A/N: Hi everyone! This is another Haruka Nanase x OC fanfic I'll be working on besides Free! Iwatobi Swim Club Class of 2003 Reunion (Please check that out if you have time, thank you!). From this point on, I'll try to update each at least once a week, if not twice (if my writing chops are feeling good that day, ya know). Thank you for taking the time to read my story! (:

Chapter One: Moving.

"Misaki-chan! Mom said to tell you that dinner is ready, she made some spaghetti tonight." my little sister yelled from downstairs.

"Bring me some please, Naoko-chan! I'm still stuck in the middle of my League of Legends game right now!" I screamed back.

"Ughhhh."

Actually, I was finished with the game. I've been finished with it for about half an hour already, I just didn't want to make the effort to grab a plate of food, sit down, socialize, be yelled at, and waste another day having my parents angry at me for no particular reason. So, instead, I decided to stay in my room for tonight and do what I did best: blog. Basically, that's how I'd been spending my summer, on Tumblr.

"OoooOoooOoooOOOoooOo. TRICEPSSS.

boys boys boys boys

woW ok stop being so hot eren

tamaki suoh and haruhi 5evr

omg omg omg HARUKAAAAA why must you be so damn attractive."

It was true, why did all of the boys in the new swimming anime, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, have to be so fricking hot? As I continued fangirling, I reblogged as many Shingeki no Kyojin and Kuroko no Basuke posts as I could, melting away with every HD photo.

"Go to sleep," I heard from the door, "It's already 2 in the morning."

"Shhhh, Naoko-chan. Mom and dad don't need to know," I replied, sticking in my earbuds, "Besides, it's summer. The purpose of this season is to stay up and do whatever you feel like."

"Who's Naoko?"

"Hm?" I turned around, expecting my short younger sibling to be waiting at the door. Instead, a six pack and a pair of purple-striped dark navy blue swimming trunks greeted me. Wait. They look all too familiar. I've seen them several times, on. . . I looked up. Screamed. Almost had a heart attack.

"You. You. YoUUUUU," I shrieked, pointing at the stranger. I looked down and was suddenly blinded by the view of muscles. Muscles everywhere.

"Yeah. And you are? " the blue-eyed, black haired boy asked.

I began stuttering. I was in the presence of Haruka Nanase, a swimming sex god. Can I just say that he is three million times as attractive in real life? I mean, damn.

"M-M-Miksaki Ohkawa!" I cried out, blushing deeply as I hopped out of my chair and bowed.

"Um, ok. Why are you here?" he looked down on me.

I was surprised. Haruka-chan made it seem like instead of him being in my house, I was in his.

"Well, this is my house," I replied, "Why are you here?"

"No, you're in mine,"

WHAT?! Quickly, I got up from my chair and looked around. I was so busy being interrogated by a certain shirtless hot guy that I lost all sense of everything around me. Instead of my usual Kuroko no Basuke poster on my pink wall, there was an old photo of four young boys holding a trophy on a white wall instead. Where my computer used to be, notebooks and pencils replaced it. I ran to the drawer, hoping that I at least still had all my clothes. Swimming trunks. Seven (WHY?) pairs of swimming trunks have replaced all my underwear, shorts, pants, shirts, bras. Everything.

"WHAT? HOWWWW?" I began freaking out, panicking, "I don't even remember switching rooms!"

Meanwhile, I had never noticed Haruka-chan walking closer and closer to me. He lightly took my arm and walked me to the kitchen. It carried the faint smell of grilled fish and chlorine. Hm. Just as expected from the Vice-Captain of the Iwatobi Swim Team.

"Here," he said, seating me down at the small dinner table and handing me a glass of water, "Explain."

"How do you know my name?" Haruka asked, "We don't even know each other."

"I, uh, well um," I began. What was I suppose to say? You're one of the five sexiest males that we worship everyday on tumblr? Yeah, that'd go down well.

"Ok, you probably aren't going to believe this. But anyways, I was on my blog on tumblr and-"

"Wait wait wait," he interrupted, "Why are you blogging on a cup?"

I giggled. "No, silly. It's like a blogging website where you can write text posts, post up photos, things like that. You can also repost whatever you want and gain followers/follow people.

"Well, basically, I was on tumblr and you're one of the most popular subjects on my dashboard, and I dunno, you just appeared. Or I did. But I don't remember ever going through anything that would change my location at two in the morning, so yeah."

We sat in our quiet position for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. Both of us knew it sounded completely crazy, but how else would I end up in his room in an instant? Frustrated, I accidentally pushed my cup off the table and cracked it upon the kitchen floor.

"Gomenasai!" I hastily got up, "Broom, broom, broom, anywhere?"

"It's fine. Don't worry, I'll clean up after it. Just go upstairs, shower, and find an old tee in my drawer. Wear that," Haru-chan appeared right behind me.

"B-but I need underwear and a towel," I began blushing, "It's okay, I showered this morning."

"Grab a pair from my closet. I mistakenly bought some from the store thinking they were for guys, but I couldn't return them since I'd already opened the package. And you can go ahead and use my towel, it's the only one on the rack."

Why.

"Come on, skinny love. . ." I sung to myself, drying my body at the same time. Swiftly, I ran over to Haruka's room, grabbing a shirt, some basketball shorts, and a pair of undies to change into.

"You have a nice voice," Haruka-chan walked in, "I guess you'll have to stay here for the night. We'll find your house tomorrow."

"Eh? Okay," I answered, "Where am I sleeping?"

My eyes were directed to Haruka's soft bed, nearly folded with at least three of four fluffed pillows.

"Then where are you going?!" I asked, "I don't want to sleep on your bed if that means you'll be sleeping somewhere uncomfortable."

He pointed to the floor.

"I'm fine. Hand me that pillow over there, and the extra blanket in the closet."

It was 4 a.m. already, and I still hadn't slept. And from the sound of it, neither had Haruka. I looked down from my bed, staring at him with my dark brown eyes. He looked as if he couldn't just pass out, as if he needed some time to think before laying down. Curious, I asked him what the problem was.

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Nothing. Go to sleep."

I continued staring at his wall, ending our brief chat. My eyes made contact with a photo, the one I'd noticed earlier when I'd first arrived in Haruka's house. After studying it for a while longer, I saw that there were four boys, the ones that were often featured on tumblr too: Makoto Tachibana, Haruka, Rin Matsuoka, and Nagisa Hazuki. They all looked about nine or ten, happy to be winning a competition together. All of them except Haruka, who seemed as if he was disappointed that time passed by so quickly. It must be because Rin was to move to Australia right after to study at his new swimming school, which meant he'd be leaving his best friends behind.

"Haruka?"

"What."

"Are you thinking about Rin right now?"

"Why?"

"Because you just saw him recently, right? After you, Rei, Nagisa, Makoto, and Kou went shopping at the swim store for new suits, he appeared in the front and told you that he wanted to race you when you were in top shape. It'd bother me too if I were you."

"Yeah."

The conversation ended there. A few minutes later, I heard snoring coming from my left side. Haru-chan had fallen asleep. AHHH~ So cute, I thought. After staring at him for some time, my eyes became droopier and droopier. I welcomed the soft sheets, wrapping them around my clean body.

"Goodnight Har-"

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