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Sousuke has never run so hard in his entire life.
‘How the fuck am I going to explain all of this to him when I see him?’
He was running so fast people started to make way for him and part like the red sea. Frantic teal eyes searched for a mop of brown hair amongst the crowd, getting wary glances from passer-by’s. The raven didn’t in the least know which direction he should go; he had no solid clue on where Makoto would have left.
“Damnit Makoto, please answer your phone, shit!”
He could feel his calves and thighs burning from the strain and exhaustion, but nothing compared to the tug in his heart and the deep, awful sting of guilt in his gut. The way Rin wrote that message from earlier, Sousuke couldn’t blame the younger boy from misunderstanding. Hell, even he would misunderstand the “Love, Rin” part if they weren’t the best of friends who understood each other’s quirks the most.
He jammed the call button again.
“The person you called is unava-“
“FUCK!”
Slipping the phone in his pocket because calling the brunet a hundred times didn’t work, he ran again. He completely ignored the angry looks of those around him, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a young mother covering the ears of the daughter while glaring at him.
He stopped in his tracks. Panting, legs quaking from over-exertion, he leaned against a wall of a shop. The raven knew he had to calm down because panicking isn’t helping at all. As he tried slowing down his heartbeat, he cleared his mind. ‘If I were Makoto, where would I go after reading this message?’
He wasn’t anywhere within this area, that’s obvious.
So, that leaves… ‘the train station?’
Did Makoto remember the way back to the station? Well, it wasn’t like the gym was that far away from the station, but to memorize the routes that quick despite his first time here would be rather impressive. ‘Okay, so, after reading the message, he wanted to get as far away as possible from me because Rin’s a dick. He would go back to Iwatobi, but then what? He couldn’t barge in on Nanase now because Rin would be visiting right about now, and even if I were to take the train there it would take at least another half an hour…wait.’
Would Makoto barge in on Nanase while Rin was visiting?
Well, Makoto would go there if Rin wasn’t there, but the brunette didn’t know he was visiting his best friend’s place, right?
‘He would go back to Nanase’s place, find Rin there and…’
Oh.
“Holy shit, fuck me.”
Pulling out his phone again, he dialled the red head’s number, hoping at least to warn Rin of what is going on and what might happen before the situation turned for the worse. It rang, and rang, and fucking rang and finally,
“The person you called is-“
“MOTHERFUCKER.”
He wanted to punch the nearest thing and in Sousuke’s case, a lamp post and a brick wall, so he did just that. Knuckles colliding with the red brick wall he was leaning against, Sousuke could feel his skin tearing apart from the force of it. He felt blood trickling down his fist but fuck, he couldn’t give less of a damn.
Of all times, why did Rin chose to send that message to him today?
Of all times, why did Rin choose to switch off his goddamned phone now?
Sousuke wanted to shout in frustration, but he knew nothing would come out of it. No matter what, he’d still have to find a way to solve this even though it was all just a big, fat misunderstanding. He felt horrible thinking of how Makoto must be feeling right now; cheated, angry and the raven hoped to God he wasn’t crying, wherever he is.
He couldn’t blame Makoto for snooping with his phone no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to think that it was the brunet’s fault for reading the text, he wanted to blame Rin for even sending the fucking text (seriously, he couldn’t have picked a worse time) but he couldn’t.
He knew he was the only one to blame in this situation because he accepted the dare.
‘Look where the fucking dare got me.’
Chewing on his lips, he contemplated on his options. He could, of course, give Makoto some space and time to calm down, but Sousuke knew if he did that, whatever they had going on – although brief – would end just like that. And fuck, he didn’t want that to happen because the rival captain, the brunet with the eyes of an angel with that smile that could cure a blind man’s eyes, that boy is that one thing he wanted to fight for.
Rin was right about one thing; Makoto had been able to warm his heart without Sousuke even realizing it.
His legs moved in the direction of the station.
‘He must be at Nanase’s. I’m going to fix this if it kills me.’
--
The train ride felt like an eternity, but arriving at Nanase’s doorstep made the trip felt like it only lasted two minutes. Well, yes, Sousuke has never visited his house, but he has been told countless times where Nanase and Makoto lived and how cool it was to be neighbours with your best friend by a younger, more innocent Rin. He wasn’t technically pacing, per se, but he was walking back and forth the front door, pondering on whether or not it’s the right decision. He didn’t know if Makoto was here right now, but fuck, what would he say if he was here? Never mind that, what about Nanase himself? It’s not like the shorter freestyle swimmer would let the raven waltz into his house like nothing happened to be greeted by Rin, right?
