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              “So the whole gang is banded back together again.” How lucky for them to all remain friends even after all the missed connections the years brought. Kisumi had been a little envious that he couldn’t see his friends on both side of the spectrum as much with also attending a different school himself. 

               ”Ah I’m still playing basketball. Training for the upcoming regional tournaments. Hopefully my team will pull through and win the championship.” That’d be the dream, after all this would be his last chance to play with his teammates like this again. Kisumi would have to think seriously about his future and decide if basketball is what he wants to do.

                Shaking his head as if it would help to keep those bugging thoughts at bay, he pocketed his hands before speaking up. “I”m gonna have to visit everyone soon. I want to see you and Sousuke and action again. Don’t tell Sousuke but I’ll cheer for you this time.”

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

              The "gang" really was. All this time, Haru thought she had been fine with just being with Makoto, and doing whatever she could to swim, be it ocean or . . . fish tank on the side. But when Nagisa came along and they made the club, and then Rei joined and Haru found herself swimming alongside Rin again . . . the world she hadn't known was off-center to begin with suddenly balanced. This was what she wanted. To swim, with her team. And it was all she could ever want. Right?

           The future seemed so clear for others, but for Haru, it wasn't as simple. Free. That was her only goal, but as the end of the year was quickly approaching, that idea was pulling further and further out of reach.  Listening to Kisumi go on about his basketball tournaments made her wonder if he knew what he wanted to do with his life, or if he was like the rest of them, and just --- drifting along with the present. 

       Sousuke. The mention of the swimmer brought up . . . unpleasant memories of the last time they had talked, and everything he had said about Rin. But Haru pushed it behind her, giving a sigh as she turned to the side. "Ah. We'll go see you, too." Basketball wasn't all that interesting to Haru, but it had been a while since she had seen Kisumi play, and she could already guess that Makoto would want to go, anyway.

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Makoto: You remember Kisumi, right?

Haruka: *war flashbacks*

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Why is it the more skin this boy covers the more I want him

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⊰桃⊱ He stutters and stammers, cheeks aflame with his                                         embarrassment. Why does that line never work?                                         Clearing his throat with a cough, Momotarou collects                                         himself as he wracks his mind for a rebuttal. 

◤ 'Well, supposedly Lucifer was beautiful                  before he fell from heaven and became Satan.                  So if the shoe fits--'◢

Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to put it.

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

             Haru continued to stare at the boy, face completely              impassive in response to his attempt at a cover-up.              She wasn't going to even bother addressing it, and              in most instances Haru probably would've just walked              away by now--but there was one thing nagging in the              back of her mind. She had gone to her brother's practices              and competitions before, and there was something very              familiar about this idiot.

                          "You're Mikoshiba's little brother, right."

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                     「  ★☆！」     No  offense  to  anyone  suffering  from  yet to be                                                   spoken of,       and hopefully nonexistent disease,                                                   but Makoto must be suffering  from  such  a  case                                                   where his brain made him hear crazy, impossible                                                   things  after   meeting  pretty  girls  poking   their                                                   heads out of the water, claiming to be mermaids                                                   because,    well     ——————

                                                           this girl just declared she was a mermaid.

               His outstretched arm remained aloft,       but Makoto’s jaw fell low,                and he was certain the sound  he’d  just  heard  was  his  jaw  and                sanity detaching themselves from his body.       Makoto had never                been,      despite  what  his  large  build  and  serene  face  might                make others unfairly presume, a slow person, but at this particular                moment  his brain decided to try something new for once and run                at only two percent its normal speed.

                           Although words failed him,          Makoto could still properly scream                            half a second after seeing a tail lifted from the waters,          and he                            definitely   needed   to   reevaluate   his   priorities   at  some  point                            because that was not okay.     Unsurprisingly,     Makoto instinctively                            moved away from the girl —mermaid— and less surprisingly tripped,                            wobbling, clumsy feet sliding from under him.     He landed with an                            'oof' on the wet sand,       the  slight  discomfort  offering  a  fleeting                            distraction from the current cause of the heart  attack he  could  feel                            incoming, but the moment lasted too short.      

