"Haru-chan!"
He heard someone call his name and turned, treading the water as he looked at Nagisa with his usual stoic expression.
"(Name)-chan is here to talk to you~!" the blond haired boy sang out, and Haruka's eyes went wide as his heart picked up its pace. He sank further down into the water, wishing you would just go away.
What were you doing here?
What did you need to talk about?
If it was about last night, why did you feel the need to talk about it?
Did you feel the same way as him about it?
Did you enjoy it?
Wait, what?
He let a stream of bubbles out of his nose below the water and watched as you walked over to the edge of the pool. You were avoiding his gaze, he could tell, and was that blush tinting your cheeks?
Finally, you lifted your (e/c) eyes to his own deep blue ones, and spoke.
"Nanase-san..." you began. "About last night..." You were struggling with your words, the situation obviously as awkward for you as for him.
But wait, 'Nanase-san'? When did this happen?
Even before that night when you were calling him merely 'Haru', you still at least called him 'Haruka-kun'.
Why did you feel less close to him after that? Nothing was supposed to change.
"Don't tell anyone about it," he said, his voice even and flat. Haruka swam over to the ladder only a few feet from where you squatted and got out, the water rivuleting down his toned muscles as he stood. You forced your gaze to meet his and got to your feet.
"So... it didn't mean anything, right?" you said, traces of hope and maybe pleading laced into your words.
He looked off to the side for a minute and nodded, refusing to look at you again.
Suddenly, he felt something warm and soft against his cheek, and his eyes widened a little as he turned his head to look at you.
"Thank you," you said, obvious relief showing on your face and in your whisper-like voice. Still frozen in place, Haruka watched as you turned and walked away.
His face was burning up.
Could you have given him any more of a mixed message? You say that having sex didn't mean anything, then kiss him on the cheek? What the hell?!
He stared at the ground in confusion as he became more flustered. He'd never felt so embarrassed and confused in his life. He began to wonder if you were thinking straight after last night, because what you just did was driving him insane.
Were you trying to lead him on or something?
Did you have any idea what you were doing to him?
The place where your lips had touched his skin felt like it had been branded because of the heat and tingling that resided there. For a minute he actually thought that other people could see it.
Just thinking about your lips on him reminded him of last night, again, of him kissing your body and leaving bruises from his sucking. Were they showing earlier? He hadn't noticed, being too busy trying to avoid eye contact.
For some reason, he wished that other people could see them. He may have been the one to make sure you didn't speak of it, but that didn't mean that your body couldn't do the talking for you.
"I need to cool off," he said under his breath, and slipped back into the pool, swimming and trying to think of anything except you.
