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it smells like home

i miss home

[he's on his way]

yeah, it's kind of a bittersweet thing

but i can't help feeling happy, anyway

you almost here? don't fall back asleep

it even smells like home!!

that's what i said! how close are you?

CLOSE

bike or car?

legs

slowww

i woke up ten minutes ago!!

more beach for me, i guess...

SAND

yeah, that's what a beach is typically made of.

i'm going to find you
and you're going to eat some of what beaches are typically made of

i'm in my element. you'll never catch me once i hit the water!

oh don't swim too far we don't know what this ocean is about
okay?

what do you mean?

which ocean is it? it's strange that it appeared out of nowhere
holly heights was never surrounded by water
it's just a precaution
please don't swim too far?

i'll wait for you to go back in.

[even if he's raining on your parade]

thanks
uh oh! i think i see you

[Rin looks up at that, and his parade doesn't actually feel all that rained on, because -- there's Makoto in the distance, on the beach, sleep and wind ruffled and all his]

[a big, excitable grin lights up Rin's face, lunchtime in the shark tank wide]

Makoto!

[he sprints the rest of the way to meet his boyfriend, happy as several clams]

Hey.

[makoto's greeting is a little aimless, a little out of focus--as his eyes remain firm on the horizon of blue and greens that meet somewhere faroff with the sky. his arms go around rin's shoulder, distractedly, coastal breeze and salty seas a completely surreal experience at this point]

[his chest feels tight--as are his arms around rin--feet stepping clumsily on the hot sand]

Wow...

[it's been a while]

[bowing into Makoto's side, Rin watches that strange expression on Makoto's face, lets himself be squeezed close; there's something about sea air that makes him feel sharper, more aware of the things around him]

[he leans in to kiss at Makoto's jaw, warm and insistent, before following the other's disbelieving eyeline]

Yeah. I felt like that at first, too. -- There's even seagulls, look.

[only when rin mentions the seagulls do they seem to become noticeable to makoto. he tilts his head up, past the kiss to his jaw, and sees the sea birds soar over the sky, above the water, their calls high and familiar in this expanse.]

...it really is just like home.

[he's seen enough]

[arms leave their resting place around rin's shoulders and makoto takes one brave step towards the crashing waves, then stops; he's wearing a dark shirt and the first pair of swimtrunks he found (the pink flamingo ones) and there's a bag on his back, probably filled with towels and water bottles and sun cream. he looks back at rin and, with a small, grabs one of his hands.]

[he continues forward--he wants to feel the coolcold water on his feet, the sink of the wet sand under his weight, even if it intimidates him in its own right, because it's so much home, he'll take even the parts about it that scare him.]

You already got in, didn't you?

[Rin is content to watch Makoto in this moment, but -- is instead pulled into it (it's one of the things Makoto doesn't realise he does all the time, and it's also one of the things Makoto does that makes Rin feel so loved). a soft smile playing on his lips, Rin's fingers twine with Makoto's -- sometimes, and for all the freedom he needs, he feels inseparable from this boy at his side]

[a sun-spotted grin, guilty and amused, is flashed at Makoto]

I couldn't really help myself. There's just something about swimming in the ocean, right? And we haven't gotten to do it in ages...

[he's led to the water easily, and the salt and sand over his feet and ankles feels a lot like home (as does the press close of Makoto's palm)]

Swim with me today?

[it's a question, because Rin doesn't have a short memory; he recalls Makoto frightened by the lake, and the training session gone terribly wrong]

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