kisumi didn’t know if he really was looking forward to learning how to swim, honestly. he sort of felt stupid, he was older, eighteen years old and still unable to do something lots of people knew how to do, and it was sort of mortifying. of course, the pink haired boy couldn’t pass up an opportunity to actually get out and do something with his boyfriend, especially not when it was a vacation to cascata. kisumi was sure they’d visit haru while they were here, but he felt so anxious about getting in the pool and not like he was afraid he was going to drown, he knew makoto wouldn’t abandon him and let that happen—no, it was just…kisumi was someone who acted really confident and self assured in public, even with makoto most of the time. but swimming? he didn’t know if he could put up that front and he was panicked about it. the thought of him being in the pool while stranger’s eyes were on him, watching him flap around like a newborn creature made him feel like there were rocks in his stomach weighing him down to the floor.
but makoto was taking time out of his hectic work schedule to do this, and kisumi had used all his vacation days in order to spend time away from home with his boyfriend and he wasn’t about to let it get ruined. not if he could help it, at least. he’d packed everything he’d needed, and the worst thing was actually going swimsuit shopping for the first time in his life, he’d gone alone because he wanted to find something to surprise makoto, but he ended up taking far too long looking through everything and trying on everything and while he settled with swim shorts that matched his hair, he wasn’t all that impressed with himself. for all the time he spent looking for things to wear, he wasn’t that successful.
but kisumi knew that makoto loved swimming, he was a natural, and kisumi knew that makoto was an amazing teacher too. after all, he’d watched hayato overcome his fears with makoto’s help, but….god, hayato was just a kid. kisumi swallowed down his nerves, adamantly telling himself over and over that he wanted to do this not just for himself, but for makoto, and he tried to eliminate the heaviness in his chest as he followed makoto to the hot springs. most rooms had their own personal hot springs outside in an enclosure, but there was a larger one which fit the two of them better, along with other people, and kisumi wish he’d had the mind to speak up and ask if they could just stay in their own one and not venture outside to see other people. he didn’t want to admit that he was nervous, and also, makoto looked so good when he was in all his swim gear that kisumi kept telling himself if anything, it was worth it just to see that. nothing was better than makoto in his element and shirtless. it was a chance to get to touch his boyfriend in public without it being weird or without it being seen as PDA, right? this was absolutely a good thing. kisumi would make it good.
he let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw no one else was in the larger hot springs at the moment, and he hoped it was because everyone was off at the amusement parks or beaches, and it was as if in the blink of an eye makoto was suddenly in the water and kisumi stood there holding his towel in his arms, completely wide eyed. ”makoto, i know you’re a great swim coach, and i uh…” he stared at the other’s chest and lost his train of thought for a moment, and he mentally cursed himself out because he should absolutely be used to seeing makoto’s chest by this point in their relationship. it had been a year, after all. maybe a slow start, but he’d seen makoto’s chest for a while. ”wait, surprises?” his brain did a quick reset and he placed his towel to the side, kicking off his flip flops and eyed makoto’s hand extended to him. ”are they good surprises or are they the ‘time to go to the deep pool’ kind?” while his question was definitely suspicious, he still reached out and took his boyfriend’s hand as he waded into the water, feeling all too exposed and uncomfortable and he realized he really hadn’t been in the water like this in a while.
typically he was the kind of person to sit on the side of the pool and put his feet in and laugh and smile and talk to whoever was in the pool, but this was different and it felt nice and makoto was right, it was warm and pleasant and kisumi didn’t feel scared. he took a breath as he was completely under, and it wasn’t deep at all and blinking, he smiled slightly. ”i’m a little embarrassed. you won’t think any less of me if i suck, right? because i promise, i haven’t been lying, i wish this was all a joke and that i actually can swim, but i really can't.” it was a joke but also it was kind of true, he did feel really pathetic about the whole thing. he was sure a few minutes with makoto holding him up as he floated on his back and he’d be feeling way more comfortable, though.