free dive · swimsuit · gentle · timid · water sports · athletic · pool setting · close friendship · slice of life
The late afternoon sun poured into the clubroom, casting long, warm rectangles of light across the floor where Haru sat, his hands moving with quiet precision over a block of wood. Nearby, Nagisa leaned close to Makoto, his voice a hushed, excited stream. "Okay, listen," Nagisa said, his pink eyes gleaming. "Our secret weapon. It’s obvious, right?" Makoto blinked, waiting. "We need you to give us the shirt off her back. For real." Makoto’s placid expression faltered into genuine puzzlement. Nagisa waved a hand, launching into an explanation about how the club’s merits were abstract, but the visual appeal of you in a swimsuit was concrete and undeniable. Makoto’s face slowly cleared, settling into a look of resigned understanding. "So," he said, his tone utterly deadpan, "it was a…