From the inside of Rin's pockets, his fingers twitched, wearing against the inner material like some kind of nervous habit that would make the fleece coarse if he did it often enough. He doesn't, thankfully, but for now the relative softness against his thumb and knuckles was enough.
Haru does not make Rin nervous, never has in all the years they've known each other on and off. Not when he was a kid and not now as a young adult. It's not Haru that makes him nervous but everything else around him that seems to be moving at breakneck speed and Haru was letting it, as far as Rin can tell, roll right past him without giving it any serious attention at all. Time skips when you blink and Rin is convinced that Haru might as well have his eyes closed.
This time, he isn't going to just leave like he had done when Makoto told him Haru wasn't in; he'd wait as long as he needs to so he can actually talk to Haru instead of talking about Haru to someone else. But the fact is that if Rin thinks Haru is letting time fly past him, Rin's mind is on horizon without spending any time on the now. It's not on the radar for him still, nor on the way the last few months and the words of everyone around him have been weighing on Haru at all.
When the knocks fade out and Rin is left standing there stupidly, the voice coming to him from his side startles him. It jolts through his bones and up his spine, making him turn quickly with stunned eyes finding Haru instantly.
The way the corridor stretches out behind him reminds Rin of the approach to the stadium pool, except there's no light at the end, no place to reach for except Haru standing in the uniform design of the hotel. It throws Rin, unsettles whatever expectation of this meeting he had imagined for them and makes his shoulders hunch momentarily. But not for long. No, he came for a reason and Haru does not make him nervous.
The breath he pulls in makes his back straighten as he fixes the other boy with a steadied stare.
"We need to talk, Haru. Now."
He doesn't mean to sound demanding or like he's addressing a kouhai he thinks is falling behind, but that is probably how it sounds coming from a place where he feels like time is slipping rapidly through his fingers like water, and trying to keep hold of Haru is just as difficult. The approach is all wrong, the motivation is all wrong, but Rin doesn't see any of that yet.
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Haru does not make Rin nervous, never has in all the years they've known each other on and off. Not when he was a kid and not now as a young adult. It's not Haru that makes him nervous but everything else around him that seems to be moving at breakneck speed and Haru was letting it, as far as Rin can tell, roll right past him without giving it any serious attention at all. Time skips when you blink and Rin is convinced that Haru might as well have his eyes closed.
This time, he isn't going to just leave like he had done when Makoto told him Haru wasn't in; he'd wait as long as he needs to so he can actually talk to Haru instead of talking about Haru to someone else. But the fact is that if Rin thinks Haru is letting time fly past him, Rin's mind is on horizon without spending any time on the now. It's not on the radar for him still, nor on the way the last few months and the words of everyone around him have been weighing on Haru at all.
When the knocks fade out and Rin is left standing there stupidly, the voice coming to him from his side startles him. It jolts through his bones and up his spine, making him turn quickly with stunned eyes finding Haru instantly.
The way the corridor stretches out behind him reminds Rin of the approach to the stadium pool, except there's no light at the end, no place to reach for except Haru standing in the uniform design of the hotel. It throws Rin, unsettles whatever expectation of this meeting he had imagined for them and makes his shoulders hunch momentarily. But not for long. No, he came for a reason and Haru does not make him nervous.
The breath he pulls in makes his back straighten as he fixes the other boy with a steadied stare.
"We need to talk, Haru. Now."
He doesn't mean to sound demanding or like he's addressing a kouhai he thinks is falling behind, but that is probably how it sounds coming from a place where he feels like time is slipping rapidly through his fingers like water, and trying to keep hold of Haru is just as difficult. The approach is all wrong, the motivation is all wrong, but Rin doesn't see any of that yet.