leave me your wake

Now that they’ve made plans, Momoi was getting really excited. She’s never really had many female friends. Oh, wait… Friends. She doesn’t even know this girl’s name yet.

"Uh, what’s your name, actually? I’m Momoi Satsuki, by the way."

The pinkette was happy to go to the beach, with a girl. Maybe they could be friends, or maybe they were already classmates at school, but they have never met before.

"Of course! I still have a swimsuit at my apartment."

"I’m doing fine. It’s weird adjusting to a quiet house and I still can’t quite grasp cooking, but it’s fun." He answered her question, green hues glancing over at her somewhat fondly; he liked her after all.

But luckily enough Makoto was merciful and answered her question right away, assuaging her anxieties as she blinked thoughtfully. Gou glanced away from his face, his smile, and settled her gaze on the ground, calculating and evaluating in a manner suitable to the manager position she once held. 

It wasn't a surprise, per say, that they were interested in forming a swim team again. They couldn't stay out of the water, these boys; there was a deeper connection to it, something emotional and long-standing that had endured the test of turbulent friendships and time. It meant something to them that she would never be privy to completely understanding, though she did get a glimpse of it from time to time. But she hadn't expected them to make the decision to group together so quickly, really.

She wouldn't say no, obviously. She enjoyed compiling charts and scheduling practices and harping on the boys to push themselves and strive towards success. The youngest Matsuoka liked to observe their progress and growth and hard work as much as she liked to admire their muscles from a purely aesthetic standpoint. She liked the excitement of cheering at swim meets and seeing her brother smiling again. And the boys didn't seem to mind her coming along with them, and she did her job well enough that they were successful. A lot of their past endeavors were credited to the natural and cultivated talents Haruka, Nagisa, her brother, and Makoto, she knew that fully well, but it was still rewarding to know her own diligence played a small hand in it.

It was easy to get a little dreamy-eyed thinking about the opportunities the position offered her to admire well-shaped sets of muscles, though. She practically sparkled for a moment just thinking about it. Trapezius, Infraspinatus, Teres Minor and Major...

Oh, right, she was talking to Makoto.