[ she kissed rin. granted, it could've just been the quick peck he'd gotten instead of one of those decadent affairs he'd caught sight of those few times he found himself in the pleasure district, mouth-to-mouth encounters full of tongue and teeth and —

he immediately tamps down on that line of thinking and refrains from questioning her further, even if it is slightly liberating to know that rin's about as a good a kisser as makoto himself (abysmally bad when it comes to matters of romance and the fledgling heart). ]

He'd race you even if he didn't win anything, I think. The way you swim is so natural. Haru would definitely admire that. [ makoto scrubs hastily at one cheek. ] ... And I like the way you swim, too. [ scandalous. the tips of ears are tinged in red, a color that bleeds out of his cheeks under duress. ] Oh! Like a date, or a present. I can do that.

[ makoto would be fine obliging her with outings or curios regardless of their race, but he can't turn down her challenge now. he's not doing this for rin or haru's benefit, for once. it's for himself (and oona too, by extension). he aligns his sights with the ledge she initially pointed out. ]

Give me a signal when you're ready!