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merryfortune · 3 years ago

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Blue Water High Club

Written as a gift to @pinceauarcenciel as part of the @precuresecretexchange

Fandom: Tropical Rouge PreCure

Ship: Manatsu/Laura

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.2k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Blue Water High, Rivals to Lovers

Synopsis: Manatsu is one of the five teenage girls who has been selected to be apart of this year's Blue Water High Club cohort: a group of competitive surfers who are trying to make it to the elite circuit. However, one of the other girls, Laura, is unimpressed with Manatsu's 'bumpkin' style of surfing and feels threatened by the rival that she sees in Manatsu until finally, it all bubbles and boils over.

Manatsu was buzzing with excitement as she hauled her backpack and her surfboard to the competing zone. Her parents were more naturally anxious beside her, flanking her at every point and making sure that she wasn’t hitting innocent bystanders with how she flaunted her surfboard affectionately named Summer.

Manatsu donned her name tag and competition status on her skin-tight, leotard bathers – up to snuff with competition rules and had cost a pretty penny to afford but were absolutely worth it. She looked good in them and she looked like just the other hopefuls looking to get into the Blue Water High Club.

The Blue Water High Club was the name given to a personalised set of surfing studies given to only a handful of teen girls per year. They were given a hostel by the beach and automatic entry into the closest high school. For one year, they would have the opportunity to eat, sleep, and breathe surfing. Every bit of their schedule would be tailored to them and getting them even better at their craft. Then, at the end of the school year, there would be a competition which was bigger than big which would either swim them into the professional circuit or cause them to sink. There was nothing more than Manatsu wanted than to be one of the five girls who would be the cohort of this year’s Blue Water High Club.

Only thing was, this was Manatsu’ first tournament and she was proud as punch to be here. Her parents… not so much. To her, possibility was as boundless as the sea they were giving a wide girth to as there were so many people here: other competitors, their families, judges, the media. But to her parents, whilst Manatsu thought she could only go up like the sun, they were worried she was going to sink like a shipwreck. Not because they didn’t have faith in her abilities to surf but because they were worried that she was a big fish in a small pond. She might have dominated back on their island, but this was a gathering of all sorts of people, from all sorts of places.

Nonetheless, with Manatsu all signed up, she was raring to go. Words were getting lost over the crackly speakers, competing with the sounds of people and the beach itself but it was apparent from the electric tension in the air: something was coming. Something was about to happen. And in a stroke of good luck, the announcements solidified. Manatsu’s heat was about to be up.

Her mother smiled and held her face, with a feeble voice she said to her daughter, “Good luck.”

“Go get ‘em, sweetie.” her father added as well.

Manatsu beamed and her left hand rocketed up, “Will do!” she shouted.

Her voice all but broke the barrier of general noise and ordinance. Some people stared, some people ignored her: either way, Manatsu was totally oblivious and so, she swung out. She had to go join the line with all the other hopefuls. She marched over like she was on a mission and hovered through the crowd of equally competitive and nervous girls until she finally found the person with the number before her.

She was irritable looking. And utterly unimpressed with Manatsu. She flipped her pinky-purple ponytail off her shoulder and bore a generally cross-looking expression on her elegant features. Manatus was utterly oblivious.

“Hi, my name is Manatsu, what’s yours?” she asked.

“Its none of your business.” she retorted back.

It seemed this girl had already made up her mind about Manatsu and that decision was that Manatsu was nothing but trouble. Nothing good at all. Either to socialise with or to compete with.

“Well good luck.” Manatsu shrugged off such hostility with a smile.

“You really shouldn’t bother Laura…” the girl on the other side of Manatsu whispered.

Manatsu flinched. She hadn’t even noticed that another girl had joined the line-up. She was spooked by this sudden voice.

“She’s really serious.” This other girl said.

“And so am I.” Manatsu boasted and she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. Laura.

“Ugh.” Laura growled.

“Shush, all of you, we need to get ready.” the girl in really thick, prescription goggles on the other side of Laura added.

She was right of course. Even if she was being a little bit pernickety. Laura huffed and sighed, folding her arms but mostly settled down. Same for Manatsu and the other girl, she stole another look at her and then there was more crackling over the speaker system.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed guests, friends and family, we welcome you to the eighteenth annual Aozora City Blue Water High Club tournament.” the speaker said. “Middle school girls from first to third year are eligible to compete. There will be multiple heats and the best of the best from them will be chosen. Thus begins, the first mixed heat of four.”

