Haruka rose from the foreign bed, for a moment unsure of where he was before the realization hit him and he immediately grabbed his clothes, pulling them on as he fled the house.
It all came back to him now.
The previous night, he and you, one of the girls from school, a somewhat friend of the swim club, were sitting together and then... How had it led to a passionate, forceful night within your bed?
It wasn't supposed to happen.
How did it happen?
He practically ran through the streets and shook his head. No, it was okay. You both needed release, as it had been obvious while your body was grinding against his and as his lips left dark hickeys all along your neck...
He suppressed the memory as his cheeks were dusted with the faintest pink color. It was fine. Everything would go back to normal after this, and neither of you would ever speak of it again. No one would know. It would all fade away. It was fine.
But just thinking of the actions that took place that night made him feel a little warm, and he headed for home to soak in the tub. Yes, that's all he needed. Then, later, he could go to Iwatobi and swim in the pool to clear his head.
It was fine.
Haruka reached his house and as soon as he entered the doorway he began to peel off his clothing again. Dropping the garments absentmindedly, he fled to the bathroom and started the water. His ocean blue eyes watched the liquid as it flowed, trying to focus on nothing else, but again the memories returned.
"H-Haru!" He could still hear your voice moaning out his name, and the little squeaks you made whenever he...
He stopped himself as he felt heat rising to his cheeks and covered the bottom half of his face with his hand. Letting out a breath, he turned off the water and climbed into the tub, of course with his swimming trunks on.
He sighed, letting the water surrounding him calm his nerves and embarrassment and making him breathe easier.
It was fine...