A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first drabble of the 30 Day Prompt Challenge! Every chapter will be a drabble for each prompt, so there will be thirty chapters. The lengths may vary, and my intention is to have each chapter relate to the last one. I don't know where I'm going with this story, and that's the fun of it! With that being said, I begin this challenge with the hopes that you all enjoy!
All week, Haru had been avoiding me. Ever since the incident with Akemi and the Bermuda Syndrome, he'd being doing subtle things for me, yet staying out of my sight. He'd cook breakfast for me and wait in his room until I finished eating. Whenever I walked to school, he stayed behind a few minutes later and then left. During class, he kept his distance. I'd catch a glance from him every now and then, but more often than not, his attention was focused elsewhere.
Lately, Haru had quit fishing and he toned down his weird, energetic self. That worried me... what if he didn't want to live with me anymore? Was it right for me to give him his space or address this now? I didn't know. Since it was a Saturday, I should have been fishing on my day off, but how could I have been concerned with that while all of this was pressing on my mind? He just… he kind of did his own thing from that point onward. Something about it didn't sit well with me, so I came up with my own plan of action, as Natsuki would suggest.
I pretended to sleep in later than I usually would. Eventually, Haru would go outside and spray himself with the garden hose like he did every morning. That would give me the perfect opportunity to corner him before he could hide from me again. There were things I wanted to know, questions I needed the answers to. I waited, and waited, and waited until I finally heard tiny footsteps and my door creaking. He peeked through the crack in the door, then silently slid through and poked me to see if I was awake. I felt my face shifting, slowly starting to break into that grimace I make. If Haru realized I was awake, that would be more awkward than this already was.
What if I just threw myself over him so he couldn't run? No, that's even worse! What am I thinking?
I began to sweat. My thoughts were making the situation more difficult than it needed to be. All I had to do was lay there with my eyes closed for a few more seconds, but every possible scenario was filing through my mind in a series of movie reels. Too many "what if's" increased the tension in every moment. Just as I balanced on the verge of a panic attack, the alien changed my pace. Haru leaned down and kissed me, just barely touching his lips to mine. I thought I would drown in my own anxiety as usual, but I didn't. I just laid there, perplexed and not sure what my next move should be. At the least, my eyes did remain closed.
As Haru walked away, I came to a realization. Had Haru been kissing me every morning while I sleep? What if he had been kissing me in the middle of the night as well? He might even use that water gun of his to coax me into kissing him while I'm helpless. I had no idea of what happened and what hadn't anymore. I didn't even know what I should say to him. Should I still ambush him or should I run? Was it even safe to live with him?
And then I felt the water rising past my knees.
And my lungs began to shrink.
And my body tightened.
And my fists clenched.
And the ocean seeped through every pore in my body.
And this time, I didn't breathe again.