An air gun was shot, and all the girls rushed out to the water. It was like second nature to them. Feeling the wind in their hair and soon enough, the chill of the saltwater on their ankles. Their hands. Paddling out and taking turns scanning the horizon for waves and they were all truly beautiful.

What a day for surfing it was. The air was just right. It stuck to the skin like a blanket, invigorating and alert but comfortable. These were all girls in their prime after all, in their element. The water was choppy and getting higher and higher. It was a shame that a couple of the girls had already ridden their wave and it didn’t feel like it had been all that long out there. They had all been briefed prior in the guidebooks and sign-up sheets that the heats only had so much time.

Manatsu was awed as she found herself among the last of the girls to make their move. Her heart was pounding. These conditions were great but not as great as the ones back home. The waves were taller there. The wind was somehow windier. And it seemed that every couple of seconds the perfect break came along and right now, as Manatsu weighed up her options, there wasn’t even going to be something close to her ideal break.

And as she looked around, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who had pulled back perhaps too long. Laura. For some reason, Laura took Manatsu’s breath away right there and then. She could have choked on salt thinking that her rival competitor, and a snot-nosed inner-city type at that, was literally sitting pretty on her pearly, blue and pink board like that. But she was.

Her eyes were sharp; her ears were pricked. And then something happened. Her determined demeanour shifted, and she paddled out. Manatsu watched as Laura caught a wave that was almost as gorgeous as she was – and about as perfect as this cityscape beach was going to provide for a competitor.

She was all hard work, Manatsu noticed immediately. Studied and prim, nothing about her was out of place, not even a single curl of her hair as she rode that wave. Performing tricks that Manatsu would never have dreamed up by her own right. She was out on the water like she had been born beneath its waves, like a mermaid. Her routine stunned and, in that awe, Laura was shining like the shimmering, swaying ocean all around her and when she came ashore, her board skidding on the sand, she didn’t falter once, ending it with a dramatic bow.

Laura wowed everyone and anyone with her performance. Even the speaker system was singing her praise. And making warnings unto Manatsu. She gulped and she looked around. With Laura ashore, she was the only one left and the waves her getting flatter and flatter by the second.

But Manatsu had hope and there was this one gleam of foam that she was going to put the utmost hope. To be vivacious and full of energy. To earn her spot. It was as if she were willing nature to abide by her whims – and even weirder, it seemed to be working.

A wave began to rise up and out. Getting bigger and bigger and bigger until Manatsu leapt to her feet. Suddenly she wasn’t just the only girl on the water, she was the only girl in the world. It was just her and the water and she was soaring. Flying. She carved the waves and pulled off moves she couldn’t name technically but she had technically named them after herself. They were all her discoveries, through trial and error, her own thought process. She was the ur-performer, the talent to the technician and when she washed up, she did it with a smile.

Her parents were applauding her as hard as they could; more casually, a few others in the audience was doing the same. Even a couple girls – like the ones from before, not Laura though – were patting her on the back as well. With her finisher, the announcements began to trickle on over the announcements. The first heat had come to a glorious conclusion and there would be ten minutes until the next. Then, by the end of the day, the results would be privately shared with the girls and their parents. Once the results were given out, the tentative wait would occur next and soon this year cohort for the Blue Water High Club would be solidified.

She could hardly watch the other sets but from what she had glimpsed, the only girl worth watching was the sixteen-year-old with long, red hair. She got more fanfare than the others.

Once the other sets completed, Manatsu was on edge all afternoon. She was just buzzing with excitement that she couldn’t do anything else. Even a friendly girl like her, who had already made a couple of connections here, couldn’t go out and socialise. She was just staring down the judges’ tent with a cool drink in hand, waiting for her results to come in through text message to her parents.

It was seven minutes past five o’clock exactly when that highly awaited moment came. Manatsu’s mother phone pinged and Manatsu could have tackled her but fortunately, her mum was quicker with her thumb, opening the text message in the nick of time. And she couldn’t believe it. Neither could Manatsu’s father but Manatsu could. She took her mother’s hand and lowered it so she could see the screen. Smile didn’t begin to be an apt word for the expression that Manatsu was making.

