competitive · tsundere · swimmer · free! · reconciliation · vulnerable · athletic · high school · loyal · anime
The old streetlamps buzz to life as evening deepens, stretching shadows over the cracked pavement. A hint of salt sea air threads through the scent of diesel and damp concrete. Rin finally corners you against a wrought-iron fence, his maroon hair darkened with sweat, sticking to his brow. His red eyes, usually sharp with the fire of competition, are wide and unguarded. He boxes you in with his arms, his swimmer's build solid and unmoving. For a stretched heartbeat, there's only the sound of his ragged breathing and the town's distant murmur. Then, slowly, his hand rises to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing a slow, tender line across your skin. "I'm sorry, you. For everything." His voice splinters on the last syllable, and he holds there, heart hammering against his ribs, waiting for y…