Silly fluff. You know. I can never think of angst voluntarily. *sigh*
A lesser being would have been mortified.
Not Nagase Kai.
Embarrassed perhaps, but never mortified.
Lying spread-eagled on the wet tiles, the chemist gazed at the azure sky, at the fluffy white clouds as they floated mockingly across his vision.
Blue eyes, blue blue eyes, blue as the abyss that swallowed him earlier... they quickly obscured his vision of the beautiful spring sky. “Kai, are you okay? Kai!”
Idly, he lifted a hand to swat at the hindrance.
“Kai~!” Something warm wrapped itself around him. “I was so worried…”
Nagase sighed and ran a hand through the blue strands.
After the embarrassing incident- not mortifying, mind you -of Gaku’s heroic rescue (involving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation of course) was published in the school’s magazine, the entire school knew then -
Nagase Kai could not swim.