A/N: So this will be a place where I put all my short fics (under 1000 words) about our favourite swimming guys ^u^ None of the fics here are related to each other, so you may read in whatever order you want, or even only the pairings you want, it won't matter. Hope you'll enjoy them!
Even though he never said much, he always knew what to say when the need to do so presented itself. It wasn't anything psychological that kept him from this basic human interaction. Nor was it some uplifting wish to be an observer and analyzer of the mortal plane. It simply was… bothersome. Why waste your energy on talking, when you can use it much more efficiently, for example, swimming?
Besides, there was no real need for him to speak, since all he wanted to say, he could relay with one meaningful look. Most of the people surrounding him learned to recognize those for what they were rather slowly, which always left him silently exasperated. But given time, everyone could decipher the meaning behind his blue eyes, letting him enjoy the additional energy.
And then there was Makoto.
'Makoto,' he said quietly, but the other heard him clear as day. He always did. It almost seemed as if he was especially sensitive to his voice.
'Here,' a towel was handed to him and Haruka accepted it with a muttered 'um'.
It was always like this, he didn't have to say anything. Just like that Makoto always knew what he wanted, even before he opened his mouth to actually utter a word. Almost as if he was able to see into his mind and heart.
It scared him at times. If it was anyone else, Haruka would probably run for his life, screeching incoherent things about stalkers. But it was Makoto, his Makoto, so that was okay. If he would have the power to give such an insight into himself to anyone, there would be no other choice. There was no one else, only Makoto.
He could accept that Makoto knew so much about him that he would even predict his needs. It saved him a lot of trouble, after all. And since Makoto seemed to enjoy it, there was no reason to make a fuss about it.
Being with Makoto was comfortable. And Haruka liked it. Sometimes he wished other people, like Nagisa or Gou, would be more Makoto-like, but then he quickly discarded the idea. Because there was only one Makoto. What they had was special and he didn't want to share it with anyone else.
Walking past Makoto, he placed a fleeting kiss to his shoulder. He wouldn't reach higher, so that had to suffice. He didn't even have to look, to know he was now being observed by a flushed Makoto.
'What was that about, Haru?' he debated if he should answer, it wasn't like Makoto didn't have any suspicions.
'Nothing,' he mumbled from under the towel.
Both of them knew this wasn't true. Drying off his hair, Haruka kept one eye on Makoto. Yet seeing one of those touchingly delicate smiles soften Makoto's face he stopped. He knew that Makoto knew. He always did. That was their thing. Their special thing.
And Haruka was forever grateful for that.
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