Hey guys! Aha... This sort of drabble-series has been in my head the last few days. It's just meant to be a random, cutesy little thing. Kind of like "Palletshipping" was, if any of you have read that, except a little less thought out and serious. It'll just be little Maruka moments— that's all. I hope you guys like Maruka Moment #1!

Summary #1: Everyone thought that they knew the trick to finding their soul mate, but Haruka knew what the true key to love was. And on a Saturday morning in June, he realized it'd been in his pocket all along.

Disclaimer: I don't own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club. Or else this would be canon.

DRABBLE/MOMENT #1 — SATURDAY'S SWIMWEAR

"Oi— come on, it's time to get up, Haru-chan."

A large, gentle hand braced itself against Haruka's bare shoulder, shaking it one— two times. The hand felt warm against the black-haired boy's cool, exposed skin. He shivered, all the same.

"I'm swimming..." Haruka murmured, turning over onto his other side to face the wall, away from the warm, soft-spoken figure that sat on the edge of his bed. "Five more minutes," He insisted.

There was a laugh and the figure, eighteen-year-old Tachibana Makoto, slowly rose from the bed, standing. He smiled down at his boyfriend, shaking his head just a tad before heaving a sigh.

"Fine, fine. How about ten more, okay? I'll run your bath in five," The olive-haired teen negotiated, earning a muffled grunt in response. Again, the young man laughed. "Ten more it is."

Haruka expected the taller male to just turn and leave then, go back to whatever he had been doing beforehand — Haruka had felt him get out of bed hours ago — but instead...

The dark-haired swimmer heard Makoto's footsteps echo against the old wooden floor as the other male moved across the room to his dresser. Haruka heard one of the drawers open, what sounded like the top, then some rummaging before the drawer was shut again. Then the sound of Makoto's footsteps returned, this time getting closer rather than farther away.

Haruka moved his left leg under the covers, allowing the bare limb to bend at the knee slightly as he felt a bit of warmth hover overtop of his still bed-ridden form.

"Your morning glass of water and Saturday swimming trunks are on the back of the bed," Makoto said in a hushed, quiet murmur just above Haruka as he placed his hand on Haru's side, leaning over the smaller male. He leaned down, planting a sweet kiss on Haruka's left cheek. Haru felt his whole being forced awake from the kiss, blood rushing into his cheeks. He slowly nodded.

"O-Okay," He hadn't meant to stutter — surely not — and he turned his head farther to the right, burying his face in his pillow. "Now go away— I'm swimming, remember?" He mumbled. Makoto laughed.

"Sure, sure," Makoto stood back to his full height, making Haruka feel relieved to be rid of the warmth of the other male's body ghosting over his pale skin. "I'll leave for a few minutes, but make sure you're up in ten."

Hearing Makoto's footsteps move down the hallway, then start down the stairs — the house was so old it was more like he felt them — Haruka waited until he was sure his boyfriend was gone before he sat up.

The blue-eyed swimmer stared straight ahead at the wall opposite of him, lined with his desk and a small closet, before he turned to look over his shoulder at the wooden block that was his bed's headboard. Sure enough, there sat an almost full glass of water alongside a pair of his almost all identical swim trunks. Almost identical.

Haruka reached out, slowly grabbing a hold of the carefully folded trunks and letting them fall out of their neat fold. The male looked the trunks over, thinking in his head that, yes— it was Saturday, wasn't it?

Then Haru slowly lowered his hands along with the trunks down to rest on the bed as he gazed fondly down upon the swimwear, his thumbs running over the smooth material the trunks were made out of.

"Yep," Haruka mumbled quietly, shutting his eyes as he smiled, slowly bringing his trunks back up, just barely pressing them against his face as he sighed contently, really liking the Chlorine-scented fabric softener Makoto had been using on all his clothes.

You knew a man loved you when he could go into your drawer — your not messy but certainly not organized drawer — and fish out your routine pair of swim trunks for each day of the week. That was love, right there.

The only love I'll ever need, Haruka thought to himself as he slowly moved his covers back, deciding to get out of bed a few minutes early.

And he meant it.

DRABBLE/MOMENT #1 — SATURDAY'S SWIMWEAR — END.

I have had a few people ask for more MakoxHaru stuff, so... Here will be a whole collection. These little drabbles will just go up whenever I get a cute little plot bunny, so always be expecting them and, nah— they're publications will probably never be listed on my profile in advance. I want them to be that spontaneous.

So, uh, did you guys like Moment #1 okay enough? It's a shame today's actually Sunday and not Saturday, though... Oh well! New Makai Ouji episode today, yeah?

PuddinPie out!