03: Swimsuit — Hazuki Nagisa
School swimsuits suck, but hey, at least he thinks otherwise.
The smell of chlorine invaded your nostrils, making your eyes water from the acidic stench.
God, you hated gym. More so because it was swimming.
You absolutely detested having to wear the damn school swimsuit. Mainly because, in terms of physique, you weren't exactly...gifted.
Screw it, you thought. At least I'll get to see Nagisa shirtless, and in action.
Unsurprisingly, you had a thing for him.
You whipped your head around for any sign of the blonde. When you finally did spot him, you could've sworn you felt your spit dribble down one corner of your mouth.
Jesus almighty, he had washboard abs.
Seconds later, he was tackled into a hug by Kayano Ami, one of the popular girls in your class.
"Nagisa-kun~" she cooed, her ample chest pressing into his, making you want to hurl Mt. Fuji at her.
You'd look like an elementary student standing next to her voluptuous figure.
"Oh, hey, [f/n]-chan!" He waved in your direction. Much to your surprise, he wiggled out of Ami's grip and ran over to you with a sunny grin on his face. "Looking good."
That earned him a blush from you, and Ami just stood frozen where she was, gaping in disbelief. You rambled like an idiot. "Psh. Me? Good? Look at yourself, mister. You're delici- I mean! Y-you're great! Absolutely!"
Nagisa let out a hearty laugh and ruffled your hair.
Maybe swimming wouldn't be so bad after all.
A/N:
Nagi's such a shota. I hope I didn't butcher him, though.
Keep those reviews coming, sweeties!
And, uh, send in some prompts maybe? I'll be waiting.
=Cafe Lolita