Rin declares it's time to call it a day. At least their camera set up is working, even if the swimmers really aren't. He frowns, finding Haru's hand as he comes over to the rest of the group, ready to leave, and laces their fingers, glaring at the ground. Haru's trying for comfort with these little circles he's making with his thumb, but Rin's so tetchy it's more abrasive than anything. He squeezes, stilling him, and Haru gets the hint.

Haru twirls his phone on the quiet ride back. Quiet because they're not speaking… not so quiet with how loud Rin is blasting out the stereo. Rin thinks he looks like he wants to say something, like there's something on his mind, but he ignores it. He's aware enough of his own bad mood to not want to snap if Haru says something a bit too… Haru-esque.

"Can we go swimming?" he asks, uselessly, when they pull into the underground car lot of the hotel. It's dark, and he's just going to assume Haru is nodding away next to him.

But all the same, he leads them to their room first to dump their bags and get fresh swimsuits, and Rin may or may not trap Haru against the bathroom door for some loving kisses in the meantime.

"Sorry I'm so grumpy," he grumbles, but Haru seems to dismiss him with a shake of his head and a hand on his back.

"Swimming."

This fucking kid.

But Rin can't help but feel happier with that excited little smile shining next to him as they make their way down to the pool, and slipping into the water washes the tension from his back. Haru hasn't swum off like he usually does, instead he's maintaining a stroke beside Rin, keeping him company, and Rin appreciates it more than he realises.

"What did you want to say earlier?" Rin asks, during their room-service picnic on the bed, because just does not want to deal with pulling off a smile at dinner.

"Hmm?" is all Haru can manage around the burger Rin has bribed him into with the promise of pineapple upside down cake for dessert.

"You just had this look," he shrugs.

"Oh… right… you're turning into Makoto," Haru frowns. "I was talking to Kisumi…"

Rin breaks out into a grin. He'd gotten the impression Haru really didn't like his childhood friend. "Really?"

"Mm… he's in Tokyo... he wants to hang out."

"Oh shit… but I can't, I have to work," Rin groans, even though he can always come back, whenever he wants. Haru's narrowing his eyebrows.

"I didn't say with you," he teases with a nudge.

"Oh, oh, oh, going on a date without me, hmm?" and Rin brings Haru under his arm.

"It's not a date. I only date you, idiot," Haru frowns, pushing him away, but only so he can lever himself up for a kiss.

"I'm just kidding, relax. Better than you being bored all day," Rin decides, and gives Haru another kiss on his head, just for good measure.

Haru gives him a little smile, but it's forced, there's something else. He nudges into his cheek with his nose. "What?"

"My parents are in Tokyo too…" he mumbles quietly.

Oh…oh. Well. Isn't that something? Rin clears his throat. "Uh… well… are you going to visit them, too?"

"Mm," Haru nods, and then burns a stern look into Rin's eyes. "You're coming with me."

Is he now? Rin's not too sure. "Meeting the parents, really? Are we really ready for this?"

Haru pins him, knees either side of his hips. "You were ready to tell the paps."

Yes, because somehow, in Rin's mind, the press seem that much less scary than parents. Because parents!

"But… I have to do the video… and you know it's not going to plan…" Rin babbles, backing into the headboard to get away, even while he sits a hand on Haru's hip. God, why can't he stop touching him?

"We can stay an extra day. Like a vacation," Haru counters.

Rin's pretty sure Haru's not got the definition of vacation quite right, but…we…

He just can't resist that little pout.

And he can just tell Haru knows he's won, with how he sits back and smirks this little smug smile while he hooks his arms around his neck. "We can just go round for tea," he says, pleasantly, far too pleasant for what he's just doing to Rin.

Rin shakes his head, sitting up and leaning back, cupping Haru's ass to bring him into his chest. "No… let's take them out to dinner. Maybe an onsen?"

"Just tea is fine, Rin…"

"But I need to impress them!"

Haru rolls his eyes. "They'll love you."

Rin's not so sure. Actually, Rin's pretty sure his heart is about to explode. "How do you know?" he demands, whining.

"Because I love you."

Haru steps off the tram, vision blurred by the chunky designer shades Rin had forced on him before leaving, along with some ridiculous red jeans and a black button down. He'd lost the argument against the flat-edged tie, too. Kisumi wouldn't even recognise him.

He has, rather reluctantly, exchanged numbers with Kisumi, and Rin has it too, so now he's just waiting on the platform for that god awful hairstyle to appear. He'll probably stand across the way and push back his flop of a fringe that's always hanging in his eyes just to see him, and then give a camp little wave. If Haru didn't already feel like everyone was staring at him, he certainly will do –

Oh. Oh no.

It's worse.

Kisumi's blowing him a kiss, waving his arms and why, why did he think this would be a good idea. He crosses the street, determined more than anything just to make him less of a spectacle.

"Hey!" he's beaming, like his whole face is sparkling, and he launches at Haru in what's probably meant to be a hug.

It's more like a death grip.

"Yo," and he's picked that up from Rin. He makes a mental note to cut that one right out.

"You look gooood, Haru!" Kisumi smiles, shamelessly roaming his eyes all over him.

"Rin dressed me," he grunts, wondering if this was the effect Rin was going for. Probably not.

