16: Hairflip — Nanase Haruka
Old habits die hard.
From where she was sitting, she saw a blur of flesh and black and blue speeding towards her, underwater.
Hands extended and slammed against the pool wall, and what was once a blur was identified to be none other than a certain onyx-haired teen with a huge water fetish.
Oh boy, she knew what was coming.
He lifted his head above the water.
This wasn't even considered deja vu anymore.
He pulled his swimming cap and goggles off with a slight snap.
Wait for it.
And woosh, went his dark tresses, throwing droplets of water into the air.
Left, right, left.
That, my friends, was Nanase Haruka's infamous hairflip, she thought to herself. Despite having rolled her eyes at her own bad joke, her lips curved upward into a half-smile. Even her own [h/c] locks, silky-smooth and perfectly straight, couldn't top the beauty of Haruka's hair. Grown women would've killed to have hair like his.
Leftrightleft, rightleftright—
"Holy fuck, Haru. I think you're flipping a bit much today," She held her hands up.
"...it was wetter than usual," He absently muttered, almost inaudibly.
Suddenly, her phone went off. The screen lit up with a classmate's name, and she slapped her forehead. "Shoot, I promised [classmate's name]-san I'd help her out with algebra. Thanks for having me, guys." With rushed goodbyes to the rest of the swim team, she sprinted off.
The following weekend, she met up with Makoto and Haruka at a local cafe, to get a group project done.
As soon as the waiter noted their orders and left, the female flipped her Biology notebook open, [e/c] orbs practically devouring the hastily-scribbled notes. The trio discussed on how they should compile the research papers, but then a passing waiter suddenly slipped, and the contents of a glass of water were poured all over Haruka's head.
Instinctively, the boy shook his head side to side, and beads of clear liquid went flying.
A lot of which landed on her once perfectly dry notes.
Makoto sensed she was about to snap. "Um, [name]-san—"
"DAMN YOU, SWIMMER BOY! WILL YOU QUIT THAT GODDAMN HAIRFLIPPING HABIT OF YOURS!?"
A/N:
... Iwasoutofideasokay.
How do you like the third-person POV? I admit I'm seriously uncomfy with it, but rules are rules. All chapters from now on will be in third-person, and I'll be going back to revamp the first ones, too.
School's hectic, frustrating, and it makes me want to pull all my hair out and donate it to Haruka so his hairflippin' becomes thrice as fabulous.
ANDOHGODFREEENDEDALREADY- heh, at least KnB's back. And god, Murasakibara's huge. I must be like, under his chest area. /sobs
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