               A second later he locked eyes with the girl — mermaid,  his mind,                traitorously slow as it was when dealing with his  own well being,                 screamed at him to remember —  again,  and another shriek slid                its way to his throat,    pounding at his chords to release it,    but                Makoto managed to keep it held back,   barely,    determined to                salvage whatever scraps of dignity he could.

                                                          Whether he did a good job was debatable.

                                                     "You’re — you’re a ——"

                            Again, this was not the appropriate   (if there was one)                               response to the current situation, but after a quick look                             downward at the squirming mackerel in the mermaid’s                             — got it! —   hands,   he said,    waving at it,   and her,

                                                          "— you can keep the fish, it’s yours."

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

                               For a second, Haru wondered if he                                didn't believe her - - -                                        but her decision to show her tail                                       immediately cured any doubt.

                                This one screamed a lot more than the                                 other humans Haru had seen. Although to                                 be fair, she had never revealed herself to                                  them. But, still, there was something a lot                                  more . . . gentle and easily shakeable                                  about this boy than the rough, salty                                 fishermen Haru was used to. 

                   Those ones usually told jokes with each other                    that she didn't really understand beyond                    the gist and cursed the ocean and Poseidon                    when nothing bit on their lines. She guessed                    they would have had a different reaction other                     than letting out a shriek that dolphins across                     the continent could probably hear, with a jaw                     threatening to drop all the way to the sand.

                   She watched silently as he retreated from her,                    only for his human feet to fail him and clumps of                    wet sand to kick up, a fleck speckling her blank                    face. Hm. Were feet that hard to use? She couldn't                    imagine how well toes would work with swimming,                    with their lack of webbing in between.

                          But her thoughts about feet in the water                            vanished when suddenly, the boy told her                           she could have the mackerel, and, oddly                           enough, right at that moment, humans                           didn't seem so useless after all. 

                                                    Gratitude wasn't a new                                                      experience for Haru, but                                                     it never showed on her face                                                     more than just the tiniest,                                                     only just noticeable arc at                                                     the corners of her mouth.

                                                    But she only had one thing                                                     to say to him.

                          "Do you swim?"                  

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「 ♒ 」; ; — he didn’t wait for her to get there.

already haruka was trailing her — both palms flat against the poolside as he hauled himself out of the water. his skin tingled now; as though the innocent drops of water cascading down his body were lighting him ablaze at the very same time. it was…odd.

he didn’t bother responding to her even as he took his place at the starting block. instead, he opted to inhale — and then exhale rather deeply. his eyes remained locked on the shimmering surface of the water, and had anyone else been there to witness it they might have thought the boy to be exchanging some sort of unspoken vow with the pool itself.

with nay a word haruka readied himself. the slightest flex of his arms, the subtle tightening of his calves and the ever present tingle of his skin set his mind to flat line on one thought: race. 100mm. freestyle.

"un."

it seemed the world had dismissed itself then. now, the only things that seemed to exist were the starting blocks. the clock. his opponent. and —

the water.

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

               Just giving him a once-over cursory glance was enough to tell Haru that this boy with a name so close to her own was a swimmer. But what muscles he had didn't matter. She didn't even need to really look. Because all the answers she wanted would soon be given by the water itself, as they always were. It was her mentor, her listener, her healer, her self. This was between Haru and the pool, nothing else.

      And then the clocked ticked at twelve and they were off, their bodies seemingly suspended in air for a moment before hitting the cool water, soon nothing filling the open air but the sounds of limbs striking fluid and gasps for breath. But for Haru, she would never describe it as some kind of battle against the water, hands thrashing and tearing through. That would suggest animosity between her and pool, and that was something that had never existed for Haru.

