Free! One Shots { Taking request }

Closer to You { Haruka x Reader }

The adrenaline ran smoothly through your body's arteries and vessels. Soaring as if it had some place to go; a destination.

The constant buzz of 7 billion nerves firing all over your skin, piercing but sensational. It sent shots and waves of magnificent spices throughout and it. Felt. Awesome.

As she swum viciously through the water, Haruka couldn't do anything but spectate. Here she was, star of the show. Practising for the swimathon. This was the very girl who everyone's been talking about. Everyone.

Haruka was a decent swimmer, in fact quite talented. He'd won a few races, here and there. He even created his own swimming technique. But when it came to you, it was something else.

He'd agree that Yes, he'd be able to identify a good swimmer when they swam; any one would.

Hence when he saw you, Jheeze that was something else. Because you were utterly shit at swimming.

As you splashed around the pool, he watched you. Every stroke, every hand movement, every kick, every splash. He watched it all. He just didn't understand why you kept on going with such a sport you were untalented with.

You were one of the best sportswomen he knew, any sport ( on land that was), you could master within a day. All the pro clubs wanted you yet you stuck to swimming.

Haruka found it quite stressful. He dreamed of having your talent and ability hence you came and tried to master his sport. He saw this as selfishness, even if he was ten times better.

Without further a do, the water loving male stood up from the high audience seatings and cupped his hands to his face.

"Oi, [Y/N]!" You kept on swimming till the very end of the pool until bopping your head above the surface of the water.

"Ehh?" You looked around the water based room. Was someone calling me just now?

You rotated your vision over to the bleachers to see none other than your crush, Haruka calling out to you. You smiled enthusiastically. Was he finally noticing your wonderful skills?

"Hey Hey!" You bobbed up and down in the water, to keep yourself sturdy in the fluent medium of liquid.

He shook his head and seemed to of stamped his foot on the bleachers' floor.

"No! Don't 'Hey Hey' me! You flipping suck!" He seemed to have groaned afterwards and throw some sort of tantrum by stomping up and down the row on which he was on. This was definitely a new sight for you. For all you knew, he was really calm. A guy of very few words. Was he really okay? Because he'd be the last person to act out like this.

You would of taken him seriously. As in, become effected by your crush telling you that 'you suck'. But you weren't for only 2 reasons.

1). He was throwing an unusual tantrum. For all we know, he could be sick in the head and not know what he's doing or saying.

2). Yeah, I kinda do suck. Both. Ways. ;)

I giggled to myself and decided that for today, I should head home. I heaved myself up out of the pool and loosened up the excess water in my swimsuit by pulling the material and allowing it to immediately slap back in its place. I did this several times as I walked around the sides of the pool and made sure to walk in view of the bleachers.

"Hey Haru!" You looked up and smirked at the fuming boy. You didn't know what you did to make him this upset but who cared? This was amusing.

You decided to be a little meaner because no one gets angry at you without a valid reason. You made sure to be directly under Haruka's view before pulling the elastic of the swimming costume that lay on your collar bone away from you, leaving quite a revealing site of your cleavage for him to see. You leaned your head back to look up at his rather red, flushed face. Of course he'd be embarrassed but it didn't stop him from looking.