She was grinning ear to ear. All for that mass copy and pasted text with a few changes. Miss Natsuumi Manatsu, congratulations, you scored incredibly well, tieing with only one other girl, and thus we welcome you to the Blue Water High Club. Follow the link for more information.

Her parents couldn’t believe it. Manatsu’s pipe dream had become reality. A reality that dawned on her and her folks quicker than they could have imagined. First term was two weeks away and there was a lot to get in order. A new school uniform, entrance exams in nature of arthimatic and literature, and so much more. At least accommodation was paid for but everything else came so hard and fast they were all breathless as those two weeks slipped through their fingers.

Before Manatsu knew it, she had arrived on the mainland again. Her father’s kiss still on her forehead as she marched up to the school and dormitory complex of the Blue Water High Club. It looked just as casually chic and pristine as it did on television, in the brochures, and on their official website. It was on a private beach front and had a pool as well, there were two-three storeys kind of melded with the hills that it was built on and ultra-modern by Manatsu’s standards.

She couldn’t wait to meet the other girls and see her room. The latter was brand new to her. Alien and without a homey feeling, at least until she started to make it more comfortable to herself by piling her clothes into the provided storage and putting up her posters and macrame. The former, however, was quite familiar to her.

She found the other girls in the common room, having already set up and arrived since apparently, they were local to Aozora City, unlike her, and Manatsu did know their faces. She remembered the purple-haired girl with fluffy, twin plaits and the girl with glasses from the competition. She was also willing to bet that the tall girl playing on her Nintendo Switch was the red-haired girl who had been the best in her heat according to the announcements.

“Hi!” Manatsu exclaimed when she found them. “My name is Natsuumi Manatsu, its great to meet you all!”

Her voice was way too loud for an indoor setting, but her enthusiasm was sparkling so for that noisy transgression, she was forgiven. At least for now.

Cringing through a smile, the purple-haired girl put up her hand gingerly and introduced herself, “It’s good to meet you, Manatsu, my name is Suzumura Sango.” She said.

“Takizawa Asuka.” the red-haired girl piped up and she pointed towards herself with her thumb.

“I’m Ichinose Minori…” the girl with glasses mumbled, her eyes somewhat obscured by them but it was also, as though that she were looking away from Manatsu. “There’s still one other girl left for you to meet…”

Manatsu almost didn’t quite catch that but she started to count. One for herself, two, three, four: oh! Minori was right. Someone was missing. Manatsu blinked. She wondered if that girl had simply not arrived yet, but the aura of the room was strange. Growing tenser and tenser by the minute but Manatsu was entirely oblivious, up until she decided that using all this brain power was making her thirsty.

She spun on her heel and she came face to face with the fifth member of the Blue Water High Club cohort – and even in her lackadaisical, happy-go-lucky state, Manatsu recognised her instantly. Laura. The rude girl from before but even so, Manatsu cracked a huge smile and held out her hand.

“Oh! Hey! I remember you,” she said, “I think we got off on the wrong foot, I’m-”

“Natsuumi Manatsu. I heard. Everyone heard. I think the whole city likely heard.” Laura retorted.

Manatsu laughed awkwardly and she scratched behind her head, “Ah, sorry, sorry, I’m just so excited to be here. It’s been my dream since forever and when I heard that I’d gotten in with top marks, well, I’m still surfing that high, haha.”

Laura’s eyes widened and her arms slowly unfolded, as though confrontational. Manatsu blinked again.

“You got in with top marks?” Laura asked.

“A-yup.” Manatsu replied.

Laura was completely off put by Manatsu’s answer. Her eye twitched and she stepped back. It was all written on her face: utter disbelief. Her lower lip trembled as this flabbergasted expression wrung her out.

“I was told that only one other girl made it into the Blue Water High Club with unprecedented top marks, was – was that you?” Laura asked.

“Huh, must’ve been.” Manatsu shrugged.

The other girls were most certainly not owning up to their own scores. Either way, Asuka rose to her feet, sensing a conflict.

“Let’s not get too hot and bothered about those scores,” she pointed out, “we’ve got plenty more to get. Both in the Club and in our schoolwork, let’s keep a clear head.”

Laura glared but before anything more could be said on the matter, it seemed their teachers had arrived too. Couldn’t have a handful of competitive teenagers unsupervised for too long and so, the five of them were carolled up outside and put through orientation.

