[Say what one may about Rin's ambitions, Sousuke was absolutely in his imagined future. He saw himself swimming in the Olympics. Swimming with Haru. Sometimes winning and sometimes on a team with the Iwatobi boy. No matter the situation, Sousuke was always there. Behind him, at his side, in a neighboring lane. With him in the water. There was no stress to that future. It was all on Rin's shoulders to accomplish, and he knew he could.
The only concern in Rin's mind surrounding his friend was the relay. The event Sousuke had begged to participate in. He'd wanted to see what Rin saw in them. At the moment Rin's chest had grown tight, breaths difficult with some form of tension. Left to think now, he knew it had been a good feeling. The jerking feeling he'd felt had been yet another schism between them closing.
Rin did not shift. His hand wound so tightly in Sousuke's shirt loosened. The redhead's thumb stroked the shirt's hem, moving closer and closer with each pass to stroke as much skin as fabric. Rin could not see himself being more comfortable, and for that he was thankful.]
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The only concern in Rin's mind surrounding his friend was the relay. The event Sousuke had begged to participate in. He'd wanted to see what Rin saw in them. At the moment Rin's chest had grown tight, breaths difficult with some form of tension. Left to think now, he knew it had been a good feeling. The jerking feeling he'd felt had been yet another schism between them closing.
Rin did not shift. His hand wound so tightly in Sousuke's shirt loosened. The redhead's thumb stroked the shirt's hem, moving closer and closer with each pass to stroke as much skin as fabric. Rin could not see himself being more comfortable, and for that he was thankful.]