I Absolutely Won’t Rely on Makoto-senpai Today Either

Ever since Orange Makoto saved him from drowning as a child, Yuya had grown used to relying on this senior, who was only two years older than him.

Senior Makoto would coax him into taking his medicine, hold his hand on the way home after school, hold him in his arms during naps, gently comfort him when he cried, and carefully help him with his studies.

To Yuya,

Makoto was a senior, a big brother, a teacher.

The kindest, gentlest person in the world.

Yuya was grateful to him and treasured him.

...And hated him, too.

He hated how kind Makoto was to everyone.

He hated that he couldn't have him all to himself.

The way Senior Makoto treated him.

Yuya had always thought it was simply a senior looking after a junior.

Until one day.

In the swimming club's changing room, which should have been empty.

"Yuu-chan..."

The same gentle voice he used when comforting Yuya, except now it carried a scorching, unfamiliar desire.

Yuya froze in the doorway.

He heard Senior Makoto calling his name... while masturbating.

Reader's Guide:

The protagonist is the top (highlighted), an original character.

A short story focused purely on romance. It's also a reunion after a breakup, with a touch of bittersweetness. The top can't swim and doesn't join the swimming club.

There's a lot of high school content, with both youthful innocence and desire, and there will be scenes similar to those in the blurb. The bottom is a gentle, cute type. If that's not for you, run now!

Feel free to point out any errors in common knowledge or plot details.

Theme: Be yourself.