"Oh did he, now? And I imagine he'll be undressing you when you get back, huh," he nudges his arm with a jabby elbow, and hooks his arm around his shoulders.

Haru's so used to this he forgets to block him, and now he's being towed along the high street.

They'd agreed to meet for "brunch" (Kisumi has obviously spent quite a bit of time reading trashy novels), and Haru's been promised he can get his waffles with "absolutely anything, Haru!"

So Haru's rolling with it, hoping that includes mackerel to make up for Kisumi just… being Kisumi. And yes, yes it does included mackerel, and he can practically feel the sparkles on his face when he smiles up at the waitress who's taking their order.

"So you're a thing with Rin, right?" Kisumi asks, right off the bat, shameless as ever.

"A thing, right," Haru nods. He's reluctant to lie.

Kisumi's mouth curls up. "Come on, it's just meee," he sings. "I'll feed you a lolly-pop."

"I'll tell you if you promise not to feed me a lolly-pop," Haru mutters, but now Kisumi is sitting back with his unchanging "I've won" face, waiting. Haru sighs. "Yes," he confirms.

Kisumi waggles his eyebrows. "Details, details."

Haru shrugs. "We're dating."

"Yes, yes, the whole world knows that one, Haru," Kisumi sighs, giving Haru a patronising pat, like Haru has completely misunderstood and subsequently failed the exam.

"Then what...?"

Kisumi brings his tea to his lips. "Hot stuff?" he prompts.

Haru nods, lamely, resorting to silence.

"You know," Kisumi derails, "I always thought you had a bit of a thing with Makoto…? You always got so jealous, Haru."

"Ah… no…" he grunts, looking away.

"So he's single? He's bi, right? I think I saw it when I was stalking his blog," Haru would comment on Kisumi's choice of word, but he knows him well enough to take him literally.

"Sort of…" and Haru tilts back towards him, and just as expected, Kisumi's face is falling.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Haru shrugs.

"Here was me thinking I finally had a chance, now that you're occupied, anyway," he winks.

He's sort of feeling guilty. He doesn't know for sure what Makoto's got going on with Yamazaki, but there's definitely some sort of interaction been happening behind the scenes there. He's glad the guy is warming to him, especially the idea of his relationship with Rin, but he's not really had time to thinking about how he feels about anything going on with Makoto.

…But he can already tell he'll prefer it to anything that might go on with Kisumi.

There's just something about him. He's nice, sure, they're friends, they even had sleepovers, back in the day, Haru's even shared a futon with this guy on Makoto's bedroom floor… at least until Kisumi had tried to cuddle, and then Haru had promptly gotten in with Makoto instead (where cuddles have always been acceptable)… but there's just something about him. Something that makes Haru think of Makoto being bound by the wrists in something lacy or leather.

Kisumi must know Sousuke too, thinking about it, if they'd all gone to the same primary school together. Maybe this is his chance for some digging. Saves Kisumi trying to get the low down on who's going down with Rin and him.

"Were you friends with Yamazaki?" he asks, just to clarify.

"Hmm?" it takes Kisumi a minute, he's probably thinking about Makoto with his wrists bound, too, "Oh, yeah, of course. Isn't he great?"

Not the word Haru would use. "Not spoken to him much…" he says, and looks down at his food so Kisumi can't read his face.

"He can be an arse," Kisumi muses, twirling his fork around, "but I don't know, he's just protective, I think. Doesn't have much time for shit, either… buy him some bacon and you're golden."

"Bacon," Haru repeats.

"Mm… Makoto's a pork fan too, right?"

Yes. Yes he is.

Sousuke - Makoto
Don't tell me you're busy this weekend?

Makoto - Sousuke
I'm free after lunch on Saturday? Why?

Sousuke - Makoto
And Sunday?

Makoto - Sousuke
Yeah, free all day.

Sousuke - Makoto
Fancy a night in Tokyo?

Makoto blinks down at his phone. What. What?

He's blushing. He's smiling. He's supposed to be working, and here he is acting like just as much of a teenager as the kids he's meant to be coaching. He doesn't even have peace even though it's lunch break, because he's supervising the kids who wanted to play basketball. He steps just outside of the gym hall, hoping no one's going to come walking in any time soon, and without thinking about it, hits that call button.

"Hey," Sousuke greets, and Makoto can hear music in the background. Damn, he was working too!

"Is it a bad time?"

"Nah, no, we're on lunch."

Makoto smiles. "Oh. Ok. Is it going well?"

"Mm, yeah. Rin's having a bit of a strop because the kids we've got swimming aren't as good as Nanase, and Nanase's off meeting Kisumi, so there's no one to deal with him..." Sousuke sounds a bit wistful.

"Shigino Kisumi?"

"Mm, yeah, funny how we all know him, right? Small world. So… about Tokyo?"

Makoto coughs. "Yeah…"

"Rin and Nanase are taking an extra day to visit his parents, and then he wants to go furniture shopping… I could use a little company. Three's a crowd, you know."

Makoto nods. Sousuke can't even see it, but it's better than making some silly little noise he knows is about to escape. "Sure," he manages. "I'll probably drive over… so I'll see you Saturday evening?"

"Great," and there's a pause, like he's getting somewhere more quiet, with less people. "I'll buy you dinner… and don't worry about the hotel."

They hang up, and Makoto's left blinking at his phone again.

Oh.