"Are you sure you want to do this?" The taller boy asked, light brown hair jutting out at various angles. He took a deep breath and then sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Because there's no turning back after this." His green eyes glimmering with pride and loyalty.
"Makoto, I'm fine", the shorter boy responded. His dark wet hair plastered against his forehead, lying flat against his head in the centre of his eyes. "I can do this," he insisted. "I know I can."
"Haru, I know you can do this, I have every faith", his slight smile slowly turned into a frown. "I just don't want you to do this if you don't feel like you can. Don't push yourself too hard, okay, Haruka?" Makoto pleaded.
Haru lifted his hand to place it on his companion's shoulder. "This is the Olympics. I'm here now, I'm ready. I can do this." He smiled and pulled his muscular friend into a hug. "Thank you for being here for me." He whispered in hushed tones down his ear, hugging even tighter.
After being released from a strong hold, Makoto's eyes filled up. "I'm so proud of you Haru," he checked the time on his watch. He blinked back his tears and quickly tried to change the subject. "You have 10 minutes to get ready. I'd better get to my seat."
A nervous yet excited grin spread like wildfire across Haru's face, which Makoto was taken aback by, as he had never seen such an expression on his friend before. "Don't cry, because I'll start to cry, and if I cry I may end up drowning myself before the race even begins." He giggled a nervous laugh as his eyes filled too.
"Go on, Haru," He said as he gestured to the door of the pool. "Have your race and bring home gold for Japan." He smiled and quickly turned and left Haru stood alone, watching him as he left to find his seat.