    No, it was something more like music as she pulled herself through the liquid cavity her hands towed open, both she and the water working hard together to hit the right note, to find that tune of superlative harmony. Haru felt her pulse ignite as feet touched the other side of the wall to make the turn, body undulating, propelling as they reached the final stretch. It was neck and neck between the two of them, just as it had been before with Rin and yet--this Haruka Nanase was different, because like her, she could see he didn't care about form. He was just going along with the water, like she had always done, had always known how to do.

    The end of the race was drawing near and Haru could see the wall pulling closer as she dashed towards it, bones aching to reach it. But in the end, she was still shorter, and though to the untrained eye it would've looked like a tie--Haru was behind him by roughly a second, hand slamming the wall just after. Words failed her as she surfaced, pulling off the cap and shaking out her wet bangs again, panting.

      He was good, even better than she had anticipated.

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' if you don't come a little closer,   i don’t be able to show you. ’ rin was obviously   going to try something —— ranging from silly to   ridiculous to stupid that may even cross the   border of annoying. but nonetheless, it was   something rin-esque, and he only gestured   the girl closer. 

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

              you could almost hear the gears             clicking in Haru's mind as she accessed whether or not              to trust the maroon buffoon. But with all the swimming             practice lately, she didn't often have time to spend with              the Samezuka captain, so Haru decided to give him the             benefit of the doubt this time, stepping forward with a             sigh. 

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               「  ★☆！」     Only to Makoto was Haruki’s  desire  to  laugh                                                   obvious,         the  faint  pink  on  her  cheeks                                                   practically glaring red to him, and he sighed,                                                   silently  and  truly  grateful  she accepted his                                                   plead to hold back her laughter.

                                There were few better examples of true friendship than this.

                                                        "Right, right…"

                     Makoto mumbled,     picking himself up from                      the floor until he sat normally,        legs bent                      and  an  arm  draped  over  one  knee,    the                      other     coyly     scratching    at    his    nape.

                              "I almost forgot about that,"   he chuckled, then coughed                                                                               at      remembering    why,

                                          "aha.. erhm, do you want to go right                                               now,      or do something for a bit?”

░  泳ぐ ░  ; ;

           Finally, the itch to laugh                 finally died down into nothingness, and both                  Makoto and Haru were safe. Really, it was difficult                 to say which one was more wary of her laughter.                 Haru liked remaining in control of her emotions                 , , , which was probably why her friends had to                  resort to force to even hear her laugh at all.

                                After Makoto took a seat,                                 calming down from his                                 dancing spell, Haru knelt                                 on the floor too, a sigh                                 from simple emotional                                  exhaustion escaping.

                                "I don't know if                                   Rei's home yet,"                                   she replied in return,                                   not directly answering                                    Makoto, but - - -                                    Haru seldom ever had to.

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;;; babies… + AU

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i thought that this draw from my free-tsuritama crossover looked like if haru was going to ask makoto to fuck so i made this

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          ’ oi, haru. ‘

     there was a little grin apparent on his features,

     with the slightest hint of amusement. it wasn’t       everyday rin was in a good mood, let alone one      that could be made even better with a little bit of      humour on his part - & needless to say, he was      willing to indulge himself in cracking a joke here      and there —- especially in his friend’s presence.

        ’ —- come here for a sec. ‘ 

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

             It was always something              with this one, wasn't it. Haruki could              hear the smirk lilting in his voice before               she even turned and saw that familiar crafty              look already on his face, the sign that               something stupid was coming, no doubt.              And yet, underneath the layers of dread and              annoyance, there was a part of Haru that              would never grow tired of this.

                     "What is it?"

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               「  ★☆！」     All Makoto wanted to do today was  relax  with

                                                  a bit of sun here,    a bit of fishing there,   and                                                   all around have a stress free day off from work.

                     Everything went well so far  ; he’d made little                      progress on the fishing first because really,   a                      beach shore wasn’t the best place to fish,  but                      the waves were soothing against his bare feat,                      the soft breeze cooling his warmed skin,                                                                   and —— oh !   A tugging on his line!

