[Rin was abysmal at understanding that not everyone functioned the way he did. Rin had known that change would propel him forward in elementary school. He'd transferred to Iwatobi knowing that he was leaving something behind. It was a necessary risk, and the gamble had paid off. He'd swam in the best relay with the best team! With that successful change behind him, the boy had been ready for another. Whether Rin knew how inspired he had left the other's was dubious. The fire burning in his chest left him looking only at one thing. He'd gone to Australia determined to be able to reach out and touch his dream, just like before.
If he were a stronger person than Makoto, maybe he could have handled himself. But he faltered and fell before being lifted up by his friends, Makoto included. The fear of change was not something Rin considered idiotic. After what he had been through, that would be impossible. Still, the redhead stood by his boldfaced optimism. If Makoto initiated this change, he could control it!
At least it seemed like the other boy was growing more agreeable through each message. Makoto's umpteenth apology went unresponded to, but Rin could ony cock his head with a sideways smile as he read it. He could see Makoto's face now, guilty and flustered. It was endearing.
The notion of going to see the other face to face had never left the back of his mind, but it's spark was lit anew when Rin thought of how Makoto must be looking now, chewing over what to say in the next text. Surely it would be a long, flowery piece of what he loved about this mystery crush. Rin wished he was there to see Makoto's face when he pressed send. Each minute that passed only allowed the redhead to consider the notion more and more seriously.
Finally, the alert sounded on his phone.
Rin opened the message with excitement akin to a child on Christmas morning. And was subsequently let down like he'd just discovered a bag of coal. Their smile!? Of course he liked their fucking smile. It was one of the first things anyone ever noticed in a crush! Rin thought of Sousuke's lazy smirk of a grin, of Haru's barely upturned lips and of the stupid Mikoshiba smile. Whatever that meant was lost to him, as he was busy fuming over the lack of exposition on his phone screen.
He wanted to throw it. If ony he could chuck it hard enough for the damn thing to fly through the air and hit Makoto in the head. All playful musings as to how the other boy would be smiling sheepishly, blushing or fidgeting were gone. This was serious!]
You can't seriously expect me to figure it out from that!
Give me more before I come and shake it out of you.
[Rin had no confidence that Makoto would be able to elaborate if it took upwards of twenty minutes to wiggle 'nice smile' out of him. So he was back to threats. And a few minutes later, after he'd calmed down from the initial shock and anger spark, a heavy leading hand.]
Do they smile a lot? Barely? Tell me about it. Not what you like about it. [Or all he'd get was 'its cute'.] Just describe the smile, and don't halfass it!
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If he were a stronger person than Makoto, maybe he could have handled himself. But he faltered and fell before being lifted up by his friends, Makoto included. The fear of change was not something Rin considered idiotic. After what he had been through, that would be impossible. Still, the redhead stood by his boldfaced optimism. If Makoto initiated this change, he could control it!
At least it seemed like the other boy was growing more agreeable through each message. Makoto's umpteenth apology went unresponded to, but Rin could ony cock his head with a sideways smile as he read it. He could see Makoto's face now, guilty and flustered. It was endearing.
The notion of going to see the other face to face had never left the back of his mind, but it's spark was lit anew when Rin thought of how Makoto must be looking now, chewing over what to say in the next text. Surely it would be a long, flowery piece of what he loved about this mystery crush. Rin wished he was there to see Makoto's face when he pressed send. Each minute that passed only allowed the redhead to consider the notion more and more seriously.
Finally, the alert sounded on his phone.
Rin opened the message with excitement akin to a child on Christmas morning. And was subsequently let down like he'd just discovered a bag of coal. Their smile!? Of course he liked their fucking smile. It was one of the first things anyone ever noticed in a crush! Rin thought of Sousuke's lazy smirk of a grin, of Haru's barely upturned lips and of the stupid Mikoshiba smile. Whatever that meant was lost to him, as he was busy fuming over the lack of exposition on his phone screen.
He wanted to throw it. If ony he could chuck it hard enough for the damn thing to fly through the air and hit Makoto in the head. All playful musings as to how the other boy would be smiling sheepishly, blushing or fidgeting were gone. This was serious!]
You can't seriously expect me to figure it out from that!
Give me more before I come and shake it out of you.
[Rin had no confidence that Makoto would be able to elaborate if it took upwards of twenty minutes to wiggle 'nice smile' out of him. So he was back to threats. And a few minutes later, after he'd calmed down from the initial shock and anger spark, a heavy leading hand.]
Do they smile a lot? Barely? Tell me about it. Not what you like about it. [Or all he'd get was 'its cute'.] Just describe the smile, and don't halfass it!