They sat on the beach together, like it was a campfire and were put through the rules and expectations of the year which was about to be. Everything from their chores to their homework to, of course, the competitions which would make them standout from the rest of their peers at the Aozora City Middle School. It was the mere mention of competition that caused ears to prick and eyes to slit. These girls were primed and ready and to their mixed delight of apprehension and thirst, there was going to be a surfing competition sooner than they thought. Just at the end of the month: three weeks away. For it, they were willing to put in more than just tooth and nail at school and at training.

And already they had their first competition on the calendar. It was a mere four weeks away but until then they had plenty of other things to keep afloat in such as school and training. Both were going full straight ahead with no letting up on either side: everything they did, they had to push themselves to. It felt like they were crammed from every side as they were told to rebuild their surfing from the ground up at training and then slammed with assessments at school but there was one another problem too.

Trouble was brewing amid the girls. They hardly knew each other and already there was drama. Specifically, between Laura and Manatsu, of course, who else?

It was like a war zone in the off moments. The rare moments they had in between all the chores, assessments, and workouts that they had to do in and around the dorm. When it was during the on moments, like the aforementioned examples, it was stellar. Their competitiveness was bringing the best out of them but when it wasn’t, it was making the other girls’ lives – and even their own – a living hell.

Week one had been mundane. Little spits and spats here and there. They mostly stayed out of each other’s hairs as Laura was so entirely offended that a country bumpkin like Manatsu could even dare to reach glory that a technician surfer, taught professionally from a young age, all but hailed a child prodigy, could achieve even a slither of what Laura had. Manatsu, however, was mostly oblivious to the fireworks, trying to be cheerful as possible and doing her best to at befriend the other girls so they knew, when they were eventually caught in the crossfire, that it wasn’t entirely her fault.

Week two had escalated. Staying out of each other’s way hadn’t mostly worked. They lived together, after all, went to the same classes and everything else about what made the Blue Water High Club cohort so impossibly close by the end of it. Here, even their teachers – in and outside of the Club – had begun to take notice. Just not to the full scope of it and were under the impression that the rivalry was for the best. After all, their results were truly scraping against each other – and the other three girls, not wanting to be left in the dust already in what was still very much the beginning were keeping pace too. But that had its backfiring effects as well.

And by week three, it had become entirely unbearable. Everyone was tired and irritable. There was rarely, if ever, a moment of peace and quiet. The dorms were usually so, so, so loud with arguments and bets and trying to get the two firecrackers to sizzle down but not even all the water in the ocean was capable of that. It was wearing on everyone. Minori could hardly study, Sango could hardly sleep, and Asuka could hardly hear herself think. None of them had even the remotest idea on how Laura and Manatsu was fairing and they were the centre of all this.

It wasn’t for lack of trying or mediating. There had been many, many compromises and shouting match to just be young adults and put everything aside but trying to change those tides was meaningless. There had been many different approaches; some sly and some fortright. All was to little result. Manatsu had tried. Asuka had tried. Sango had tried. Minori had tried. The only person who hadn’t really tried was Laura. Until now, that is. The day before their first competition and everyone was ram-shackled on every possible level of their wellbeing.

Laura strolled up to Manatsu at noon sharp. She had bags under her eyes and tucked her arms in front of her, a slight pout to her lips as she loomed over Manatsu. Manatsu slowly looked up at her, equally tried seeming if more dishevelled looking, her hair was lifeless, and her eyes were drooping. The way she was spooning her lunch – leftover curry from the night before in her mouth – could be likened to that of an elderly woman’s technique in that it was very slow and very wobbly.

“Ah-hem,” Laura began, “I want to call a truce.”

Just those few words completely revitalised Manatsu. Her jaw went slack but her shoulders went taut. She slammed her hands on the table, “Really?” she exclaimed

Laura huffed, “On a condition or two.” she said.

“Okay, cool, what is it?” Manatsu asked, her words were rapid fire.

“You. Me. At dusk. Let’s have ourselves a friendly little surf. I want to see your skills up close and personal again before the big meet tomorrow.” Laura said.

Manatsu’s face split into a huge grin, “Your on.”