                     Laughter spilled from his lips,     pleasantly                      shocked   at   finally   catching   something.                      Immediately   Makoto   started  drawing  in                      his line, frowning when met with resistance,                      but continued to reel  in  determination  to                      catch his prize,  putting some  arm  muscle                      into the action. The weight never lessened,                      and depressingly Makoto  though t his  bait                      had latched onto a rock when — god bless —                      a shiny blue mackerel  popped  out  of  the                      water,          pale hands attached to its tail.

                 … Wait.      Wait.     W a i t.

                     Disbelieving his eyes, Makoto squinted,                      peering closer at the light    something                       holding onto the mackerel.

                                      A girl’s head rose from the water,      and instantly                                       he jumped back,  yelping,   heart skipping a beat.                                       Stunned in place, only when he felt a movement                                       at the end of his line did Makoto at least react ——

                           though to the arguably wrong thing.

                                       "H—Hey, that’s my——!”

                              Only as he was about to say fish did                               Makoto’s  priorities  settle into place.

                                       Sputtering, he dropped the rod and                                        moved  forward  a  few  steps,   arm                                        extended   as   if   offering  the  girl                                                     assistance to exit the water.

                        "You’re— uhm, are you okay?" he called out, breathless,                                 "What are you doing in the water like that?"

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

            Haruki shook her head                  after emerging, tossing her damp bangs                   to brush away from her face. So this                  was a human. Two legs, feet .  . . toes.                  It looked strange.

                 Much less equipped for swimming. She                  couldn't imagine what it was like to live on                  land, clunking about with all that heaviness                  as the air clung to your dry skin. Just thinking                  about it made her a shiver ghost up her spine.                  Living like that, it wasn't natural. She needed                  the water. Without it, Haru didn't know who she                  was. 

                                  She stared at the offered hand, and made                                   no motion to accept it. What was he--oh.                                   He thought she was a human. Heh.                                   He probably couldn't see her tail, or didn't                                   even notice it amongst the waves.

                                  Part of Haru just wanted to swim away now,                                   having won her prize and in need of nothing else.                                   However . . . it was really his, like he was about                                   to shout before changing his mind instead, so                                   she guessed the least she could do was give him                                   an answer. 

               " I'm a mermaid," she said plainly, bluntly, as simple as                  could be and as-matter-of-factly as she continued to                  look him over, wondering how well he could swim with                  his legs, if at all. A few moments after speaking, however,                  Haru realized there a chance he wouldn't believe her.                  Mermaids and humans didn't often cross paths for a                   reason, but this human looked about as dangerous as                   a sea anemone. So Haru shifted and raised her tail                  out of the water, just enough to show it for three seconds.

                 It was dappled in various shades of blue with streaks of                  glassy silver running down in lines, the scales giving a                  pearly appearance as they ran down to her translucent                  fin. After giving him a peek, Haru returned her tail to the                   water, the flipper unintentionally sending a splash in the                  human's direction.

                                  The mackerel, meanwhile, was dying in her                                   her hands. 

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Time for a Follow Friday now that I've hit 100 followers

These peeps on my list are people I’ve interacted with or just blog stalk. You’ve got all of mine and Kisumi’s love. Bolded people are the ones I like talking to and make me smile with our threads. 

aquaticallyfree || fightersousuke || rinigmatic || thematsuokakou || gouforfree || miizugi || romanticshark || luxrhopalocera || viridiorca || ambitiousshark || truelightkagami || samezukabassist  || shinkuzame || kishi-tekina 

As time passes I’m sure the list will grow longer but all of you on here should feel special. Those of you that are on the list that I’ve never talked to on here I’d like to so keep that in mind ( ･`ω･´)

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ooc; whoo finally 5 away from 100 followersヽ(=´▽`=)ﾉ

