Cont. [x] // @orcx-nus​​​​

       There was a time when only anger and contempt was conveyed in his actions. When he's feeling triggered the world and everyone else is behind a thick wall of glass. His only response is to lash out. However, after he rekindled his relationship with his friends and gotten to experience his wish, that side of him slowly became tamer and tamer. It still lingers, but it’s exposed rarely. He’s felt more like the kid he used to be before he went to Australia. Bringing back that romantic sense of things. Such drastic polar ends on the spectrum, if one would think about it. But if there is a way for him to respond to confrontation, it would be with his teeth bared. Much like a mirror, he reacts to hostility in the same manner it’s been thrown at him. And thus he could get himself into trouble occasionally.

       His goal is to return without his mother or Gou seeing him. So for that, he’d mentioned he’ll be staying somewhere else for a day or two. His aim is to rent a hotel room until he can conceal the bruises on himself at least. There’s some guilt swelling in his chest, knowing he’d promised his mother to stay over for a while before he has to leave again. His trail of thought is cut short when he hears a familiar voice call out to him.

       He stops on his tracks, his head is dipped low, with the maroon locks hanging over his face. It’s not enough to conceal his busted lower lip. But there’s a fire in his gaze that he’s been hiding. One of disdain for the person he’d gotten in a fight with. He can’t tell Makoto he ran into delinquents. Rin used to make acquaintances with a few in the past but that ceased. And it must be why they saw him as some sort of threat when he refused to interact or have anything to do with them.

       A pair of hands grip onto him and as though the ground becomes steady beneath his feet. He’s been spacing out and not realizing the pain to his leg. Good thing though, this was worth it. By propelling his leg he blocked a promising hit, which allowed him to get away with a few injuries here and there.

       Makoto is talking to him and he’s processing everything. Lifting his head where the curtain of red strands reveals his eyes, he looks at Makoto. He does look worried. A hum-like sound emits like a puff of air through Rin’s nose. Great. If he didn’t shock his mother and sister, then it would’ve been a friend.

       “I’ll be fine. What’s a little roughhouse? I can take it. And I did. They won’t be coming to me again.” He can afford to be a little complacent about it.

       “Oh.” Rin considers Makoto’s offer. Well, the further away from his family the better for now. But his father must be watching over him right now. He wouldn’t want to disappoint him.

       The shark gives a nod of agreement, “Yeah. Guess, I’m lucky to be on my feet, heh. And sure. Wouldn’t want to bother you with this, though.”

{— ❥     kissing starters   — || accepting }                                                                 —— » [ @orcx-nus​  ] said:                                                                                  ❝   '' i really want to kiss you. ''     ❞    

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[  🦈 ] —    It had been quite an evening. Not long ago (just a few hours, at least) Rin had a phone call from Makoto stating that he was at the airport waiting for him to picked up. The redhead didn’t know his boyfriend was coming to see him and he had all but jumped out of his bed, dressed up in a manner of minutes before rushing out his apartment building and towards his car.

Once Makoto was in his sight, Rin rushed towards the giant and flung himself into his arms. And no, he was totally not crying and cursing up a storm because...

Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming, you idiot?!

Anyway, now at home, with some homemade food he just prepared and placed it over the table, their view of the city right next to him. Rin was not about to waste money on some food that he could easily make for his boyfriend, especially in making one of Makoto’s favorites.

As they sat down, Rin happily watched Makoto savor his meal, he was too engross in watching the other male, still not believing he was here, and almost didn’t hear him.

He blinked out of his dreamy daze before realizing what the other said. With a grin, Rin walked over towards Makoto, grabbing a napkin as he straddled Makoto’s lap as he wiped his lips. As if he didn’t want to kiss either.

          “Then, what are you waiting for? I missed you so much, Makoto.”

He almost purred, dropping the napkin and letting his hands roam through soft brown locks before pulling him forward; if Makoto wanted to kiss him, who the hell was he to deny him that?

@orcx-nus asked: ❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜ @ ssk or haru!

Teal eyes move over to Makoto, an inkling of surprise coloring his face before it settles on thoughtfulness. He lowers the water bottle from his lips, humming gently as he gazes across the water.

"When I had this injury, I only had one big fear..."

