He could feel his heart skip and the beat of it in his head was loud, fast, and seemingly so uneven. The heart in his chest didn't even feel like it fit. His hands were shaking. Every touch to his partner was feather light and fleeting—Almost as if he was scared he'd mess this up.
Haru had never imagined he'd be in a romantic relationship. The thought had never really even crossed his mind until Makoto had told him that swimming was "meaningless" without him. All his thoughts and feelings had bubbled up from then on. He felt was put on Earth to observe, swim, and be ordinary. He had never meant to get caught up in all that is Makoto.
Here he was though, on his back and looking into forest green; laid bare save for his favorite jammers that were bunched around an ankle. The hands that were shaking seconds ago still felt like they didn't work, but they softly trekked up muscular arms and shoulders to a head full of hair that reminded him of sand on a beach.