This is a silly drabble and a silly idea. Hope you'll like it.

The swimsuit

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It's a bright Saturday afternoon, and yet no one's in the pool; this fact only makes Makoto wonder if something bad happened to Haru lately. They aren't swimming today because instead, Haru insisted that they go shopping. The unexpected question made Makoto worried at first - he even checked Haru's temperature - but then, his best friend added that he needed a new swimsuit. Makoto sighed, reassured; his maternal senses were maybe too sensitive today.

So they went shopping, and he watched Haru change and try on swimsuits for hours before the swimming genius was finally left with two swimsuits on his hands to choose.

Makoto watches Haru glaring at the two pieces in alternation, and then sends a glance at his watch. It's been almost fifteen minutes and Haru still hasn't made a choice.

"Why don't you pick the one on your right hand?" he asks, mentally exhausted. He still has to take care of the twins tonight. He doesn't have time to babysit Haru as well - even if Makoto knows there is a high chance that he will end up staying at his place tonight.

"I don't know..." Haru answers, a little lost in his thoughts. Makoto glares at him but Haru doesn't get it, because he is totally absorbed in the two swimsuits. "The other one feels better."

"Then pick this one."

"...I don't know."

The one on his left hand is really peculiar, considering Haru's usual taste in swimsuits - if it's even possible to have a taste for swimsuits.

First, they're not jammers. The fabric covers the legs to the ankles and has white and grey lines on the thighs. It's weird - Makoto doesn't remember Haru trying it on. But maybe he dozed off somehow, between swimsuit n°23 and n°24. That must be it, because Makoto is sure that he has already seen this swimsuit somewhere. He just knows it.

It's five minutes later and Haru still hasn't decided yet. He looks really torn, but Makoto is yawning too much to care. Fortunately, his phone buzzes in his pocket to distract him from this torture.

It's Rin.

"Oi, where's Haru?" Rin asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"We're shopping. It's been hours. Were you guys supposed to meet somewhere?"

"Nah; well, I'd like to, but the idiot isn't even answering his phone."

Makoto doesn't even care that he's playing the role of messenger between the two of them anymore. Now that Rin is friendly with everybody again he has been calling a lot. But Haru is still the same, and always forgets to take his phone with him when he leaves the house - even if lately, to Makoto's surprise, he's been sending texts during math lessons.

"Do you want me to ask him?"

Makoto is ready to call for Haru's attention, but the awkward silence at the other end stops him from doing so.

"...Just tell him to call me when he gets home."

Rin hangs up in a rush. Makoto frowns, and then looks back at Haru. He isn't struggling anymore, and looks rather determined – really, all of that intensity for just a swimsuit; Makoto doesn't understand, and sometimes he just doesn't want to.

"Oi. I'm finished, I'll take this one."

Haru walks by him, holding the long swimsuit with white and grey lines firmly.

"But Haru, have you even tried it on?"

Haru blushes furiously and walks faster to the nearest checkout. And suddenly, Makoto remembers where he has seen it before. It was at their last joint practice with Samezuka's team.

It's the same as Rin's new swimsuit.

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