What can I even call this
swimmer-kasumi:
“Woah, that was a good one!” At the least, Kasumi had certainly happened to see it. And she had been thoroughly amused by it as well. “You really showed that pole who’s boss!” She smiled at him, standing from her bench and making her way over to the teen.
“You alright? That thing really got you good. No bloody nose or anything?” She seemed content enough to just examine him, to make sure he wasn’t really in too much trouble.”I’d hate to see you get hurt.” She motioned to her cast and grinned toothily. “I think one of us is enough!”
Akihiko jumped at the familiar voice and turned, eyes meeting Kasumi’s immediately. His cheek seemed to throb even more in shame, cheeks heating up at her teasing, even though he knew she was just joking around with him. She always did that and, though sometimes it flustered him, it also made him feel super comfortable. Kasumi just did that to him. That meant a lot, since he always had problems in social situations.
He shook his head at her questions; as far as he knew he was fine. Aside from an aching cheek (his jaw hurt too, now that he thought about it) he seemed unscathed. “Yeah,” he said with a chuckle, eyes flickering to her cast. “We wouldn’t want two clumsy people staggering around, we might break something else.”
What can I even call this
swimmer-kasumi:
After all was said and done, Kasumi was really quite glad to have such a big group of friends made within a few days. Moving to the city from a backwaters little town hadn’t been the easiest transition in her life, but it had been made substantially easier with all these meetings.
But, for now, she was alone on a bench in the downtown area, right outside a little cafe after having stopped there for a quick bite to eat.
Akihiko grimaced as he stared forlornly at his cell phone. The mysterious nameless swimmer senpai hadn’t called yet, but that was to be expected. Maybe he was just being nice in offering swim lessons. Besides, Akihiko had been pretty awkward. He even forgot to ask for his name like an idiot.
Whatever; his first day of school was over and though he still felt anxiety coursing through him knowing he didn’t have to worry anymore until tomorrow made him feel a little better.
He decided to stop by a cafe he had seen the day before for some lunch since he had skipped breakfast that morning and only had enough money for a bag of chips during lunch earlier today. His stomach hurt from the lack of proper nutrition.
He put his phone away and headed towards where he remembered the cafe was, eyes scanning the signs. He wasn’t really looking ahead of him so it should have come as no surprise when he ran right into a pole. With a gargled, startled sound he stumbled back, hand flying to his cheek as pain shot through him. After a moment the pain lessened to a dull throb and he slowly put his hand down and looked around anxiously.
He let out a nervous laugh.
God, he hoped nobody saw that.
composure-of-a-swimmer:
“Uh, sure. I’ll contact you whenever there’s practice.” He took the number and put it inside his bag. “Well then, see you later.” He stares at the man as the other ran to class. ‘He’s one weird kid.’ He thought to himself.
Akihiko gave one last enthusiastic wave before he turned on his heel and ran off to class, one hand gripping the handle of his backpack tightly. He felt like he was floating! Some nice upperclassman on the swim team just offered to give him swimming lessons and—oh. Oh shit.
i-i forgot to ask for his name………
composure-of-a-swimmer:
akihiko-kun:
uh well, any day during the weekends. and most of the week is fine. i don’t work or anything so um, i’m mostly free after school and stuff.
“Okay then, after school I can teach you here. Maybe an hour per session would do. Now, aren’t you suppose to be on class now? The bell’s gonna ring for about… 10 minutes. I’m going to head on my next class too if you don’t mind.”
th-thank you so much! ah right, yeah i should head to class! but uh, here’s my number just in case something happens. or if you wanted to arrange lessons outside of school.
Akihiko hastily fumbled with his bag, practically sweating as he grabbed for any form of writing utensil or paper. Finally he found a ripped off notebook paper from earlier and one of his pens and scribbled his number, handing it to the kind older male standing before him.
s-see you later then, senpai!
