[ It is what Haru needs. Or at least, he's right in thinking that staying here will do neither of them good. ]
... You're right.
[ Being in a secluded area of the school while most of the other athletes have retired to their rooms is a dangerous position to be in. There are still some intelligent people left, strategic-minded and sly. There are some whose size and brute strength is nothing to laugh at and some quite temperamental. But then again, their obvious capabilities and personalities aren't what the murders tend to come down to. The most dangerous thing about each and every one of them is the unknown. They're strangers in a desperate situation, and if they don't even know each other then they have no hope of understanding how it will affect each of them.
Talking more may have done something, but it might not have changed anything at all. In the end, Manami's here staring at the slight movements when Haru breathes, transfixed by the visible life right under his hand. His body feels weirdly light, invigorated with each breath as though the air is charged with electric life. This, despite the heavy water he's in and the feeling inside of him — clawing, desperate, ugly. Ugly like this icon-in-comment format.
Ugly like the pitch black in his eyes when he finally lifts his head up to look at Haru. Ugly like the throaty noise he makes when he lunges forward, both hands going for the older boy's neck to clasp around it and push forward, knock him off balance and into the water. He doesn't have big muscles to help and clearly he's not one of the strategists if he's trying to take down a swimmer in the water. But hey, a fat lot being able to swim fast will do when someone's hands are trying to collapse your throat. Manami isn't thinking strategy, isn't good at that anyway. With the instinct of a desperate animal he uses surprise, a well exercised grip, and the strength of pumping adrenaline to try to keep Haru submerged while he stays above.
A little poetic, isn't it? He'd looked so alive in the water, effortlessly at one with it. Now as Manami tries to reach for that life and take it for himself, as his beating heart tugs at the corners of his lips, he can let Haru thrash and struggle until he dies in it. ]
Iiii am okay with this going literally any way, btw
... You're right.
[ Being in a secluded area of the school while most of the other athletes have retired to their rooms is a dangerous position to be in. There are still some intelligent people left, strategic-minded and sly. There are some whose size and brute strength is nothing to laugh at and some quite temperamental. But then again, their obvious capabilities and personalities aren't what the murders tend to come down to. The most dangerous thing about each and every one of them is the unknown. They're strangers in a desperate situation, and if they don't even know each other then they have no hope of understanding how it will affect each of them.
Talking more may have done something, but it might not have changed anything at all. In the end, Manami's here staring at the slight movements when Haru breathes, transfixed by the visible life right under his hand. His body feels weirdly light, invigorated with each breath as though the air is charged with electric life. This, despite the heavy water he's in and the feeling inside of him — clawing, desperate, ugly. Ugly like this icon-in-comment format.
Ugly like the pitch black in his eyes when he finally lifts his head up to look at Haru. Ugly like the throaty noise he makes when he lunges forward, both hands going for the older boy's neck to clasp around it and push forward, knock him off balance and into the water. He doesn't have big muscles to help and clearly he's not one of the strategists if he's trying to take down a swimmer in the water. But hey, a fat lot being able to swim fast will do when someone's hands are trying to collapse your throat. Manami isn't thinking strategy, isn't good at that anyway. With the instinct of a desperate animal he uses surprise, a well exercised grip, and the strength of pumping adrenaline to try to keep Haru submerged while he stays above.
A little poetic, isn't it? He'd looked so alive in the water, effortlessly at one with it. Now as Manami tries to reach for that life and take it for himself, as his beating heart tugs at the corners of his lips, he can let Haru thrash and struggle until he dies in it. ]