[Rin never told Sousuke how it felt when he left him that first day, stepping through the elevator at the end of the hall and watching his best friend disappear behind his apartment door just as he had when they were children, fading away slowly in the distance as his bus pulled out into the street. It felt... strange, to say the least, and that night it took him a little longer than normal to fall asleep.
Coming back here all those days later felt even stranger, because every time they went their separate ways, he would look up towards his ceiling and frown when he couldn't see the bottom of another bunk over his head instead. He wasn't like Haru--he didn't commit to solid routines and he needed constant change to function--so why was he like this now? Why did he find himself waking up in the morning to look for a bunk to kick or a certain someone to pester into waking up too? He'd gone a few years without it anyway...
Hardly anything makes sense these days anymore and its gotten to the point where he's become content with accepting anything that comes his way. Even his feelings for Haru and Haru's feelings for him, all those things Sousuke confessed to him the first time they raced each other and ended up kissing over each other's lanes-- If it feels right in the present and he can see it feeling right in the future, can it really be fake?
What if he can even make it... real?
It's that question which keeps him afloat and has him calling Sousuke like this in the first place. It's that question which has him coming back every time and soon relaxing in the water once Sousuke starts to speak. See? All those things don't seem impossible, right? There's nothing to hold them back from seeing it come to life whenever and however they want... right?]
... Heh.
[A bittersweet smile tugs at his lips as he presses his forehead to his knees and despite his best efforts ends up watching a tear or two drip down the bridge of his nose and into the water below. He knows just how to tug at his heartstrings, doesn't he...]
You're so romantic.
[he says it with a small hiccup and a laugh, probably giving away that he's starting to cry even a little. Suddenly, the patch of skin at the back of his neck starts to tingle and he has to bring up a hand to cover it, fingers tracing along where a certain mark used to be. It's been long enough now that it's faded completely...]
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Coming back here all those days later felt even stranger, because every time they went their separate ways, he would look up towards his ceiling and frown when he couldn't see the bottom of another bunk over his head instead. He wasn't like Haru--he didn't commit to solid routines and he needed constant change to function--so why was he like this now? Why did he find himself waking up in the morning to look for a bunk to kick or a certain someone to pester into waking up too? He'd gone a few years without it anyway...
Hardly anything makes sense these days anymore and its gotten to the point where he's become content with accepting anything that comes his way. Even his feelings for Haru and Haru's feelings for him, all those things Sousuke confessed to him the first time they raced each other and ended up kissing over each other's lanes-- If it feels right in the present and he can see it feeling right in the future, can it really be fake?
What if he can even make it... real?
It's that question which keeps him afloat and has him calling Sousuke like this in the first place. It's that question which has him coming back every time and soon relaxing in the water once Sousuke starts to speak. See? All those things don't seem impossible, right? There's nothing to hold them back from seeing it come to life whenever and however they want... right?]
... Heh.
[A bittersweet smile tugs at his lips as he presses his forehead to his knees and despite his best efforts ends up watching a tear or two drip down the bridge of his nose and into the water below. He knows just how to tug at his heartstrings, doesn't he...]
You're so romantic.
[he says it with a small hiccup and a laugh, probably giving away that he's starting to cry even a little. Suddenly, the patch of skin at the back of his neck starts to tingle and he has to bring up a hand to cover it, fingers tracing along where a certain mark used to be. It's been long enough now that it's faded completely...]
... You're too good to me.