Nitori wasn't good at the butterfly, or the breaststroke, or even the frog. His best was the free style like Haruhka Nanase and his beloved Senpi, Rin Matsuka. He always had admired the red head, but lately, hes been thinking its more then just admiration for the hot headed male. Nitori turned his purple eyes to his left and there stood the very thing he was thinking about. Rin.
He flinched slightly.
The male was dripping with sweat? Water? He didn't know what but it made his body heat up.
"Nitori."
The way he said his name sent shivers down his spine.
He coughed to clear his throat.
"u-Uhm.. yes Senpai?" he asked, trying to keep eye level with him.
"Your turn," he said, lifting his arms to rub the towel on his wet hair.
Nitori's breath hitched as he watched the muscles in his arms contract as he worked his head.
One lap, two laps, three laps, four. Five laps, six laps, seven laps more. This is the rhythm Nitori had in his mind as he was making his laps. Whenever he reseficed he wanted to hear his senpai scream his name for him, but it never came.
He pushed himself out of the watter,, shaking it out of his eyes.
His eyes searched the crowd of boys for his senpai. But a different red head(one who he didn't have a crush on stood in his way.
"Great job, Nitori!" he said, patting his back with a heavy hand. Nitori stumbled a bit but soon regained his balance.
"Thanks, Seijuro-San. "
Seijuro Mikoshiba. The leader of the swimming team. He had figured that the leader had a puppy crush on him that he hoped would go soon. He couldn't think of hurting the leader when he had Matsuka-senpai.
He then spotted the elder and, ignoring the leader raan towards his senpai. Before he got to him he slipped and fell hard on his back.
He hissed through his teeth and opened his eyes. But he saw his senpaiw asn't alone. He was with Haruka Nanase