I definitely didn’t stay up till 4 am writing this instead of sleeping. Nope. Anyway, the continued adventures of Olympic celebrities Haru and Rin, and Haru’s bf Sousuke. Also domestic souharu because I’m weak. I love these dorks.
“Haru, what are you wearing?” Rin asks in a disbelieving voice. His eyes survey Haru’s outfit incredulously. “Just… how?”
Haru shrugs, indifferent. “My warmups,” he mumbles, as if that should be obvious.
Rin runs a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth. Leave it to Haru to do something this ridiculous right before a fan gathering and act so distinctly nonplussed.
“Why are they… pink?” Rin honestly doesn’t want to know the answer, but he can’t just let Haru be seen during public events like this.
Haru blinks, and then glances down, as if he’s just realizing for the first time that his uniform has gone from a crisp white to a dull salmon. “Sousuke messed up the wash.”
Rin chokes. Beside Haru, Sousuke makes a small moaning sound and hides his face behind his cellphone.
“He- what? Haru, those are official Japanese National Team uniforms, you can’t just-”
“I like them better this way.”