The sound of the camera’s shutter was drowned out by the noise of the cheering crowd. Makoto moved from his post and adjusted the aperture before taking another series of action shots. In the span of seconds, the race was over. He chuckled before brushing a hand through his hair. He hoped he was able to capture the highlights of their race – from start to finish.
Makoto found himself waiting outside sitting on a bench as crowds upon crowds of people filed out of the exits. There were some families who lingered behind, waiting to congratulate their own athletes and embrace them for a job well done.
And speaking of the competitors.
Makoto’s very own duo appeared out of the building as Rin ran up to him and Haru was right behind him, following at a more leisurely pace.
“Makoto!” Rin grinned, smile all sharp. He placed his duffel bag down before slinging an arm around both him and Haru.
“Since our team placed in this tournament, we should all celebrate and go out to eat tonight.” He announced.
“Sounds good with me, where do you guys want to go?”
“I want to eat mackerel.” Haru piped up trying to get out of Rin’s grip.
“Of course you do, Haru.” Rin rolled his eyes fondly.
Makoto laughed before suggesting a new restaurant that opened down the street. If they rushed, they could make it before the dinnertime crowd came in.
Rin and Haru both slung their duffel bags cross their chests and Makoto adjusted the camera bag’s strap around him. The three of them decided to walk together and engaged in small talk. It was the little moments like these that Makoto cherished. He didn’t have plans to continue swimming competitively after high school. So, Makoto feared and worried that he would get left behind by these two who pursued their own dreams. He was happy for them, really he was, but without them his life seemed a little less…colorful and bright.
Makoto snapped out of his reverie when he noticed Rin’s hand right in front of his face.
“Earth to Makoto, come in Makoto. Anyone home?”
“Ah, sorry Rin! Just thinking.”
Rin turned around to face him and began to walk backwards, “Care to share?”
“Rin, that’s dangerous! You might run into something or others may run into you!” Makoto chastised.
The redhead slowed his pace before coming to a full stop in front of them. Haru, to his right, also slowed down and gently leaned on his arm – a publically affectionate Haru was a rare sight. Makoto realized he must have been more distracted and wallowing on the “what if’s” more than he thought.
“You can tell us anything you now.” Haru spoke quietly, but seriously.
In front of Makoto, Rin nodded. “We’re a team, all three of us.”
An overwhelming sense of fondness rushed into Makoto as he stared down at the two. Yes, what was he so worried about? These two were the ones who found him when he went away to Tokyo, and if he ever felt lost or misdirected again, he could count on them to find him again and show him the way out. They’ve been together since childhood, have been separated on numerous occasions, but still managed to find each other in the end.
Makoto grinned warmly, “…just worrying about if I took enough pictures of your guys’ event.”
“Oh! Right, the pictures! Once we’re seated down at a table, you can share the shots you took.”
“I’d like to see them too, Makoto.”
Yes.
This arrangement was alright.
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I accidentally read "pornographers" as photographers and this drabble came out. OvO;;
FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G
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The sound of the camera’s shutter was drowned out by the noise of the cheering crowd. Makoto moved from his post and adjusted the aperture before taking another series of action shots. In the span of seconds, the race was over. He chuckled before brushing a hand through his hair. He hoped he was able to capture the highlights of their race – from start to finish.
Makoto found himself waiting outside sitting on a bench as crowds upon crowds of people filed out of the exits. There were some families who lingered behind, waiting to congratulate their own athletes and embrace them for a job well done.
And speaking of the competitors.
Makoto’s very own duo appeared out of the building as Rin ran up to him and Haru was right behind him, following at a more leisurely pace.
“Makoto!” Rin grinned, smile all sharp. He placed his duffel bag down before slinging an arm around both him and Haru.
“Since our team placed in this tournament, we should all celebrate and go out to eat tonight.” He announced.
“Sounds good with me, where do you guys want to go?”
“I want to eat mackerel.” Haru piped up trying to get out of Rin’s grip.
“Of course you do, Haru.” Rin rolled his eyes fondly.
Makoto laughed before suggesting a new restaurant that opened down the street. If they rushed, they could make it before the dinnertime crowd came in.
Rin and Haru both slung their duffel bags cross their chests and Makoto adjusted the camera bag’s strap around him. The three of them decided to walk together and engaged in small talk. It was the little moments like these that Makoto cherished. He didn’t have plans to continue swimming competitively after high school. So, Makoto feared and worried that he would get left behind by these two who pursued their own dreams. He was happy for them, really he was, but without them his life seemed a little less…colorful and bright.
Makoto snapped out of his reverie when he noticed Rin’s hand right in front of his face.
“Earth to Makoto, come in Makoto. Anyone home?”
“Ah, sorry Rin! Just thinking.”
Rin turned around to face him and began to walk backwards, “Care to share?”
“Rin, that’s dangerous! You might run into something or others may run into you!” Makoto chastised.
The redhead slowed his pace before coming to a full stop in front of them. Haru, to his right, also slowed down and gently leaned on his arm – a publically affectionate Haru was a rare sight. Makoto realized he must have been more distracted and wallowing on the “what if’s” more than he thought.
“You can tell us anything you now.” Haru spoke quietly, but seriously.
In front of Makoto, Rin nodded. “We’re a team, all three of us.”
An overwhelming sense of fondness rushed into Makoto as he stared down at the two. Yes, what was he so worried about? These two were the ones who found him when he went away to Tokyo, and if he ever felt lost or misdirected again, he could count on them to find him again and show him the way out. They’ve been together since childhood, have been separated on numerous occasions, but still managed to find each other in the end.
Makoto grinned warmly, “…just worrying about if I took enough pictures of your guys’ event.”
“Oh! Right, the pictures! Once we’re seated down at a table, you can share the shots you took.”
“I’d like to see them too, Makoto.”
Yes.
This arrangement was alright.
I accidentally read "pornographers" as photographers and this drabble came out. OvO;;