[He doesn't have the same interest as Makoto does when it comes to the center. Of course he remembers the fun he had learning to swim there himself as a kid and is all too aware of what it had done for him to this day, but he's not the teacher. He knows his friend holds a genuine interest in this, so he doesn't complain until he's asked if he wants to come too. He doesn't, he says as much, as Makoto asks anyway. They were hiring for several positions and Makoto just wanted to go to see if was something it would enjoy. He would, of course he would, but the taller swimmer continued to insist. It was almost as if he had some hidden motive, such as getting Haru out of the house.
He can swim. Maybe that was the only thing that had to be pointed out but once it was, the two of them were on the way. The trip is done in ease, with the two of them being close enough to not need a lot of talking and even when they did talk, it wasn't long conversations.
That was how they once more, for the second time that day, ended up in the same building as Erik. Dressed in only jammers, Haru and Makoto step out into the pool area. They both sported a typical swimmer's build, the kind of muscles that seemed sculpted into their skin. Even if Haru was younger, he definitely wasn't underdeveloped.]
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He can swim. Maybe that was the only thing that had to be pointed out but once it was, the two of them were on the way. The trip is done in ease, with the two of them being close enough to not need a lot of talking and even when they did talk, it wasn't long conversations.
That was how they once more, for the second time that day, ended up in the same building as Erik. Dressed in only jammers, Haru and Makoto step out into the pool area. They both sported a typical swimmer's build, the kind of muscles that seemed sculpted into their skin. Even if Haru was younger, he definitely wasn't underdeveloped.]