Well, it was exactly what happened.
“You were pacing so loud outside, I thought you wanted to break in or something,” said Nanase from the kitchen, already making tea for his new guest.
“I did not pace.”
So, not only did that Nanase invite him in, Sousuke immediately realized that one, his best friend is here and two, his boyfriend-probably-turned-ex is not.
Rin stared at his friend with concern, his mind trying to fully grasp the scene at hand. He had been here for not more than ten minutes before his best friend arrived looking as if he was about to shit himself. Sousuke said nothing upon entering, just the customary “excuse the intrusion” and made his way to the living room, where he plopped himself on the floor diagonally across the red head.
“Sousuke, I thought you were with Makoto? Where’s he now? What happened?”
Said male looked up to his friend in disdain before shaking his head solemnly before speaking.
“That’s what I’m here to find out.”
The captain of Samezuka could hear the underlying sass and anger from what seems to be a normal answer – at least to normal beings that didn’t have Sousuke as a friend. Rin wasn’t sure if the anger was directed at him; it sure wasn’t directed at anyone else. Perhaps Makoto stood him up? That’s damn near impossible, Rin knew; that guy would go on a date with an old fart with missing toes because he’s that nice.
‘Perhaps he wasn’t able to eat that ass?’
‘…’
‘God, I hate my own imagination sometimes.’
“Yamazaki. What happened to Makoto?”
Rin turned his head towards Haru, who in turn was looking at Sousuke with this stoic yet mad expression as if he already knew how their date went while serving them tea, placing three cups on the table. The tallest amongst the three kneaded his temple, still unable to meet their eyes.
“I don’t know, and I was hoping you had the answer to that.”
For a fraction of a second, the red head swore he saw Haruka’s expression change from furious, wide eyed and knotted eyebrows before returning to that impassive face again. The red head himself was still confused as fuck; why is Sousuke beating around the bush like this? What’s with all these damned riddles he wants them to solve?
‘And I don’t think I’ve ever seen Haruka look so mad.’
This time it was the butterfly swimmer who spoke first.
“Nanase, did…di- by any chance, did Makoto pass by this place? Or has he contacted you within the last hour?” He asked in a small voice with his head hung low, still unable to look at either of them, choosing to instead stare at a pile of books by the door.
Rin could tell that the owner of the house was getting impatient with the way the other raven was speaking. “What gave you the impression that he would come here on your date? Or to contact me?”
Haruka heard Sousuke mutter something like “I knew it, fuck this shit” before sucking in a deep breath.
“Rin, Makoto found out about the dare. Accidentally. He read the text you sent me.”
Beside him, the red head gasped before freezing entirely. Sousuke still had his head hung low. The freestyle swimmer looked between the two; were they communicating in a different language or something? Something has definitely gone wrong during the date, was that why Makoto isn’t with him right now? What did Yamazaki meant by dare? And how did Makoto accidentally find out about this dare- oh.
Oh.
The table toppled and the cups were thrown all over the floor, spilling its contents when Haruka pulled on the other raven’s shoulder (his bad shoulder too, for Christ’s sake) and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him up on his feet, all within a second. Sousuke could only grab onto the arms grabbing him for support, but he wasn’t fighting back at all. Haruka was definitely much stronger than he looked because now he has the elder male pinned to the floor, barring his teeth at him with ferocity Rin has never seen before.
“Yamazaki, you fucking piece of shit-”
“WAIT, HARU, please let us explain this! It’s all just a big-” Rin tried to interject, but still frozen to the spot as the scene in front of him played out.
‘Oh god I screwed up big time.’
Haruka turned to him, interfering with his plea. “Rin, you’re in on this too, aren’t you?” He turned his attention back to the bigger guy under him. “You’re a real bastard, you know that?”
He punched him in the jaw.
Once.
Twice.
Two arms came behind him to pull him off Yamazaki.
“Haruka, please stop! It wasn’t Sousuke’s fault, I was the one who dared him to go on a date with Makoto!”
The sense of protectiveness and absolute anger didn’t die down, but after giving a once over at Sousuke who’s jaw was definitely turning purple and swelling, his mind forced his body to chill the fuck down and listen. He peeled himself away from Rin who was still holding on to him from behind (in the most non-sexual manner) and corrected his overturned table along with the cups. He stood up, leaving for the kitchen to grab some wash cloth for the spilt tea.
Rin slumped down to the floor.
