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Takumi stirs sometime in the late evening. The battle yesterday really took everything out of him and in such, he slept away the entire day. Now he's wide awake, but it's already too late to get started doing anything.
He should do at least something, he figures, now that he's awake, and swings his legs out of bed.
Seems like the others feel much like him. There's nobody else around. The hallways are deserted and it seems everyone went back to their rooms early, if they left at all.
Yawning, Takumi makes his way to the Leisure Lounge. He could get some training in before the night announcement plays and at least then he wouldn't have wasted the whole day.
Just as Takumi enters through the door, he realizes that he's not alone. There's a splash and a figure glides through the water, perking up once he stops at the edge of the pool. It's not Hiruko, like the first time he walked in on someone here.
"Huh? Omokage?" Takumi calls out.
He's not sure if this is any better.
Yugamu resurfaces and takes a deep breath. His hair is nearly black from being soaked and his bangs hang in his face. Takumi squints. Is he not wearing his eyepatch? Well of course not. He's alone and swimming. But Takumi has never seen him take it off before.
"Sumino-kun! What a pleasure to see your cute face today," Yugamu greets.
"Hey, what are you—" Takumi is about to ask when his eyes involuntarily wander deeper. "Wait, are you naked?!"
He quickly turns around and buries his face in his hands. Honestly, he should have expected that.
"Heehee, sorry about that. I wasn't expecting anyone to join me. You are joining me, aren't you?" Yugamu returns smoothly. "I'm dying to show you my breaststroke."
Takumi didn't really come here to swim, but the idea doesn't sound so bad.
"I didn't bring any trunks though," he mutters.
Yugamu laughs softly again. "It's just you and me. Scared I'll steal something off you?"
Takumi turns around and holds his gaze firmly on Yugamu's face. He's not looking down. He doesn't wanna see that.
"I'm gonna grab a pair from the changing room," he announces and hurries to do just that.
A few minutes later, Takumi returns to the pool. Yugamu is waiting for him with a small grin, clearly entertained by the fact that Takumi is very flustered.
Obviously, Yugamu didn't take the chance to get dressed. Takumi ignores it.
"Are you a good swimmer?" Yugamu asks. He leans against the edge of the pool, carding his fingers through the water's surface. His wet hair is still hiding his other eye. Takumi isn't sure why he wants to see so badly.
"Well, I guess I'm alright. I do like swimming," Takumi responds.
Yugamu looks up. "Really?"
"It's good exercise. I like the burning feeling in my muscles after swimming a couple rounds. It's a nice feeling of exhaustion."
Yugamu hums and pushes himself off. "Then how about you and I have a little race?"
He smirks, and Takumi feels his heart flutter in anticipation. It feels like a juvenile joy that suddenly sprouts inside his chest, just playing games with another boy.
Takumi mirrors Yugamu's smirk.
"You're on."
They race each other back and forth a couple times before the competition derails more into splashing each other. Takumi feels more awake than he did in days. He hasn't realized how much he missed doing this. The hobby had someday escaped him, simply faded out of importance.
"If you're getting tired you can use my arms as a pool noodle," Yugamu says, "Ah, just imagining you clinging onto dear life... I wonder what cute little face you'd make?"
"Shut up," Takumi laughs and splashes water at him.
Yugamu grins and dives down into the pool. Takumi watches him for a moment, just the blurry figure of him gliding through water like an eel. He has a great figure, he has to admit. Anyone would be able to see that Yugamu has a great body. He has stamina and he moves so effortlessly that Takumi is almost a little envious. Maybe he's just more in shape than Takumi. He wonders if Yugamu does this often.
Takumi kicks his legs to move, but a sharp pain shoots up his calf. He yelps and his entire leg cramps, down to his toes. His hand hits the water and he starts to struggle to stay afloat while the sudden pain blurs his vision.
"Omokage!" Takumi whimpers. He kicks his other leg helplessly and splashes water all around himself. He's starting to sink. He knows he has to stay calm but panic surges inside his entire body.
Just then he can feel movement around him and Yugamu appears from down below, his arms wrapping around him as he breaches the surface again.
"What's wrong?" he asks, and Takumi thinks he sounds just a little rattled.
"Cramp," Takumi hisses.
Yugamu nods, and in the next moment he's being lifted out of the water. Yugamu sets him down on the floor and climbs out of the pool next to him.
