Disclaimer: I do not own Free! Or any of the characters or themes in the series.
AN: Third in the series! Just pm me if you have a request ;) Enjoy!
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Everyday Boyfriend series, Makoto Tachibana version {Comb}
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It's been an exhausting week.
The whole week had been one week of full-day shifts and overtime as well.
"Hey, are you okay?" Makoto asks, knocking on the door of the bathroom.
The water had been running for a while. And they were both running late now for their group date with Haru and the gang.
"Hey," Makoto calls again, feeling worry flooding his system as he cracks open the bathroom door, "Is everything alright?"
"Hmm?" an answer finally comes, slow and mumbled.
She was sitting on the shower floor, head resting on the tiled wall, "What?
"Hey-" Makoto almost shouts, running towards her in a panic.
"Oh, sorry…" she quickly says, scrambling to her feet, "I fell asleep…"
Makoto exhales and feels the adrenaline subsiding. He looks up only to be reminded of the fact that she was just showering and was completely … well… undressed. With a fumble he slaps one hand over his eyes and wrenches one of the towels off the railing with the other. He holds out a towel towards her. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I just fell asleep, sorry…" she says and gladly takes the towel from him as she steps out of the shower. At this point she was way too tired to even care about the fact that he has just seen everything.
"Come on," Makoto says and leads her out of the bathroom. He pushes her down on the chair and starts drying her hair with another towel.
"You don't have to do that…" she protests and smiles weakly.
"I want to," Makoto answers airily and ruffles her hair again. He finally starts brushing her hair, slowly dragging the comb through her hair, "If that's okay with you."
She looks up, noticing the content smile on his fact. It makes her smile too. She nods and closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
"I'm sorry I've been coming home so late this whole week," she says sweetly and sighs tiredly, "Work's just been crazy…"
"It's fine," Makoto says, but finally ends up grimacing with a worried expression on his face, "You've really got me worried though…
"I know," she says and shakes her head, "I'll try not to overdo it again…"
He brushes her hair up and starts the hairdryer, slowly completing the drying process each section at a time, "We don't have to go tonight if you're too tired," he says, trying his best to smile.
"No, we're going…" she answers instantly, as if suddenly a switch flipped, "You haven't seen your friends in ages."
"It's only been three weeks…" he counters with a waiver.
"That's too long!" she states with a nod. The young woman stands up with an unintentional exhausted sway and takes in a breath to energize –and steady- herself, "Come on, we're going Mako-kun!" she suddenly exclaims with a grin, willing herself to get her second wind back after the long day, "And! We're staying there until the sun comes up!"
It's then when Makoto's reminded of the reason of falling for her in the first place. It wasn't her looks, nor her test scores, her swimming ability, her voice… it was this. Her fiery determination that always seems to ignite a spark within him as well.
"Okay then…" he says and can't help blushing at her burst of energy. He really missed his friends a lot, and he was actually alright to wait a bit longer to see them, if it meant that she would be feeling better. But, the fact that she was going to do this for him whilst she was so fatigued made his heart melt for her all over again.
"I am sure!" she says, throws on the first set of clothes she finds in the closet –modesty not exactly her strong suit when she's tired- and waltzes to the front door.
"Um, before we go-"
"Yeah?"
"Your dress is on backwards…"
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