A/N: lmao i wrote this at midnight deal with it.
ƃuᴉʞuᴉs ɯ,I uǝɥM
ǝɯ ɟo oƃ ʇǝl ɹǝʌǝu 'ɥo ʎǝH
uʍop ƃuᴉoƃ ǝɹ,ǝʍ ɟᴉ uǝʌƎ
uʍoɹp noʎ ʇǝl ɹǝʌǝu 'ɹǝʌǝu pu∀
ǝɥʇɐǝɹq oʇ pɹɐɥ ʇǝƃ ɐuuoƃ s,ʇᴉ 'ʇɥƃᴉʇ ploH
ǝɯ ɟo oƃ ʇǝl ɹǝʌǝu 'ɥo ʎǝH
It started when the tears fell. Haru didn't know what to think at first, but a strange feeling pulsed through his body and refused to go away unoticed. The tears slipped down his cheeks, and he was briefly aware that they were not his own.
Haru doesn't like thinking back to the times of the past, because when he does, a certain name flashes into his mind and somehow it doesn't go away.
He still doesn't know if letting the boy with the ruby red eyes and a flaring temper in was a good idea. It was never really his idea anyways, and here he was now, all to aware that it was now his problem.
And as the tears slipped down his cheeks, he remembers tasting salt. He remembers the boy all too well.
A fucking crybaby.
But really, he kinda, sorta, liked that side of him. In some sort of twisted way. Because as the tears ran down his cheeks, he feels a bud of something new. Foreign. Some sort of emotion was building into him and he didn't really know what to feel about it.
Rin had always been a pain in the ass.
Why he even kept up with him?
God only knows.
He knew what he wanted. Ever since the day at the courtyard, Haru knew what he desperatly wanted.
He dreams at night. In his dreams, there are names being breathlessly called out and fast paced movements, almost too fast for him to keep up. He still manages though.
In his dreams, it's the both of them. Panting and calling out to each other.
He treasures those nights. And it sorta scares him.
At this point he knows what he needs. It wasn't even wanting anymore.
No.
Haru needed Rin.
And badly.
He never allowed himself to touch. Because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop.
And as he stared, Haru noticed how adorable Rin was.
It was ludicruos. Complete insanity.
But as he trains his eyes on Rin, it was impossible to miss the dull ache running and pulsing through his body. He clenches his fists and continues watching.
Rin is fresh out of the pool. His body was damp and his chest was heaving. His breaths were still ragged and raw as he tried to catch his breath, and his hair was wet. Oh what Haru would give to tug and pull at the man's hair. He would give anything to be able to run his hands along Rin's flawless skin, and he would give anything to feel the man's hands on his own body.
He needed to get out of there, and quick before he erupted into a hot mess.
So he left, without even saying goodbye.
A mess. A complete mess was what he was.
He dreamt of his precious moans.
He could feel the hard, hot kiss of him.
He could taste.
He could touch.
He could hear.
He could see.
And it was perfect.
But it was just a dream.
A/N: I need sleep. Wtf is this even. its so short and dumb ahhh.