“Sou, you okay over there?”
The raven pushed himself up on one elbow. He tentatively poked at his jaw, wincing as the numbness faded, replaced by a stinging pain and sighed.
“Never better. Didn’t think he would have it in him, though.”
--
“…I tried calling Rin after failing to reach his cell, but apparently, this dickwad here had his cell phone switched off. I would have called you but I don’t have your number. And after running all the streets available I thought it would be the most logical that he would either go back home or come to your place, and that’s why I’m here. You punched me. And that’s the gist of it.”
“But Haruka, I swear I didn’t mean to add the ‘love’ to my message. I didn’t know why I did it, honest to god.”
The raven was still seething with anger, but no one would be able to tell with how neutral he was looking at the moment. He listened to both sides of the story, from how Rin had dared Yamazaki to confess to Makoto nearly two weeks ago, to where they are now, with Makoto nowhere to be found. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, the fact that it was Rin who initiated the dare, or the fact that Yamazaki was dumb enough to accept it.
Either way, they were both at fault.
And Makoto was their victim.
“I’m seriously considering punching you again, Yamazaki. You too, Rin.”
“You can punch me later, but what are we supposed to do now? What are you going to do now, Sousuke?”
The tallest swimmer sighed.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to say when I find him. If I find him, that is.” He groaned at how pathetic he sounded, and fuck, he doesn’t want to show this vulnerable side of him to Nanase, of all people, but now he doesn’t have a choice.
He needs to see Makoto again, even if it’s the last chance he gets to look into those deep emeralds.
Sousuke noticed how Nanase was shaking his head, looking pretty stupid with his arms folded on top of each other as he spoke. “I don’t really want to help you, and I don’t really want you anywhere near Makoto ever again, but he likes you, so if you don’t fix the mess you made he will be crying over this for months.”
He noticed how Yamazaki was about to interrupt when he announced suddenly, turning his head away from his two visitors. “He should be at the beach. He likes going there to sit by the shore when he’s upset, but he’s afraid of the ocean, so it’s rather ironic.”
Sousuke blinked in surprise, mind wrapping around the information given.
He might be at the beach.
Finally, a fucking lead!
He stood up rather ungracefully, nearly tripping himself and was about to thank the freestyle swimmer when Rin spoke up this time. “It was my fault too, and Makoto’s a good friend of mine as well. I should go apologize for my idea.”
“No, I don’t think so. I was the douche for not coming clean to him when I should have. If…if I did, none of this would have happened and we would be together, still. I would have asked him out properly if it weren’t for the dare. So the fault is mine, this time.” Sousuke smiled forlornly at his friend as he walked out the door, taking note of how…surprised Rin looked. His resolve strengthened, and he grinned. “You can apologize later, Rin. But I think it’s best if I explained everything to him, first. Even if I’m the last person he wants to see right now.”
He turned to the door but before he could even take another step, he heard Nanase call out to him with a “Yamazaki, hurt him another time and I’ll make sure you’ll never get to swim again.”
“I promised myself I wouldn’t hurt him anymore, so you can count on it,” he said as he pulled on his sneakers. “Thank you, Nanase.”
After he closed the door behind him, he chuckles.
‘Not that I can swim for any longer, anyway. But yeah, you can count on it.’
--
The sunsets are probably the most beautiful thing at Iwatobi. It illuminates shops and houses, painting everything with a warm orange, turning the most blatant view into a piece of art painters wish they could paint on a canvas. Right now, Sousuke is jogging along the empty beach where here, the sea reflects the orange glow of the sun and everything sparkles like somebody dumped glitter into the water. The sky is splashed with an array of purples and pinks and yellows, and all Sousuke hoped for is to make things right with Makoto with this perfect view.
It doesn’t happen.
Coming to a complete stop when he notices a familiar gym bag and equipment by a bunch of rocks near the end of the beach, he realizes that all of it belongs to a certain brunet which is nowhere to be seen.
Until he notices a shirt a couple of meters away from the rocks, closer to the waters.
A pair of pants another couple of meters away, even closer to the waters now.
A pair of socks, soaked with sea water by the shore, this time.
‘He’s swimming in the sea.’
Frantically, the raven searches the sea and damns his short-sightedness, trying to look for any signs of a swimming Makoto. He walks up and down where the clothes were strewn, looking out at the sea before deciding to pick up the clothes and to arrange them on top of the bag before searching for its owner again.
‘There should be a sign of him, somewhere. I can’t see him stroking at all!’