“excellent.” Laura sounded pleased with herself, smiling a small smile, before frowning again. She glanced towards the living room, “And girls,” she said, pointedly addressing Minori, Sango, and Asuka who were eavesdropping with great relief from their various spots of lounge and study in the living room, “this will be a private affair.”

“So long as this isn’t a ruse to drown Manatsu before tomorrow, have all the privacy you need.” Asuka retorted.

“Seconded.” Minori piped up.

“You have four hours to prepare, Manatsu.” Laura said, moving on just to warn Manatsu.

“Got it.” Manatsu chirped.

“Excellent. I’ll meet you on the beach then.” Laura told her.

“Sounds good.” Manatsu replied.

Laura nodded, not having much more to say and so, she sashayed off, presumably to do her own preparation for this finally healthy iteration of her and Manatsu’s friction. It was almost too good to believe.

Asuka, Minori, and Sango ventured out of the living room and with bright eyes, Minori asked, “So? Are you going to drown her?” she asked and then adjusted her glasses, having a literal flash of inspiration. “Or do you have any contingencies for if she tries to drown you?”

“Minorin… that’s so morbid.” Sango whined.

“Well, do you?” Asuka countered.

“Well, um… no.” Manatsu said, and she beamed. “I don’t think Laura’s that kind of person. She might be really, really driven and self-absorbed, but I don’t think she’d resort to something so low as to incapacitate her rivals. So, I’m gonna win our little spar fair and square. The only way I know how.”

“Oh, Manatsu…” Asuka murmured. “You are too cute for your own good, sometimes.”

“Huh?” Manatsu blinked.

“Well, um, good luck.” Sango added.

“And you know where to find us if you need any help.” Minori replied.

“Thanks.” Manatsu said. “Well, I’m gonna need a full belly if I’m gonna beat Laura tonight so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna re-heat my curry and track down some melon bread to have as well.”

“Sounds good.” Asuka said with a thumbs up.

Manatsu smiled and made good on exactly what she said she was going to do. She re-heated her curry and sussed out something sweet to have after it and then got to work. She hit the beach for a few laps, both swimming and running and got in tune the best she could. It looked flighty and playful, but it was very Manatsu and so, when the promised hour came, she felt as much as she could be at her peak on such short notice and off the back of many horrible nights of sleep.

Laura met Manatsu on the beach, looking prim and stern just by the waves. Her hair looked darker in the dimming sunlight. Twilight was encroaching fast tonight and no doubt by the time they were down with their little showdown, it would be utter night they would be returning home to, presumably as victor and loser. Still, in those moments as Manatsu got closer to Laura, sand scrunching under her toes, she felt breathless. It sure was beautiful tonight.

There was an anticipation on the air, roughing up the waters that glimmered beneath an orange sky. The clouds were fat and fluffy, drifting slowly through; the sun was sinking quickly in contrast, however. The black and gold waves lapped at their ankles as the two girls came to stand before one another, with their chins up and absolutely in tune with that environment of rivalry fuelled apprehension.

“Glad you could make it.” Laura politely greeted Manatsu, her arm shifting slightly around her surfboard.

Manatsu grinned and she patted down her own surfboard, Summer, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good.” Laura tutted. “I want to settle our little… disagreement once and for all, it’s gone on long enough, don’t you think?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Manatsu agreed – both wholeheartedly and exhaustedly.

“I want to see it.” Laura interjected with a glare.

“See what?” Manatsu asked, puzzled.

“That you didn’t just get lucky and managed to tie with me, a future queen of the surfing championships. I – I just couldn’t believe it. I still can’t and so, I want to see it. You’re surfing so good allegedly it can challenge me, even with my pedigree and promise.” Laura explained.

“Well, I’m no one that fancy…” Manatsu humbly countered through a smile. “But I try my hardest and try to shine as best as I can. I mightn’t wanna be a queen like you, but I do want to stand at the top of the world.”

Laura blushed, feeling horrible for some harsh things she had said – and thought – about Manatsu in the weeks previous, “Perhaps we’re more alike than we realise…” she murmured.

“Maybe.” Manatsu laughed.

“Then it will be with the same critical eye that we surf together and come to conclusion of who inches, or even miles, out the other.” Laura asserted.

“Yes.” Manatsu nodded.

Laura smirked and she thrust her other hand out, “I won’t lose to some random islander, you can count on it.”

“And I won’t lose to some smug princess either.” Manatsu rebuked and she mimicked how Laura pointed at her.

