It's a quiet afternoon, after swim training. You had waited for Haru, watching along by the fence as the rest of the Iwatobi Swim Club practiced for the final competition of the year.

Finals.

Unsurprisingly, Haru was the epitome of nonchalance. Stern features, yet softened eyes, when they briefly met yours.

Arms crossed, bag slung lazily over his shoulder. You could even guess that he was still wearing his swimming shorts, underneath his clothes. He'd hop right into the bath, the minute he got home.

But he didn't. Because here he was, still walking you home, even though you only lived a couple doors down.

"I saw you, earlier," he murmurs, as you reach for the door. "While you waited for me. Do you always do that?"