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*hands url cooked into the middle of mackerel*

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Opinion on;

Character in general: usually the whole gender bend thing taps my nerves — because so many other fandoms do it and it gets overbearing. but this particular case is anything but. for some reason the idea of a female haruka intrigues me more than anything else ♥

How they play them: ah-may-zing. you kept haruka’s personality spot on and you didn’t drift — but you still manage to make your haru…different. honestly, i don’t know how you do it but it’s just fantastic tbh ♥

The Mun: my bby okay. you are my bby and ilu — like i am in love with our thread — it’s so intense tbh. manly man haru and lady haru having a race in the pool is just hella. and not to mention the fact that you’re sweeter than a snicker doodle ♥

Do I:

RP with them: omg y e s ♥

Want to RP with them: all the time tbh ♥

What is my;

Overall Opinion: portrayal and writing are through the roof with this one. one million out of ten — and honestly, i would recommend you to all the blogs because you are fantastic. love me please

[miizugi-blog]

[ freestxle ]

「 ♒ 」; ; — why did she seem so…shocked?

had anyone else seen it — they might have missed the reaction completely. but haruka nanase knew how to pick out the most subtle of changes. when he felt like it, of course. and now was no different. he saw it. he saw every bit of it.

the way her brow twitched. the way her eyes seemed to widen for the smallest fraction of a second before clouding over to drown out whatever emotion that might have been there. the way her lips parted for a moment. she might have even huffed. and haruka realised then — with some amount of what may have been shock that he only noticed these things because —…

he was guilty of them too. and he knew it.

the gears were turning now — slowly, painfully — and his mind was slowly clearing the fog away. every bit of this girl that was revealed mirrored him in some way that just shouldn’t have been possible — in some way that twisted reality.

and her challenge only served to trigger a spark. the way she so seamlessly uttered that one word…

freestyle…

"fine. let’s race.”

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

               Somehow, she knew he would accept. She felt as if underneath the veils of apathy, they were going through the same emotions at the moment, the same swift gathering of the familiar pages from different books.

              Haru wondered how much they really had in common--something about the way he said race seemed to tell her everything, that he didn't care for them usually but he would do one with her because there was some secret here that needed to be uncovered, and like always, the water had the answers.

             Without another word, Haru turned and began to swim not to closest edge, but towards the starting blocks themselves, the girl moving fluidly, naturally through the water as her hands laced in and out through the surface. When she reached the starting point, her head burst out of the water, and she shook her head, stray droplets flinging from soaked sable bangs.

             Haru lifted herself onto the ground and took her place at one of the blocks, the other soon joining her. She kept her eyes on the water, the shimmer of the translucence as it called out to her senses.

         "100 mm. We start when the hand hits `12."

[miizugi-blog]

[ viridiorca ]

[ ♂ ] —————  ♒ ;;

                                   ’haru?!’ he responded, 'the fish have no space                                    to move around because of you! you need to                                    get out!’ the orca wanted the dolphin to obey                                    him for once. while waiting for her to answer him                                    properly, he stared at her face. he could tell how                                    calm she was in the water. haru was the only person                                    who was attempt to do such a thing— or else that                                    was what he thought. 'i'll count to three. if you                                    don’t leave his tank, i’ll drag you out of here.’                                     makoto wished that he would have caught her                                    sooner. fortunately, she was wearing her swimsuit                                   — rather than diving into a fish tank in nude.

░ 泳ぐ ░ 

                       - - -did she feel bad for the fish?                        Maybe a little. But they would have to wait                        their turn, because Haru hadn't been able to                         have a good soak in ages. At Makoto's threat                        Haru only continued to stare back at him for a                        moment, a brief, light scoff leaving her lips,                        and then . . . she simply closed her eyes                        once more, mentally blocking him out.

                       However, Haruu did lift her hands on each side                         to press against the glass, holding herself                        there to show that she wasn't going to leave                         this tank without putting up a fight.