Makoto Tachibana (oruka) wrote in winterdale, @ 2020-11-01 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: haruka nanase, character: makoto tachibana, fandom: free! |
Who:Haruka Nanase and Makoto Tachibana
What:Going home after the Halloween party, skinny dipping!
When:Halloween, before midnight so they didn't change into their costumes
Where:Their house in Islesbury
Rating:uhhh TBD
Status:In progress
Coming home after a long night out was always nice. It was almost the same sort of fatigue that came after a good swim, one that lingered into the next day. Despite knowing this and that they would already be feeling it in the morning when the alarm went off just a few hours after they managed to crawl into bed, they still ended up undressing by the pool. This didn't happen very often, but there wasn't much convincing Haru away from the pool if he wanted to take a swim, no matter how late it might have been. Their schedules were definitely less demanding here, so for the most part Makoto stopped fighting against it at all. It was always easier to just let Haru have his time in the water, or he just wasn't Haru.
Down to his boxers - though knowing Haru, he always had a swimsuit on under everything - Mako sat at the edge of the pool to slip his feet into the water, leaning back on his palms with a sigh. It was peaceful, the slight sounds of the water shifting audible in the near silence, eyes closed. The moonlight was shining in through the windows, giving a generally calm ambiance to the pool just then. He and Haru never needed to talk much. Haru wasn't much for words a lot of the time, but Makoto understood him anyway. That was just how they always were so that silence wasn't at all uncomfortable. In fact, Mako was just waiting for the sound of Haru breaking the water, which would bring about a fond smile from Makoto.
"You've gotten sort of spoiled with us having a pool of our own," he commented with a light chuckle, looking back over his shoulder for the other boy. "At least I don't find you in the bathtub anymore," usually hung unspoken there, but still fondly. Nearly every morning for years, that was exactly where he found him to Makoto's various levels of chagrin. That was just another fact of Haru, always having to be as close to the water as possible, whenever possible. Makoto liked to think he ranked a little higher than Haru's love affair with water now, though. At least most days.