I do not own the series Free! Iwatobi Swim Club but I do own my character, Yuko. Enjoy ;D
Episode 1, part 1.
"Wait!" Nagi-chan!" Yuko ran down the hallway as she chased Nagisa. Yuko's orange hair bounced whenever she ran a step forward, her pigtails flopping.
"Slow poke, slow poke!" Nagisa was way ahead of her. "Catch me if you can!"
She blamed the water for his incredible speed.
"There is no way ever I would attempt that!"
Yuko heard voices coming from where they were running. She thought she heard two deep voices. Nagisa was already at the beginning of the staircase. She considered on sneaking up on Nagisa and whack him in the head.
"Haru-chan! Mako-chan!" Yuko heard Nagisa say.
She rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. She wasn't a slow person, it's just that running wasn't much of her thing.
Nagisa started walking up the stairs, talking to "Haru-chan" and "Mako-chan". She quickly whipped out her small white notebook and a pencil from her left pocket, scribbling something in for about a minute. She then stuffed it away when she was finished.
"W-wait up!" Yuko huffed, running after Nagisa.
"Nagisa!" Yuko said as she burst through the doors. Nagisa turned his head, and so did a few people, but they turned back around and went back to conversations with their friends.
"Too slow!" Nagisa complained, running over to Yuko, dragging her to where his friends stood by.
"Too fast!" she retorted back. Nagisa grinned.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet," Nagisa opened his arms to her, as if she were a deity. "Yuko-chan!"
It was awkward. Nagisa's friends looked at her with a blank expression. Yuko nervously chuckled, smacking Nagisa's arms away.
"Hello," said Nagisa's friend. "I'm Makoto, and this is Haruka."
Yuko looked at him. He was tall and fit, with bright green eyes and hair that's the color of olives. She smiled, waving at him. He waved back, smiling also.
"Who is she?" said Haruka.
His face was serious, but Yuko could tell he was a nice person. He had black hair and ocean blue eyes.
"She's my friend! We've been neighbors for a long time!" Nagisa explained.
Makoto and Haruka looked at Yuko, trying to guess how long they've been "friends".
Nagisa jumped in between the two, blocking all eye contact."Don't look her in the eyes! She'll turn you into stone!" Nagisa warned, whispering loudly.
"Hey!" She whined. She swung her arm to smack him in the head, but he dodged the hit.
He teased her, as he stuck his tongue out and waved his fingers.
"Slow poke, slow poke!" Nagisa laughed.
"Stop it!" she said, running after him for revenge.
Lunch was almost over, so everyone decided to head back. Yuko didn't get revenge like she planned, but she'll get him next time.
Note; she's been saying this ever since she met him.
She wrote what just happened in her notebook, so she wouldn't forget it. Yuko writes stories for her famous blogs.
"Hey, have you heard?" Nagisa asked Makoto and Haruka. He started skipping down the stairs, his arms stretched out like an airplane. "The swimming club we went to in grade school is gonna be torn down soon."
He jumped down the last 2 steps. "So before that happens, why don't we pay a visit?" Nagisa whirled around, his dark pink eyes glowing faintly. He smiled widely.
"To dig that up?" Makoto frowned.
"Dig what up?" Yuko asked, curious.
"Exactly!" Nagisa whirled around, holding his arms out like he was sneaking up on someone. "We can sneak in at night..." his voice was low and husky.
Yuko huffed and went back to writing little notes about what was happening at that moment. Haruka started walking down the stairs.
"You can go by yourself," Haruka said.
"Don't say that!" Nagisa went in panic. He stood in front of Haruka. "Come with us, Haru-chan!"
Haruka turned his head. "I'm not going,"
"Don't you think it will be fun?" Nagisa whined, grabbing onto Haruka's arm. Makoto started walking down the stairs, stopping next to the two.
"I don't."
Nagisa let out a loud wail. Yuko nearly gasped, as the story going in her head got more interesting. She was still at the top of the staircase.
"Why don't you just humor him?" Makoto chuckled.
"No, it's too much effort." Haruka said, his tone sounding rebellious.
"But there's a pool there," Makoto thought, looking out the window.
Haruka's eyebrows moved, and he swallowed hard.
"A pool is much bigger than a bathtub," Makoto glanced over at Haruka, grinning. Haruka looked sideways at Makoto.
"Yuko-chan? What are you still doing up there?" Nagisa said loudly towards Yuko. He watched her intently stare into her notebook, scribbling something out and editing it. Her bright turquoise eyes sparkled with perfection. When she heard her name, she perked her head up from her notebook and stopped writing.
"Ah, I write stories for my famous blog!" she smiled. Her smile dropped and she got per pencil ready. "Continue, please."
"You live by yourself, Haru-chan?" Nagisa gaped, looking around the room.
"His mom went with his dad when he had to move because of work," Makoto said.
"And," Yuko blocked Haruka's entrance way to the kitchen. "Where do-"
"I don't have to tell you anything," Haruka stepped aside from Yuko, entering the kitchen.
"But I neeeed to know! Please!" she begged. "At least give me a hint!"
"Wait, fish again?" Makoto sounded surprised and yet ashamed.
"Nobody's forcing you to eat it," Haruka snapped.
"He said in a tone that she didn't like..." Yuko murmured, writing down in her thoughts that she was saying aloud into her notebook.
"Looks delicious!" Nagisa reassured, jumping closer to Haruka excitedly. "Haru-chan was always a good cook!"
Yuko "hmm" in a high pitch, her hand moving more quicker.
"So, are you sure about this?" Makoto said quietly.
"Weren't you all for it earlier?" Nagisa reminded. "Are you getting scared?"
"It's not that," Makoto mumbled. "Is it okay for just the three of us to dig it up?"
"Can't do anything about that," Nagisa said. "Rin-chan isn't in Japan anymore."
"Who is Rin-chan?" Yuko leaned closer towards Nagisa.
"None of your business!" Nagisa said.
"It's for my story!" Yuko shoved her book in her face, and he snatched it, raising it in the air. Nagisa was her height, but his arms were long and lean.
"Did you ask for my permission?" he teased.
"Give it back!" she yelled, jumping up and trying to reach it. She pressed her chest against his and stood on his toes, stretching. "This is serious!"
"Heavy! You're heavy!"
"I don't care!"