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

Chapter Seven: Feelings

Chapter Seven

Feelings

 

Mizushima Kasumi’s Point of View

 

            I was standing in the locker rooms, sitting on the wooden bench, lined with mahogany rods and emptiness. A baby blue towel lay still around my neck. Thoughts were streaming through my mind.

            Nanase . . .

 

            Haruka . . .

 

            Why were these feelings arousing around you at such a time like this?

 

            How could I lose? I worked so hard to get where I am now.

 

            A few water droplets dripped from the ends of the strands of my bleached hair. What used to be black was now a hue of hazel. Nanase, on the other hand, had hair still as black as ever. I had no idea whether or not he dyed his hair or something, but . . . his hair was still beautiful. The way he swished his hair with a simple snap of the head . . . Hn . . . Why am I even thinking of such things?

            A sudden cheer of the crowds was heard from where I was now. It was either Kimura-san won or Makoto. In this case, since the girls were screaming ‘oh em gee’ here and there, I was presuming that Makoto won since he was so ‘kawaii.’ In which, he is in a sort of way, but why am I even admitting this to you now? I do not know.

            I unlocked my swim locker that stored my belongings- a set of clothes, water, phone, and simple picture that I still had from Haruka from when he dropped it accidentally back in the olden days.

            Truth was, I still held some emotions for the old team. They were kind, caring, and loving—all that I could possibly ask for, but . . . that was then and this is now. Tsk . . . Katy Perry moment.

            The TV in the waiting room was screening the next race—breaststroke.

            “Next in line is Matsumoto Arisu versus Hazuki Nagisa!” the speaker began. “With Nagisa with a current winning streak of nineteen, can Arisu beat his triumphant stretch? Or will he get to twenty with ease?”

            Arisu began raising the crowd’s enthusiasm, mostly with the males in the lot, while Nagisa started acing childish as ever . . . like a child . . .

            “Now!” the speaker roared. “On your marks . . . Get set . . . Go!”

            The two dived straight into the crystal waters. At each and every stroke, you could see the splashes rising from the impacts clearly. It was all so dramatic . . . in a way . . . that if you looked closely . . . you could see that it all seemed like a raging waterfall . . . Descending from the heavens with gravity pulling against its strings . . . Crashing down directly into the waters below . . . Celestial, if I may add.