Makoto was waiting as usual for Haru to get out of the bath. They'd been at college in the city for two weeks, and Makoto had pretty much resigned himself to thinking of the swim team's pool time as his shower time. He slid down the wall with a huff holding his towel and sighed shaking his head. What was worse? Not taking a shower? Or thinking about his best friend taking a shower? He snorted a wry laugh to himself. Upon going to college, Makoto had resigned to telling Haru about his feelings, but the time never seemed to come. He always felt that he was one moment short of the perfect moment. Sweaty palms and words stuck in his throat seemed to plague him every evening during their tutoring sessions.

The bathroom door opened, and Haru stepped out with a small smile and sigh. Steam flowed out around him. Apparently, Makoto was fated to take a cold shower. As usual. He smiled up at Haru trying to not let his eyes linger on the scene in front of him.

"Isn't that swimsuit dirty yet?"

Haru shook his head. "It's a different one."

Makoto just gave him a knowing smile. "What am I going to do with you?" What do I want to do to you?

Haru shrugged and smiled. "I'll cook dinner."

"Thanks." Mackerel, again.

Haru walked down the hall leaving Makoto a mess. He stood up and walked in the bathroom shutting the door firmly behind him. The humid sticky air clung to his skin and made him wet before he even got into the shower. He slid off his shirt and jeans, then caught a glimpse in the mirror. Is this what he wants? Gou always cooed over his muscles. Maybe Haru was into that sort of thing too?

Makoto shook his head to try and dislodge the thoughts in his mind.

"Big fish. Small pond," exclaimed the swim captain that evening after practice with a large laugh. "Tonight the new recruits are invited to our get together!" He winked at Seijuro who apparently was getting ready to give the recruits a little hazing.

Makoto didn't really care. His resolve to speak to Haru had broken again, and he was quietly having his own little pity party.

"What do you think it'll be," Rin whispered to Haru beside him. Rin was doing his best to keep his cool, but the excitement gleamed in his eyes, and those feral teeth were coming out.

Haru shrugged but never took his eyes off the captain. Only studious when it comes to water, thought Makoto a little bitterly. Haru's attention solely consisted of anything that was wet besides Makoto.