Sousuke touches his shoulder gently, squeezing it lightly and feeling no pain. He was more scared of the surgery failing and never being able to swim again more than anything else. The chance of reinjuring it is possible, but not unless he pushes himself more than his rehabilitation would allow. He smiles at the other male gently.

"I've conquered that fear already, so now there's nothing to fear. And you're doing a good job helping me with rehabilitation too."

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for all the people that knew haru, they knew he would never dare lay a hand on makoto. obviously there was that time when he and makoto got into an argument, haru having gripped makoto's arm to shove him back a couple of steps out of pure frustration; but when it came down to it, haru would never maliciously harm his best friend.

that is, until his intrusive thoughts got the better of him.

so here they were, surprise clearly written on both of their faces as haru had slightly pushed makoto a little too rough into the wall behind him, resulting in a disgruntled noise slipping from the taller man. ❝ s-sorry. ❞ haru was quick to stutter, taking a step back and bringing makoto with him so he was no longer leaning against the wall. 

❝ i don't know what got into me.. ❞ his own face contorted into its own confusion, pale skin a tiny bit flushed in embarrassment from the situation at hand. ❝ you're not hurt too much, are you? ❞

Seduced

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          Although they could not hear through water, vibrations were felt. Completely bound and blindfolded, chained hands press to the glass of the tank unable to do much in this state. Eyes could be felt on them, boring into them as part of this freakshow’s newest attraction. Morphing could have raised some brows, but the liquid they’re kept saturated in made that nigh impossible anyway. They weren’t just a some merman as they’ve so insultingly advertised as. 

          Being immortal left them capable of many things including brainwashing. And although using their voice in the water was not possible and their telepathy could not be heard if they make no contact with the person of choice, they didn’t panic. There were plenty of opportunities to use someone. Minutes into today’s show pass and the vibrations increase as to where Kaleolani could tell people were screaming and running. Many had come to see the beauty of the aquatic creature, but their turn never did come. 

          They wouldn’t be able to hear much else or feel them over the vibrations of the tank being lowered. Once secluded into darkness, they use the surface of the tank top scrape off the blindfold. They were used to the vibrations of applause and dance, but this was different. This was not joyous. This was fear. Panic. And not knowing what it could be from spread the panic unto them. They were down under the floorboards. Most do not know of them being here even. But the shatter of wood collapsing a few meters away gave them a pretty good idea of what could be going on. Smoke. Fire.

【 ⎯⎯⎯ ✞  ; @orcx-nus​. 】 ( makoto. )

   As   much   as   he   liked   going   to   Makoto's   swim   meets;   he   found   the   crowds   insufferable.   The   concession   stands   never   served   anything   close   to   edible   and   the   coaches   never   ceased   their   infernal   YAPPING.   He      only   ever   went   to   support   Makoto   and   his   team.   

    ❛   You   know   I   could   always   make   a   terrible   storm   cancel   the   meet   if   you're   too   nervous.   Perhaps   a   stray   stroke   of   lightning   to   excite   the   crowd.   ❜   he's   only   teasing   of   course.   Unless   ?

@orcx-nus​ || Starter Call || Verse: TBA

“Hey.. It’s been awhile, how have you been?” He called out to Makoto, a little relieved to see a familiar face. He would never understand how he managed to get lucky enough to run into someone he knew in such a big city. Sousuke knew he should have gone with Rin instead of insisting that he could find his way back to the hotel on his own.

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jikyuuryoku asked:

❛ i want you in my bed and between my legs. ❜

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@jikyuuryoku

        Well, that was a surprise.

        Ai wasn’t known to blurt out such bold requests so easily, but it surely ignited something deep inside Makoto nonetheless. This was a long time coming.

        They had been doing this little dance for a while now, and it had been getting harder and harder to hold back from pushing it further than the occasional subtle tease or flirting. Yet it seemed the smaller one could no longer handle it.

        It might have a lot to do with the fact that the brunet had ‘accidentally’ stumbled in the Samezuka locker room as they were the last two left in there, effectively trapping Ai between his hands and against the lockers as he ‘stabilized’ himself.

        They spent quite a tense moment afterwards in silence as Makoto stared down at the other, not quite menacingly but definitely strikingly, faces close enough to nearly feel each other’s breath before he finally responded.

