NB!! On a mini hiatus. Rin Matsuoka || Swimmer || 17
;; baby, you're a lost cause.
Independent Rin Matsuoka RP blog. Mainly set for the time before the finale.
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tracked tag: sharkkun
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Though Rin’s eyes wandered when they broke apart, Haru’s did not. In a way, he was grateful for the shark’s averted, for it allowed him to watch Rin’s eyes without there being any awkwardness which, right now, was the best thing he could have asked for. There was something so undeniably adorable about Rin’s actions right now that Haru doubted he could rip his eyes away even if he wanted to.
He was sure his own heart must be beating just as fast as Rin’s yet somehow he managed to hold himself together, soaking up a sight he was sure he’d never see and that in itself keeping his outward appearance calm. About as calm as could be anyway, but that soon seemed to slip when Rin’s hand found a new spot to caress.
At that, he dropped his own gaze, suddenly unable to maintain it as he muttered, “That’s a cute face, Rin.”
– Rin expected the other one to naturally contain any sort of shyness. This was Haru after all, but he didn’t mind feeling that slight feeling of cerulean eyes upon him, because that meant it wouldn’t end up with them just standing there like idiots. Oh well, he already looked at them as idiots. Dorks. Something along the lines of that.
When he suddenly saw that Haru moved, seeming to drop his gaze like he was doing too, he couldn’t help but switch positions, now being the one looking at the other one instead of being the one being looked at. Rin blinked a few times before he smiled slightly and once again let his hand move, this time up to the raven’s hair to ruffle it, but only a little bit so it wouldn’t mess it up completely.
"I didn’t think you were ever one to give me compliments like that, Haru,“ he replied, surprised he hadn’t started to deny it while flushed. That would be his normal reaction, but something about this was just too special for him to ruin, so he decided to try and contain his small denial-comments inside of his own mind, strongly refusing to believe he had made any face that could be called ‘cute’.