glinting with something undefined.
It makes him nervous, pulls his stomach into knots and threatens to choke him out of his words, but he's already embarrassed himself this much. Nonetheless, it can't get much worse to spend a little longer with Haru — just like this, in the equilibrium that's formed between them, as easy as breathing. Levering his weight on the buoyed markers separating one starting block from the next, Makoto speaks up. ]
Is there a reason you love swimming so much, Haru?
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It makes him nervous, pulls his stomach into knots and threatens to choke him out of his words, but he's already embarrassed himself this much. Nonetheless, it can't get much worse to spend a little longer with Haru — just like this, in the equilibrium that's formed between them, as easy as breathing. Levering his weight on the buoyed markers separating one starting block from the next, Makoto speaks up. ]
Is there a reason you love swimming so much, Haru?