“… I’m not sure Rin would appreciate walking in to such a sight…”         he eventually hummed out softly. “… But I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

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It was definitely backwards; Ai doesn’t think he and Makoto have said anything about feelings, and the farthest they’ve gone is a bit of heavy petting during one or two spontaneous makeout sessions behind Samezuka’s natatorium. And even then, Ai can count on one hand the number of times they’ve let their isolated flirting escalate to that point.

This, though...

A part of him felt bad; his tongue was quicker than his brain was and rather than filtering like he might’ve tried to normally in this situation, his idiot mouth blurt out the first damn thing he thought the moment his back was against those lockers. It was rude to subject Makoto to such an intimate demand. 

But the other part of him didn’t feel bad at all. 

He sucks in a breath; Makoto was still dangerously close, and not moving away, and Ai can feel his veins thrumming with adrenaline. His breath coats Ai’s lips; a sharp inhale tells Ai that Makoto tastes strongly of mint. He swallows thick.

“He’s away.” Probably looking for Nanase-san. As was the routine after these joint practices. Ai turns his cheek, but never once stops looking at Makoto. “And not coming back for a while. 

It’s just us, Tachibana-san.”

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       The outcome brings about smirk, a sense of playful mischief. His aim was precise but Makoto’s block was pretty quick for someone who just got caught off guard. In all honesty, Rin is glad that the other managed to see the crimson balloon on time. He was half concerned for a moment but it looks like all went smoothly. He would be lying if he wasn’t impressed.

        And just like that, the redhead lets out a chuckle, the conceit that was depicted upon his facial features has now transformed into something softer, a joyous grin.

       “You’ve got fast reflexes. I was worried there ya might not react on time.” Teasing words play on his vocal cords. The shark has his one hand on his hip whilst the other is lightly bouncing another balloon filled with water on his palm. Ruby red optics convey a smouldering flare, a hint for a challenge. That is— if Makoto is up for it.

       “There’s more where that came from. Wanna have fun?”

soukisu bc nobody asked >:c

Finally, the food I deserve.

send me a ship:

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

This is a good ship. Why is it a good ship? I shall tell you. It is a good ship because it’s sexy Sousuke is notoriously uncommunicative and Kisumi has shown repeatedly during his small slots in the storyline to be incredibly perceptive both of himself and others which works out wonderfully because it means Sousuke doesn’t have to work hard or struggle to be understood, he just is and that already puts him in a comfortable place. I also love the fact he’s one of the few characters to draw out Sousuke’s more goofy and playful side and there’s no holding back from either party. First and foremost these two are friends and have been for a very long time and Kisumi is almost as fluent as Rin is in the language of Sousuke quirks. It’s just a very no drama, no mess kind of relationship and anyone who has followed me for more than 10 minutes will know I don’t particularly care for deep angst in my Sousuke ships because HE’S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY LET HIM HAVE SOMETHING??? Another solid 16/10 rating.

@orcx-nus inquired - “I saw a ghost on the stairs.” @kisumi or haru, whichever strikes ur fancy uwu

"Ooh a ghost, really? Which stairs~? Let's go check it out Mako-chan~!"

Kisumi isn't taking a no, blatantly ignoring the bigger mans protests and adamant refusal to go back to those stairs. It was probably nothing after all.

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together ]  ❞

summer rain truly did hit differently. sousuke wasn't closed in more than his swimming trunks and his jersey, currently having dragged a certain big male away from the others. the school festival was really loud in the background and through the spare number of trees, he could still see fairly well what was going on. he had not come across that many lively school events before but whenever he saw the sheer enthusiasm of the iwatobi swim crew, maybe the rest of the school was very much alike and sousuke... well, he had just come over to say hi anyways.

but it was too loud and now that they were away from the crowds, it had started to rain. it was fairly nice on the warm skin, although it would probably annoy him later on, when he was going to wear his civil clothes again...

big orbs looked over at makoto, one hand reaching over to grab his hand, pulling him closer. "are you having fun?" he asked curiously, his second hand settling on the other male's hips. "it's really a little unfair how much time you get to spend with your teammates." sousuke was... jealous and he knew, but he couldn't change the fact he was not part of his swim team and sousuke did like his own.

he just wanted more time with makoto, preferably alone.

