[It's about that time in Cronus' life when literally everything is going for him. He's a senior, almost done with high school, has college in the bag, and no concerns over paying for jack shit. Also Mituna's better, and they've gotten back to how it was before, past all the accidental insults and bullying and awkward togetherness. So, basically, he feels like he's on top of the world, fuck everyone.]
[And like hell Cronus would ever pass up swimming instead of going to classes. Also swimming with Mituna, that was great. He sort of fantasized maybe finally kissing him and pinning him against the pool walls, right in his element. But, no, play time and then panic time that has landed them is this goddamn closet that's apparently locked and their legs are touching and he's trying to keep it to just their legs.]
Are you fucking serious?
[He swats Mituna away, reaching over to grab at the handle and pressing closer to him in the process. He grunts and jiggles the handle, getting gradually more and more violent with the knob until he yells and bangs his fist against the door. He pants from his anger outburst and leans back against the wall, and runs his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back as it usually is only with less dry-poof.]
I don't think there's a swim meet today, so...
[He trails off when he notices that the light from outside the door is pouring in through the top and bottom cracks. He's close up to Mituna, and the light reflects off the droplets in his mop of hair that drip and roll down his face, and as Cronus follows them with his eyes he's left to watch as it trickles down Mituna's shoulder, his chest, his hips--okay basically he's re-realizing how fucking attracted he is to his best friend. The lighting is weird, considering it's only coming from the top and bottom, but it's just enough to see all of Mituna if he looks.]
[Which, due to the proximity, means he has to physically tilt his head down to look and wow talk about obvious. He snaps out of iand clears his throat. May or may not be blushing (spoiler: he is.)]
So! How the fuck should we get out'o here? Since we're obviously stuck an' there's a good chance no one's gonna be in here until tomorrow.
[There's also a pesky float noodle that his leg keeps brushing against and he keeps trying to push it to the side but it keeps coming back and rubbing and agh this was so stupid why the toy closet.]
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[And like hell Cronus would ever pass up swimming instead of going to classes. Also swimming with Mituna, that was great. He sort of fantasized maybe finally kissing him and pinning him against the pool walls, right in his element. But, no, play time and then panic time that has landed them is this goddamn closet that's apparently locked and their legs are touching and he's trying to keep it to just their legs.]
Are you fucking serious?
[He swats Mituna away, reaching over to grab at the handle and pressing closer to him in the process. He grunts and jiggles the handle, getting gradually more and more violent with the knob until he yells and bangs his fist against the door. He pants from his anger outburst and leans back against the wall, and runs his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back as it usually is only with less dry-poof.]
I don't think there's a swim meet today, so...
[He trails off when he notices that the light from outside the door is pouring in through the top and bottom cracks. He's close up to Mituna, and the light reflects off the droplets in his mop of hair that drip and roll down his face, and as Cronus follows them with his eyes he's left to watch as it trickles down Mituna's shoulder, his chest, his hips--okay basically he's re-realizing how fucking attracted he is to his best friend. The lighting is weird, considering it's only coming from the top and bottom, but it's just enough to see all of Mituna if he looks.]
[Which, due to the proximity, means he has to physically tilt his head down to look and wow talk about obvious. He snaps out of iand clears his throat. May or may not be blushing (spoiler: he is.)]
So! How the fuck should we get out'o here? Since we're obviously stuck an' there's a good chance no one's gonna be in here until tomorrow.
[There's also a pesky float noodle that his leg keeps brushing against and he keeps trying to push it to the side but it keeps coming back and rubbing and agh this was so stupid why the toy closet.]