Aiichiro opened his locker, and, locating his towel, proceeded to the showers. He had come back to the pool for some additional practice again, though this evening he wasn't feeling particularly good about his results. He'd been spending so much extra time swimming in hopes of making it onto the relay team, but tonight's training made him feel like he was at a stand-still.
Turning off the water, Aiichiro dried himself before heading back to his locker. When he opened it, he stopped. Were those footsteps he just heard? Or was it just his locker creaking? He didn't think anyone else would come to the pool this late, but he supposed it was possible. Deciding to ignore it- why should he hide?- he dug around in his bag for his underwear.
And he dug, and dug, and took out all of his other clothes... Where was it? "I know I packed it!" He muttered to himself.
"Looking for this?" Aiichiro whipped his head around and saw Rin approaching him, his underwear hanging from Rin's raised finger.
"R-Rin-senpai!" Aiichiro exclaimed. "What are you doing here? And why did you take my underwear?"
Rin chuckled, stopping beside Aiichiro and tapping on his locker. "That's what you get for leaving it unlocked."
"I wasn't expecting company," Aiichiro blushed.
"Well, you got it," Rin grinned. "I noticed you were in the pool while I was on my evening jog. Thought I'd stop in and time you, but when I finished up and came back, you were already out."
"Thanks for the offer," Aiichiro smiled nervously, "but can I have my underwear back now?"
"Huh?" Rin seemed to just remember that he still had it. "Oh, right." He handed it back to him.
"Thanks," Aiichiro blushed. Unwrapping his towel from around himself, he quickly pulled the underwear up. He could feel Rin watching him, but he tried to ignore it. After all, this was a locker room. He was used to changing in front of the other swim team members. But there was something about being watching by Rin, the one he's always admired...
"Your training looks like it's paying off," Rin commented.
"Wha-?"
"You've got some real muscles coming in now," Rin's eyes were on Aiichiro's torso, looking him up and down in a way he wasn't used to. "Hey, Ai, can I ask you something?" Rin asked, stepping a little bit closer to him.
"Of course," Aiichiro replied.
"What are your feelings for me, exactly?" Rin's words came out like a purr, giving Aiichiro palpitations.
"What do you mean, Rin-senpai?" Aiichiro gulped, stepping back.
Rin stepped around Aiichiro and pinned him to the lockers. "It took me until you weren't there anymore to realize it for myself," he said. "How I really feel."
"Rin-senpai," Aiichiro breathed. "I-" His confession was cut off by an impatient kiss.
"I miss you," Rin cried. His sultry eyes had turned sad. "I took for granted the time we had rooming together."
Aiichiro smiled and put his arms around his crybaby of a senpai. "You know, I've been coming here pretty regularly now, and no one else ever has until tonight." To ensure Rin understood his invitation, he kissed him, then kissed him again, and again. He knew he loved Rin all along, but he never said anything for fear that Rin didn't feel the same. But now, he had no reason to hold back.
"Ai," Rin mumbled. "Ai, I-"
Aiichiro cut him off with another kiss, payback for earlier, and took advantage of his open mouth to use his tongue. When he pulled away again, leaving Rin dazed, he said, "I'm not letting you confess before me, Rin-senpai. Not after how long I've waited."
When Aiichiro returned to his room, Momotarou sat up in his bed, a frantic expression on his face. "Nitori-senpai, where were you?! You should have been back an hour ago!"
Aiichiro stared at him blankly for a moment before shaking his head and replying, "Rin-senpai met me at the pool tonight, so I stayed a little later."
Momotarou's face lit up. "Ohh, special one-on-one training with the captain? Do you think he'd help me train?"
"...Not like this," Aiichiro said flatly. Ignoring the overexcited redhead's further questions, Aiichiro climbed into bed, his ears still ringing from Rin's moans. Somehow, he didn't feel so bad about his times anymore.
