I really sorry if I got his personality wrong DX I don't watch this anime and none of my friends do so I'm so sorry if I screwed him up! But I hope you enjoy anyways, and I once again apologize for butchering his character DX Please forgive me! Also I'm sorry this is short, I really don't know this character DX

I slowly reached into the bag of objects and felt around, soon I felt a ribbon, but not the silky kind, but the kind you'd feel on a metal… I could also feel the large metal plate attached to it.

I ran my fingertips over the cold edges of the cold metal plate. Then I slowly removed it from the bag and held it in front of my eyes.

It was a medal for winning some sort of swimming competition, judging by the figure etched onto it doing some sort of front stroke.

"Who has this object?" I called, showing all the object. A man stood up slowly, raising his hand. The man was a tall, muscular young man with short, olive brown hair and droopy green eyes.

He wore gray trousers, a white shirt with a dark gray collar, he also wore a green dotted necktie and orange sneakers.

"What's your name?" I asked kindly, giving him a warm smile and handing him the medal.

"My name is Makoto Tachibana… It is nice to meet you," he returned my warm smile, though I could tell he was a bit nervous.

"I'm (name)" I smiled.

"Okay! Time for the Closet!" John interrupted. I felt my cheeks heat up in a sudden blush as he grabbed both me and Makoto and brought us to the closet. I could hear some groans of complaint with all the other guys that John has gathered up.

"Quiet! You'll all get your turn!" He shouted. Makoto flinched at John's sudden loud voice, he was very skitterish wasn't he?

I could see him swallow slightly, his fingers clenching into his palm, his eyes avoided mine, he seemed very timid, but very kind.

When John put us in the closet, I started the conversation.

"Did you win the medal that was in the bag?" I asked.

"M-my team did… I-I'm the swim team captain of my school." He said.

"That's cool, what's your favorite stroke?" I smiled, of course I knew very little about the sport, but I wanted to make him feel more comfortable.

"Backstroke," He said after some thought.

"That's nice," I smiled.

"What are we supposed to do in…. Here anyways?" He asked.

"Kiss… And stuff?" I shrugged.

"I don't want to do anything against your will," he said "I don't want to kiss you if you don't want to." He added.

"Oh, no I'm fine with it," I assured him.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Definitely," I smiled. He nodded slightly and crept over to me before he tipped my chin up and press his soft warm lips against mine, they were so soft… Kind… And gentle… I let myself sink into his warm lips as he pressed me against the wall, his other hand resting on my shoulder and rubbing it gently. It felt like an eternity that I was in his caress… Then John whipped open the door.

"TIMES UP!" He shouted, this caused poor Makoto to part from me and fall over with a manly squeak of terror, managing to hit his head against the wall.

"God dammit John! You scared him!"