#didsomeonesaypool

“Ahh… It feels good!” The brunet clapped his hands in relief that the itch in his throat was gone after settling the glass in the table. He watched the other sit beside him with the pitcher, but bewilderment struck him when Haru laced his slender fingers around the glass that he used.

“Are? Haru-chan?” He raised his brows in inquiry. “That’s my—”

“Tsch. -Chan. And getting another would require effort. I’m drained already.” The other simply said while he filled it with the cool liquid.

“But…” His brows furrowed in concern. Of course he didn’t have any contagious disease that would put the other in danger. Still. Isn’t sharing a glass like… kissing? 

         Ahhhhkkk—what the hell am I thinking? I’ve watched too much shoujos with Ran!

The taller teen scrunched his nose and shook his head in annoyance with himself, only to find the ravenet staring at him. The blankness in Haru’s face told him ‘What’s wrong with you?’; Makoto just leaned away and grumbled.

“Nothing… Just drink it already… Ugh.”

With the cue, Haru slowly put the rim of the glass against his lips and closed his eyes upon feeling the water freshen him up. He looked like he… enjoyed… drinking water—almost stimulated, but at least, that’s how Makoto saw it.

“Kissing.” He stated when he finished, casting a glance to the Orca in his side. “People who share glasses while drinking is like kissing.”

Snap. Snap. Snap. Choke.

“H-h-h-haru-chan!” Makoto felt the sudden heat attacking his cheeks. How in the world could Haru say that bluntly??? "T-that’s what they say, yes…! But that’s not… You know… Uhm…"

"…" Blue eyes just bore on the flushing face with an almost bored expression. “We had always shared drinks. Does that mean we’ve been kissing since we’re children—”

“Ahk! Haru, ne!”

“Why are you bothered?” He grabbed the glass again and filled it once more but his stare was never leaving Makoto. It was like he was even challenging the Orca to look at him as he did so. 

Besides… what if… he may or may not be thinking of the same thing too… and he was just throwing clues? Just maybe, anyway. 

"…Why would I kiss the glass…” If I could get a real kiss from you? 

No, not really.

“Y-you—” Makoto made several choking noises again before gulping it down. Ah. He had always been able to read the other’s mind but he never expected to actually apply it in this context.

It’s kinda hilarious in some sense. Did Haru actually try to seduce him with water?

He tried to process it while watching the foreign moist lips slowly part with a muted ‘fwah’, the cerulean gaze eventually disappearing behind the half-mast lids as the glass tilted again towards the other’s direction.

Dammit. Screw everything. He wouldn’t let that thing get the kiss, not the second time at least.

Crossing the distance in a whim, the Orca grabbed the other hand and stopped it from moving while the other latched on to the Dolphin’s shoulder, head tilted and eyes shut, lips victoriously claiming the suppleness that Haru would have wasted on the stupid thing.

They remained motionless and lip-locked for a while, just listening to the long, nervous sighs and the heart beats that even pulsed in their temples, but then again, Makoto would have to pull away before he could forget how to breathe.

"…G-g-gih.” He let go of the hand and slapped his own over his mouth in shock and in embarrassment of what he did, though regrets—not so much. “Y-you’re impossible.”

“Not… my fault.” Haru’s face was as red as Makoto’s as he looked away, but at least he grabbed the hand on his shoulder and took it down without letting go. The brunet pressed the hand in reflex in response though he was slightly uncomfortable in the steaming in his cheeks, that is, until the ravenet decided to speak again.

"…It’s the glasses’ fault. The water… it attracted you, right?”

Snap. Snap. Snap. Choke.

“Haru! Just drink some water again, onegaishimasu!”