He chews at his bottom lip out of worry. Should he search for him in the water? The sun was about to completely set ad there was still no sign of his boyfriend-but-probably-not-any-more.
But… wait.
Nanase had said something before, didn’t he? Something about Makoto and the sea.
What had he said? He tried recalling his conversation earlier, and it clicked.
“…but the guy is afraid of the ocean, so it’s rather ironic.”
Without another moment of hesitation, he stripped down to his boxers and kicked off his shoes before diving into the waters, ignoring the cold sting and the soreness in his muscles. ‘Why did he come to the ocean?’ He ignores the sting of salt water on the wound on his knuckles from earlier and stroked as hard and as fast as he can, further and further away from the shore. ‘Why is he swimming in the ocean if he’s afraid of it?’ He occasionally stops and comes out for breath, paddling in place to scan the waters around him for any sign of another person. ‘Why can’t I find him?’ The waves were stronger now, and all that’s left of the sun was a sliver in the horizon.
“MAKOTO, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
He swims a few more laps up and down the entire length of the beach, body numb and shivering against the wind. He was now too far away from the shore to see anything, and all that’s surrounding him is water. Panic arises in his throat. He freestyles his way back to the direction he came from, about to call it quits and go back to report to Rin and Nanase when he notices something by the huge, jagged rocks at the far end of shore. ‘Could it be?’
Using up the last trickle of his energy, he slides his way towards the rocks which were at least a hundred meters away. By now, the raven was struggling to swim in a line as he keeps getting blown off course by the wind, and his muscles were stretched to their limits. As he closed the distance, Sousuke could make out the object he had seen, and he would be shouting in relief and joy if he wasn’t dead tired and in the middle of the fucking sea.
Makoto was sitting atop a rock.
'I had to swim harder and faster than I do during practices and you get to sit on a rock.’
His heart was thumping in his chest, this time out of nervousness more than anything. What the fuck is he going to say to Makoto when he swims up to him? It’s not like –
A sharp, stinging pain erupted from his left calf, forcing him to stop completely in the middle of the fucking sea. A cramp was seizing up his muscles and Sousuke couldn’t for his life stay afloat.
“Fuck!”
He reaches down into the water to grab onto his cramping calf while trying to stay afloat on his back, but it was no use. The waves were stronger and without his goggles, his eyes were stinging with sea water. He couldn’t see, and he was fucking immobilized. The raven could only trash around the water with his arm that is not holding his cramping leg, desperately trying to stay afloat. No matter how hard he squeezed his calf to force it to relax, it just cramps up even more, and it hurts so bad that he hisses, which was a big mistake because sea water entered his nostrils and his mouth, burning his throat raw as he kicks against the water with one leg and one arm.
‘Am I going to die like this?’
If he had been shouting, he couldn’t hear himself because somehow, he wasn’t above the surface of the water anymore. He had his eyes closed, and he felt himself sinking even deeper while he concentrated on holding his breath, trying to use his good leg and arm to stroke himself up.
‘Oh man, this is the lamest way for a swimmer to die, especially in front of your boyfriend,’ he internally mused when hopes of resurfacing vanished.
He honestly wished for another chance with Makoto, because fuck, he was the best thing to ever happen to him. He wished that he had asked the brunet out on his own terms, and how he should have never accepted that dumb dare in the first place. But look at where he is now, drowning, probably dying and full of regrets over things that he didn’t get to do. He never got the chance to kiss Makoto on the lips, to give him a proper date that isn’t the gym, or the chance to tell Rin that he’s probably the worst best friend in the entire fucking planet.
It’s been about 2 minutes now since he went under the current. His heartbeat was beating at an erratic pace, and his lungs were on fire. His chest was drumming desperately for a breath of air and he could feel his consciousness fade.
‘I’m so…tired.’
And everything turned black.
--
“Sou…Sousuke!”
Am I dead yet?
“Oh my…god, please…up, Sousuke!”
Makoto?
“Damnit, why….breathe!”
SLAP.
--
Sousuke heaved once, twice, and coughed up all the salt water he had swallowed. The burn of the sea water was twice as painful coming out as compared to drinking it in. His mind was groggy; it felt like he had sleeping pills. Slowly, he could feel his fingers tingling again, and there was a sharp sting on his left cheek, his eyelids fluttered and through his nose, he sucked in a deep breath before opening his eyes.
What greeted him upon sight was something he never wanted to forget.
