Lollipop1208

((Headcanon: Since Haru has a weird obsession with water , I believe that he also has a keen love for the things that reside in it. I also believe that he has a deep fascination for mermaids which explains his wacko behavior in this here fic)) "Mommy! Mommy! Look at the pretty mermaid!" a little girl practically screeched as she pointed at you frantically over the railing. You put on a smile and waved at her , causing her to shriek in joy and attempt to climb towards you , but her mother quickly grabbed her , reminding her that there was water surrounding you and it was an embarrassment to the family. You chuckled as the mother scolded her

Your pencil sketched across your notepad, the teacher's metaphors barely penetrating your state. "And now, you all have a few minutes to converse," Ama-sensei said. You ignored the instant flood of conversation, burying yourself into your drawing. “Who is that?” A curious speaker asked. You hesitantly glanced up at the owner of the voice. A boy stood over you, his ocean blue eyes inquisitively scanning over your drawing. “It’s my OC,” you replied nervously. You turned your head back to your desk to add some shading onto his hair. “He’s drowning,” you added when the onlooker didn’t walk awa

 You sat there, awfully bored. For some reason Gou thought it would be a great idea to through a party for both the swimming clubs, and taking advantage of being the captain’s sister she insisted they did it on the Samezuka Academy pool. But why you were there was what bugged you the most. Gou pleaded you to go with her, saying that if she was the only girl it would awkward, and as the great best friend you are you compelled, regretting it deeply as you reached the pool area filled with boys. Now you were sitting on one of the benches around the pool surrounded by the Iwatobi boys and some others. They were obviously talking about s

Haruka stared at you from the pool as if you were an animal in a zoo. Your hair was in a mess, your gestures as if you were trapped in your room for days. None of that really mattered, because you were too focused on your homework. Art homework. What art teacher would give a homework?! You usually got it all done on the period itself, but since you were so bad at the subject, your teacher let you take your work home to finish. To be honest, you hated art. What more of drawing? You huffed in annoyance and then threw your sketchbook and pencil away. "I give up! I can't do this shit!" You cried as you stood up from your place and got your ba