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Makoto wishes he could go home right now.
Home where there is hot chocolate, a comfortable sofa and his favorite soap opera waiting for him; home, where he can rest and eat, and read book after book on the long evenings, which is how he has been spending most of his days since university stared. Of course, right now, it’s summer, but old habits die hard. Plus, reading is something he genuinely enjoys; he finds it incredibly nice, to get lost from this world, for a little while at least, to whatever the author wants to talk about. It simply fills him with wonder.
Makoto really wishes he could go home right now, but that’s not what the weekend has in store for him. So much for being practically unable to say no to pretty much anything, he thinks, as he places the ‘open’ sign on the Iwatobi Swim Club door.
Sasabe had asked him to watch the swim club for the long weekend, since he was traveling to another city for his cousin’s wedding, and of course Makoto had said yes, since it was obvious that Sasabe needed a hand on this, and he trusted Makoto, and he had been his swimming coach back on his elementary school days. Also, rumors said there was a hurricane was coming during those days, and a person would be needed to watch over the place if that were to happen.
Makoto was that person, but it was not that bad. Even if it was not exactly his idea of fun, it meant he had the pool for three days, and if the hypothetical storm wasn’t too bad, he could even invite Rei and Nagisa. It would be fun, the three of them swimming like in the old times.
It was even a little exciting the idea of sleeping on the club; there was a small room on the back of the place, with a single bed and a light, which no one ever used. There was also a small kitchen the instructors used during their lunch breaks; the fridge was almost empty, tho, with only some cans of food and bottled water. That didn’t excite him as much.
He sighed as he thought of this, getting behind the counter at the beginning of his three-day adventure. There were no classes until eight, but he had gotten up early and he didn’t really have anything else to do, so he sat up and quickly checked the agenda. There were only two classes that morning, for the kids, and then some free hours for any members who wished to make use of the pool.
Not many people came on Fridays, tho, so there was quite a tranquil day ahead of him. And after that, it was going to be him and him alone.
Or so he thought.