The sky was dark now, but the moon was illuminating Makoto’s features to the fullest. His emerald eyes, glowing in the dark under the pale moon light were watery with tears which had created streamlines down his red, slightly puffy cheeks. His hair was damp, like he had just recently gone for a bath. His lips were trembling, and his brows were furrowed in an angry, yet horribly adorable manner. The shirt he was in was soaked through, and the raven could make out a very toned chest (and pert nipples, but let’s save that for later.)
Sousuke chuckled, and even that hurt like a bitch.
“If I am…dead and this is…heaven,” he tried saying, throat still too raw and he had to heave between words. “Then I…don’t ever wanna... leave.”
The boy in front of him sighed wistfully before shaking his head. “You’re not dead, Sousuke. No matter how mad I am at you, I won’t allow you to die because of me.” Makoto shifted from his kneeling posture to sit on the sand next to the boy who had one of the most embarrassing near death experience. Sousuke tried to lift himself up from his lying position, but his body felt as if it was a bag of rocks.
Beside him, he heard Makoto laugh to himself.
“Though I guess it would be pretty funny if an award-winning state swimmer died drowning. In his boxers.”
Sousuke smiled at that, face burning up at the mentioning of his nakedness.
“Thank you. For saving my life.”
Makoto only hummed in reply, offering a small smile in return.
They sat in silence after that, both of them unsure of how to proceed or make the next move. Instead, the two of them looked up where the night sky was void of clouds and the stars were twinkling over the horizon. The cooling sea breeze dried them up somewhat, and the waves that were crashing against the shore weren’t the same as the currents which had threatened to eat Sousuke alive. Makoto was even courteous enough to cover the taller male’s lower body with a spare towel to enclose the nakedness make sure at least he could stay warm.
“So…you’re still mad at me, huh?” He managed to ask, voice somewhat back to normal.
Makoto turned his head to where Sousuke laid with his eyes closed as if he was embarrassed to have asked the question in the brashest way. The younger of the two furrowed his brows, contemplating the question seriously.
“Not really.”
This time it was Sousuke who turned to face Makoto, eyes wide as if expecting an answer. ‘He’s not mad after what I did?’
The brunet continued, looking down at his feet which were covered in sand. “I mean, yeah, I knew there was something fishy when you told me that you, erm. Liked me? And Haru even warned me beforehand but I didn’t really listen to his advice. So yeah, when I read the text I was very, very angry but it gave me a sense of, closure, I guess?”
Sousuke frowned, and he was about to interrupt when Makoto spoke again, this time even softer than before.
“Sousuke, I really appreciated the fact that you treated me like a real boyfriend for that short period of time, and I had lots of fun going out with you, even if it was just make-believe.” Sousuke wasn’t sure if that was a tear falling from his face or seawater from before, but either way he really wanted to catch it. “You don’t have to explain what happened to me, but Rin is a good friend of mine, so take good care of him,” he chuckled before adding, “and here I thought he was in love with Haru.”
The raven sat up, his cramps, soreness and pain be damned. His head cocked from side to side in confusion and what the fuck was that garbled noise that sounded like a mixture of ‘wait’ and ‘hold on’ he made with his throat?
Makoto turned to look at him in the eye, and all his physical pain felt like a kitten scratch compared to the shattering of his heart when teal met emerald.
Makoto was crying.
Crying, because of him.
Because of the dumbest mistake Sousuke made.
“Wa-”
His beautiful angel smiled the saddest smile the butterfly swimmer has ever seen.
“Can we still be friends, Yamazaki-san?”
His heart stopped beating.
‘Yamazaki…san?’
When the words caught up to him and started to make sense, he felt like crying, too.
Until, that is, Sousuke lunged forward and captured Makoto’s lips with his own, surprising the both of them senseless. The brunets’ lips were salty and sweet and oh so fucking delicious. He was somewhat aware of the younger boy pushing him away and struggling against him with “no, stop,” and “w-wait, Sousuke-ah!” but he held on to him. He held on because ‘no, I don’t want to let go, I don’t want to lose this, I don’t want-’
“-to lose you because I fucking love you, Makoto.”
Sousuke realized that he had stopped in his tracks a little too late.
‘Did I just say that out loud?’
“Wh-what? Yamazaki-san, I-”
“Don’t Yamazaki-san me.”
“S-Sousuke, please, this was a challenge between you and Rin, I understand, but can you please stop continuing the act? It’s really not funny anymore and I don’t want you forcing your feelings upon me.” Makoto looked hurt and harassed; he had scooted a few feet away from the raven and had his hands in a defensive position. Those green eyes looked hurt beyond repair, and Sousuke felt anger boiling up within him.