@orcx-nus​ : Piggy back rides!  my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back \ . via: xo . /

“Trust me, I can lift ya.”

Questionable. Nagisa was the smaller of the four, sure, but he still had to lift weights same as everyone else. Perhaps not in the same weight class, but Nagisa wasn’t as frail and weak as many would think. The blonde skipped ahead of his brunette friend to offer his back. His may not be as wide as Makoto’s, but he had muscle in his thighs; all that mattered was that he lift with his left. Besides, homies helped each other out during training; this could just be an extra mini regimen! 

“C’mon, Mako-chan, this’ll be fun!”

Determining just how many steps Nagisa could make it afterwards was going to be the next question.

@orcx-nus

   The summer is hot and the only place Yoshihito can find a place to cool down are the days the kids insist on going to the pool. He still hasn’t quite figured out why he agreed to dedicate his summer to a camp on behalf of the chairwoman, but then he remembers, in his sticky, heat-stricken state, that she agreed to pay his fall tuition upon returning to University. 

   So spraying the hose on to a plethora of toddlers doesn’t feel half as bad until the slightly warm water of the kiddy pool hits his shins. A small frown displays itself, lightly tsking at the screeching bunch until he gives himself a good spray. 

   Ah-- much better. 

   Another reason Yoshihito likes to go to the pool on the hotter afternoons is because the only other counselor he’s quite fond of does his own lessons at the pool. They’d talked a handful of times since the summer had started, but there’s something about the way that they catch each other’s gazes from across the way that brings a smile to Yoshihito’s face. 

   He’d lift his hand before calling out, “Mako-chan! Your form has gotten better!” he’d tease, not knowing the first thing about swimming to begin with. But-- what Makoto doesn’t know, won’t kill him.

MAKOTO & KALEO FOR KID MEME

If they had a kid… @orcx-nus

Name: Noelani (It means heavenly mist in Hawaiian)Gender: Boy ( or NB like kaleo )General Appearance: Black hair like Kaleolani’s, but Makoto’s green droopy eyes. They’d be born with legs, but are a natural born swimmer. It was probably hard to tell if they were even part siren upon being born. They likely had to live their life on land for the most part until their magic developed.Personality: They would feel anxious quite often throughout their development because as they grow they’ll likely experience things that are abnormal to a human but normal for a siren. There aren’t many others to teach them of what to do and that it’s normal. They would be a bit shy and timid. A real cry baby though. Easy to pick on too. They’d be self conscious, but would look to Makoto as a role model and wish to be like him. Special Talents: Like Kaleo, they have a lovely singing voice as well as many other creative talents and hobbies. Who they like better: Papa Makoto !Who they take after more: Depends. They have some of Makoto’s personality traits, but Kaleolani’s abilities and appearance. They look more like Makoto as a baby, but grow to look a lot like Kaleo the older they get.Personal Head canon: If they were to ever go to a school of sorts, they’d have a hard time making friends and would likely stay to themself more.Face Claim: Hikaru Azuma from With the light

@orcx-nus​ said:

Lightly brushed his fingers over the nape of }Rin’s neck, currently exposed by the small red ponytail. It’s too tempting to nip nip.

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Makoto’s Tokyo apartment was a unique luxury; it had a nice, robust air conditioning unit which made the otherwise humid summers he’d grown used to seem like an unnecessary struggle. The air quality was certainly different compared to Australia, as well; here, it was a lot more humid. Dense and moist and stifling, whereas back in Australia, Rin could stand the heat - it was much drier, and felt less like drowning in your own sweat.

All of this is to say, of course, that Rin found no qualms laying down on Makoto’s cool hardwood floor, with the cool air conditioning blasting right over his back, just about primed to take a nap. It was four pm, but who was around to stop him? 

Last his eyes had been open, Makoto was occupied with a book of some sort; they’d both come in from a long city excursion and seemed ready to vegetate for at least a few hours. 

On his stomach, Rin can feel soft knuckles press against the sensitive skin of his nape.

An eye opens, looking up to Makoto curiously. And Rin seems to consider for a moment before he smirks, closes his eyes, and-- rolls over.

It was a challenge. You can do more than just touch me there, Makoto.