“On the count of three, we hit the waves, got it?” Laura said.

“Mm-hm, got it.” Manatsu confirmed.

Laura’s arm lowered and her hand curled into a fist, “One-” she shook her fist with one finger extended, “two, three!” With each number, she rocked her hand and she unveiled more of her fingers and then there was that final three.

She tried to lunge first towards the water but Manatsu was just as swift. In their mad dash for the deeper waters, it was a miracle that neither of them got shoved out of the way, from either their flailing hands or with their angling surfboards. The decks of which hit the water with a smack as they paddled out, parting from one another.

Manatsu waded through the waters, it was colder than she was expecting but it invigorated her rather than deterred her. She glanced out to Laura who was like a shark in the water, gliding through with precision and finesse on her pretty blue and white surfboard. Manatsu could have gotten lost, floated out to sea, admiring Laura from afar but her attention snapped back when a wave dumped on her, but she shook it off. It was just that Laura’s form was so captivating and one more glance towards her, Manatsu watched as Laura sprang up to her feet.

She was so delicate, like a dancer, as she got to her next form whilst Manatsu was belly down like an awkward turtle still. The wave that Laura had popped up on was gorgeous, not as high as other waves that Manatsu had seen on this beach in sunnier weather but still pretty good with fluff that foamed at the hanging curls of it. She gritted her teeth and scoured the backrow for something good.

Laura surfed so elegantly, pulling off spin after spin, looking utterly graceful doing it whilst Manatsu floundered. Even so, she refused to let that keep her down. Manatsu scanned the horizon for a wave, and she saw it. Not only did she see it, but it also called out to her with a siren song. She paddled out to it, viciously hard whilst Laura began to end her set.

Manatsu took a breath and she put her all into her pop-up. She landed with a wobble, not great, but her expression was fierce. Manatsu let her heart guide her through the water, pulling out moves that she had honed in her island home and moves that she had learned from the others. The cute acrobatics moves that Sango liked; the more technical moves with long names that Minori liked; and the core strength and upper arm moves that Asuka liked; and maybe even some stuff that she had learned from competing with Laura. Their teachers were good but honestly, it was her peers that Manatsu learned the best from.

Laura beached herself on the shoreline and she twisted around to watch Manatsu’s set. It took her breath away but most of all, it was the sheer joy that Manatsu emanated that really impressed Laura. She wondered when the last time was she looked so happy during one of her own sets. It was melancholic. Melancholic and dark and Manatsu washed up lazily next to her.

“What do you think?” Manatsu asked as she dug her legs into the wet sand below to anchor herself.

“You weren’t bad.” Laura brushed her off.

Manatsu giggled, she leaned in and could tell Laura was lying through her teeth, “I thought you were magnificent,” she said, “totally tropica-shining.”

“Thank you, Manatsu.” Laura awkwardly accepted the praise.

“So?” Manatsu asked, splashing about in the waves that came and went, tickling at her and Laura’s waists as they sat on the shore atop their boards. “Who won?”

“I don’t think I can crow myself the winner on a good conscious.” Laura admitted.

“And I’ve gotten better as late knowing where I can improve…” Manatsu added.

“Then its another draw.” Laura decided.

“Yup.” Manatsu agreed.

Laura glared playfully, “Then you better promise that we won’t draw tomorrow because that simply won’t do.”

Manatsu beamed, “You’re on.”

“That’s a good expression, Manatsu.” Laura murmured.

She leaned in too and surprised Manatsu with a kiss. Her lips were cold, from being wet and salty, too, but they were soft. Her technique was coy, but it was more than enough to fluster Manatsu. She went bright red and burned up to boot. Laura giggled as she kissed Manatsu before pulling back.

“More mind games?” Manatsu asked.

“Something like that.” Laura replied and she found herself unable to resist the impulse of touching her lips.

“Well kiss or no kiss,” Manatsu told Laura very seriously, “I’m going to win tomorrow’s competition.”

“I’d love to see that.” Laura preened.

Their conversation held some semblance of seriousness for a second before devolving. Manatsu splashed Laura and Laura splashed back. It was getting late but neither seemed to care. The moon seemed fuller and more silver than usual tonight, they couldn’t help but want to play in the water just that little bit longer before dinner and curfew passed them by.

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