It was self-hatred.
Self-hatred for being responsible of putting that face on an angel.
He has never wanted to fix something so bad. He has never felt this sort of resentment towards himself; he had broken the heart of a boy who was honest-to-god, beautiful and perfect in every sense. Sousuke wanted to jump of the nearest cliff, or throw Rin off the nearest cliff, he couldn’t decide. Everything would have been better if he wasn’t friends with fucking Rin, but he had to make this right, even if Makoto chose to just stay friends in the end.
And if he did, Sousuke swore he won’t ever look at anyone the same way ever again.
He got on his knees and looked Makoto straight in the eye, this time with determination more than anything. He watched as the brunet lowered down his arm before he spoke.
“Makoto. I need to make things clear with you, so hear me out, please?”
He watched the backstroke swimmer furrow his eyebrows before nodding. ‘What’s going through your head, now?’
“Yes. I confessed to you and asked you out all because Matsuoka dared me to. Yes, I did it without considering your feelings, and yes, I thought it would be just another challenge. The challenge was over the moment I realized I felt something whenever I’m with you, and I wanted to call the dare off with Rin but it just slipped my mind to do it,” he paused, looking at the hurt flicker in those deep emeralds before continuing. “But fuck, Makoto. I don’t know when, but I fell in love with you. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but I did. Fuck, I hate myself so much for hurting you this bad, and you should be fucking furious at me, I would be furious at me. You should have just let me die amazingly embarrassing back there so you would have stories to tell your grandchildren.”
He stopped for a breather when he heard the boy in front of him chuckle.
Sousuke grinned and rolled his eyes.
“No. Don’t interrupt my speech, darling.”
“Whoops. Sorry.”
“So, okay. Where was I? Oh yes. Point is: I love you, Makoto. And I would have asked you out if I ever had the chance to restart all over. And about that text, it’s Rin we’re talking about, and he’s a huge flirt and douchebag, but no, the only time I would ever consider having romantic feelings toward him would be the day I get an A for my English test. I know I shouldn’t have wishful thinking, and I know you have the rights to hate me forever, but I just want to make it clear and let you know. I love you.”
No point backing out now.
“Sousuke…”
“I love you, I love you, I love you. This entire scene is cheesy and clichéd as fuck, but yes, I do.” He turned his body away so he was facing the waters. He really didn’t want Makoto to notice how fucking embarrassed he was. “But if you think it’s best for us to remain as friends, or that you need time away from me, or a restraining order, I will fully respect your decision.”
There was a long moment of silence. He closed his eyes, getting ready for the worst possible outcome. Immersed in his thoughts, he didn’t hear Makoto shuffling next to him.
Because the moment he reopened his eyes, Makoto closed the distance between their lips. Sousuke gasped softly in surprise, but in a fraction of a second, his lips were moving against Makoto’s own. Their make out session was cut short when the younger of the two broke the kiss.
“And here I thought you wouldn’t ever shut up.”
Sousuke chuckled, bringing Makoto’s forehead to his own. The backstroke swimmer was smiling as well, with his hands around the elder’s neck. Words cannot describe how relieved he was feeling; he was prepared for the worst, so never in his life was he expecting Makoto to kiss him. He was happy, and his heart felt warm and the warmth radiate throughout his entire being.
He brought his hand up to the brunets’ warm cheeks to cup it softly before pulling him into another chaste kiss.
“So, we’re official boyfriends, right?” Makoto asked.
“Yes,” Sousuke replied. “As long as you’ll have me.”
The brunet laughed, and it was music to his ears.
“Good, because we’re still soaking wet, and you’re in nothing but boxers, and my family won’t be home for another two days as they went camping without me, so…”
“Hot shower and cuddling at your place?”
“Sounds like a great plan.”
--
Extra:
Hand in hand, they walked back to the direction of Makoto’s house when suddenly, the brunet spoke up.
“Sousuke, why is your jaw bruised and swollen?”
“Nanase punched me when I went over to his place to look for you.”
After making sure to drop by Haruka’s place to let both of them know that Makoto is safe and sound (and of course, with consent from the shorter Raven for the both of them to sleep together and the promise of Sousuke to deal with Rin later) they head back to the brunets house where instead of a hot steamy shower, they made hot steamy love instead before they had a regular shower.
And of course, there was cuddling. And cheesy pick up lines said. Lots of it.
All was well.