Takumi immediately tries to pull his leg towards his chest, but Yugamu shakes his head with a click of his tongue. He's kneeling next to Takumi now and straightens his leg against the cool floor.
"Stretch. Put your fingers on your toes and pull them towards you."
Yugamu's hand brushes the sole of Takumi's foot and embarrassing noise emerges from his throat. Maybe akin to stepping on the tail of a cat. His face suddenly burns up and he forgets about the cramp for a moment.
"Oh?" Yugamu perks up. "Hehe... Did you know that due to the concentration of the nerve endings in your feet and the close proximity to the part of the brain that deals with sexual stimuli, they are an erogenous zone to some people? I hadn't taken you for the kind, but I'm happy to explore." He licks his lip.
Takumi swats Yugamu's hand away from his foot.
"Not interested!"
His heart beats a little too quickly for his liking. Probably because he could've drowned. Nothing else. There's nothing weird about being touched by Yugamu.
Yugamu backs off at least and glances at Takumi. "Has this never happened before?"
"I haven't been swimming in a while and I didn't warm up," Takumi admits.
He does as Yugamu told him and wraps his fingers around his toes as instructed. At least his foot stops cramping.
"I see. May I touch your calf then? I wouldn't want to fluster you," Yugamu returns.
Takumi bites his lip. "Just don't say any of that weird stuff."
Yugamu settles and nimble fingers trace over Takumi's skin, fingertips poking him until he seems to have found the cramping muscle. He rests his palms against his leg and starts to massage the spot.
Takumi can't swallow down a soft moan of relief as the pain slowly starts to let up.
"You're really good at this," he mutters, "Didn't think your offers for massages were serious."
Yugamu huffs. "Don't be ridiculous, Sumino-kun. My hands know a hundred different ways to tear, rip and shred every single muscle inside your body and make it hurt. A hundred different ones to make you completely immobile. They're not meant to ease pain. I'm simply familiar with anatomy."
"But you're doing just that," Takumi responds, "You're easing my pain."
The cramp slowly fades, but Yugamu keeps massaging the spot until the pain has fully ceased.
Takumi releases his toes and studies Yugamu kneeling next to him. His gaze lands on Yugamu's face, no longer obscured by his hair. His usually hidden eye is unfocused and looks a little milky in contrast to the other. Is that why he's hiding it all the time?
"Feeling any better—?" Yugamu cuts off and goes rigid.
Takumi has reached out his hand and gently rests it against the side of his face, brushing a final strand of hair away. Yugamu blinks slowly, seemingly realizing that Takumi has a full view of his unobscured face.
"Ah, Sumino-kun... Don't look," Yugamu mutters and averts his gaze. He's blushing a little and Takumi can feel a slight tremble when he exhales. Yugamu closes his eye and bites his lip.
"Sorry. It's just..." Takumi puts on a smile and lets go of him. "Thank you. I had fun."
Yugamu looks at him again. Takumi can't deny the slight skip his heartbeat does at the sight, with him looking so messy, no make up and no eye patch. He sees something he's not supposed to see. And that's entirely besides the point that Yugamu is completely naked.
"Really?" Yugamu asks shyly. This feels like a whole different side to him. Quiet and flustered. He hadn't thought Yugamu was so easy to stir. Takumi thinks he looks cute.
"Yeah, sure. I'd like to do this again if you're feeling up to it," Takumi assures, "Maybe with some sort of swim wear if you don't mind."
Yugamu blinks, and Takumi groans when his face splits into that familiar depraved grin.
"But Little Yugamu loves to float! Have you been watching him? Maybe you'd like to hold onto him as a pool noodle...?"
Well, at least it seems hee hasn't intruded on his privacy too much. If Yugamu has anything like that to begin with.
Takumi playfully shoves Yugamu's shoulder, and he's blushing so much harder now. He fidgets with his fingers and squirms, biting down on his lower lip again.
Takumi rolls his eyes and tries to get up. His leg still hurts a little and Yugamu is quickly by his side to steady him.
"Thanks. I'm gonna get changed," Takumi says.
Yugamu isn't moving.
"I could do it for you..."
"No you can't! I can change even with a cramping leg, you know!"
Takumi's face burns. Yugamu is laughing, and Takumi is limping a little when they make their way to the changing room and Yugamu tosses him a towel.
Takumi isn't staring when Yugamu bends over to dress. Takumi isn't looking, because they're just two guys after a swim and anyone would look at him!
Takumi just can't help himself.