Translucent Waters (Nanase Haruka Love Story) (Free! Iwatobi Swimming Club)

Epilogue II: Part 1

*Set two years before the wedding*

Mizushima Kasumi's Point of View

I scrambled around my room one way to the other in search for my favorite gray dress shirt.

Needless to say, I had a date with Nanase later, and I had less than ten minutes to get ready.

I tugged my jeans on as I hopped over to the bathroom to do my makeup.

It surely does pay to work on your college essays before a date. Don't tell Nanase, but I may or may not have forgotten about the date . . .

I quickly applied some chap-stick before puffing a little blush across my cheeks in a rush before adding a little mascara to my lashes.

After that was done, I made haste to find my gray shirt. Rummaging here and there, through closet through closet, under the bed to the corner, I finally found the piece of clothing on the floor under my desk.

Served me right for not being organized . . . But then again . . . Who wants to clean their room everyday?

Not me. At least, not now anyways..

I quickly dressed myself into my shirt, spraying a little, floral-scented perfume on myself, before rushing out to the front door, quickly grabbing my black flats out the front door.

As I rushed out, I immediately bumped into someone.

"Woah there," the man grabbed my shoulders in reflex before muttering. "Relax."

Bewildered for a moment, I then regained my composure before lightly steadying my breath, "Oh, Nanase . . ."

He stood there awkwardly for a moment. Reality was . . . we hadn't met for a few months as he was competing around the world representing Japan and I was stuck at college, trying to get a degree in medicine.

I bit my lip nervously, not looking into his eyes, "I missed you."

He looked away from me too. We were in the hallway. Awkward . . . as always . . . kinda.

Nanase was wearing a black coat, a gray scarf, khakis, and loafers. His hands were in his pockets before he hesitantly extended to envelop my hand.

"Ready for dinner?" he asked bluntly.

I gave him a small smile, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, "Yeah."

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The walk there was, again, awkward. We didn't really talk, but rather relished the unwantingly uncomfortable silence. We did text here and there, but our schedules always conflicted and would barely ever talk but for a few minutes through text and the occasional phone call.

I missed him . . . a lot. But, as of right now, I honestly didn't know if he missed me at all. He was all . . . cold . . . again.

We eventually arrived at the diner. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it was one of our favorite restaurants to go to for burgers and fries.

He opened the door for me to enter before sitting down with me by a window, which displayed the plethora of everyday citizens who rushed around the bustling city of Tokyo.