The swimming anime is made of magic, particularly in that it's made me write again.
An accurate representation of me. A Momentary Itch
Free!, Makoto/Haruka, R, 6670 words
Haru keeps borrowing Makoto's clothes. It’s not a big deal except for how Makoto is losing his mind.
Surely, he thought now to himself, wide-eyed as Haru stood at the stove, grilling mackerel yet again, the past two weeks hadn't been normal. Haru had never before borrowed so many of Makoto's clothes quite so frequently. And never, in Mako's memory, had he been pulled out of the tub in the morning only to come to the kitchen wearing Makoto's shirt over his jammers, apron tied neatly in the small of his back.