Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
he could watch him for a single second, and he'd find a thousand things he loved
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FEBRUARY FIFTEENTH TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
9:12 in the morning
CHEERS RESOUNDED THROUGHOUT the open-spaced outdoor pool, the sound bouncing off the buzzing air particles. Tobio sat on the stands, more towards the front. With his hands on his lap, he stared at the reflective water, feeling the calming emotions drift through his bond. He never understood the appeal of water, but he could feel Sora's emotions, the glee, the anticipation, the pure, genuine joy. It never failed to warm Tobio's heart.
Swimming for Sora was like volleyball for him.
A passion they loved to death. A passion that made them feel better about themselves. Made them feel whole in a way that romantic connections could not.
"Hey."
Tobio snapped out of his ruminations, glancing to the side to see an unfamiliar face with a kind smile staring down at him, hands wrapped around two bottles of water. The unknown teen offered one of them to him.
"You looked thirsty," he explained. Tobio took it gratefully, although surprise lingered in his actions. "My name's Lucca."
"Kage— Tobio," he corrected, slowly becoming accustomed to Europe's usage of people's first names. His head tilted to the side at the recognition of his mother tongue rolling off his tongue eloquently. "You speak Japanese?"
Lucca beamed, "I speak multiple languages." Tobio nodded, unscrewing the cap and drinking the water, mumbling a thanks to the light-haired boy. It was strange for Tobio — seeing someone with hair whiter than yellow. Most Japanese men had dark hair. The only way for it to be lightened was if they bleached it. But here, in Italy, Tobio was coming to the realisation that many people had blond hair. As his eyes drifted to look at the boy, Tobio couldn't help but wonder what Sora would look like with lighter-coloured hair.
Speaking of our best boi.
Down below, Sora's eyes darkened. Having felt the fluctuation of emotions, Sora's attention shifted, spotting an unfamiliar male sitting beside his Tobio. Jealousy sat in the pits of his stomach, in the depths of his eyes.
"Hey, Sora," called his teammate, blue eyes sparkling like the water they were about to swim through. "It's time to get ready." The foreign language translated itself in his brain effortlessly, the jumbled, differently pronounced words making sense.
Sora tore his gaze away.
"Yeah."
"So, who are you here for?" Lucca asked the raven-haired boy beside him. Appreciative eyes took him in. He was young, probably fifteen or sixteen, and utterly gorgeous. That was something nobody could deny. Although he had yet to lose the baby fat around his cheeks, his sharp sapphire eyes made up for it, piercing those that spare a glance at them. His default expression, Lucca realised, was a scowl. Lips curved downwards, brows focused in concentration. It was cute. Adorably so.
