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Post canon college stuff

It was after everything with Sho that Yosuke decided 100% that he was going to go to school after graduating. Of course he decided this during his third year- but thanks to Yu the year before his grades weren't THAT bad. And, well, having a GOAL made forcing himself into cram classes and studying all night much easier to swallow.

And in the end he did it. By the skin of his teeth, but he did it. Sure it was for general courses... but he was still figuring out what his major was going to be. But he wasn't the only freshman doing so, it wasn't a big deal just yet. He could try a few things and see what stuck.

But there was no decent school anywhere near Inaba (his dad suggested Okina- all he'd need for a simple business degree. Yosuke had managed to weasel out of that at least) so it meant he was going to be living in the dorms. With a roommate. Not that he didn't have experience with that kinda thing after Teddie, but...

Well who knows, maybe his roomie would be cool? Someone he could totally become friends with! He was practically jittering with nerves as he was unpacking, waiting to see what this Tachibana guy was going to be like...

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"There's nothing wrong with that. You'll probably end up deciding what you might want to pursue after taking those courses," Makoto replies as he pushes a few of his shirts into the back of the drawer. He's lucky to have very open and supportive parents, meaning that he could have probably been in the same boat and they would have supported him regardless.

"Right now, I'm majoring in education. Though, I'm thinking that I may want to specialize in Physical Ed.," he adds as he works, shifting a little on his knees. He loved working with teaching swimming, so something like that would really be ideal, he thinks. "I'm working on getting basic courses out of the way first, as well."

"So like a Coach? Why can't I say I'm surprised?" he offers a little good natured sigh before turning more serious.

"Okay. Let's get this outta the way- You're not the late night partier type,right? Any girlfriends I should expect to run into at 3am?"

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"Yes, like a Coach- Ah...?"

If Makoto were a different person, he might have been more shocked by the question. It makes him blush, of course, but dealing with Haru has trained him to expect bluntness. ...nothing that blunt, though.

"O-oh no, not at all. I don't have a girlfriend or anything. And if I did, I wouldn't do that without some kind of warning." Never mind that he probably wouldn't at all...just the thought has him looking away again, focusing his attention on getting that shirt folded and put away.

Seeing Makoto turn red makes him realize how awkward tha was, and he starts fiddling with his own boxes.

"Sorry, I didn't want it to be weird later, you know? Uhm... so. top or bottom?"

Makoto looks back after a moment, his gaze traveling up to the bunks in question. He has a feeling that Yosuke might want the top bunk anyway, so he tries to answer as casually as possible, "The bottom for me would be fine. Unless you would prefer it, instead."

In all honesty, he...really doesn't want to sleep up there. He feels like he would be much more comfortable closer to the ground, for multiple reasons.

"Hey man, that's totally fine with me!"

He makes his way over, easily hauling himself up and over without the ladder. He has nothig on Makoto's size, but he is limber if nothing else. With a grin he lounges half off the edge with no obvious worry.

"And no worries. I don't snore... at least not that any one has told me." And there's another coy little wink.

The way Yosuke sits like that reminds him of Nagisa, almost...but he's glad that Yosuke isn't anywhere near those energy levels. Makoto may have the patience of ten saints, but he can't imagine getting his homework done while rooming with a ball of energy of that magnitude would be easy. He's sure that Rei only manages during their study sessions because he's already well used to studying practically anywhere under any conditions.

With his clothes put away, Makoto moves to sit down on his bed to rest for a moment, looking up just as Yosuke winks at him.

"The same goes for me...at least I'm pretty sure." As he sits there, he seems to be holding his Iwatobi swim club jacket in his hands, trying to decide if he wants to put it away, or...keep it out for a while. Just for nostalgia's sake.

"That from your old school? Iwa-to-bi... penguin, right?" He honedtly couldn't even recall if Yasogami had a mascot or not. Yu would probably know.

"Hm?" He blinks, looking back down at the jacket. "That's right. This was my swim team's jacket, actually." It probably won't be long until Yosuke notices a weird little bird keychain hanging from Makoto's lamp, too...as strange as it is, he couldn't bare to leave it home.

"Wait. Is that weird bird charm supposed to be a pengiun?"

He certainly noticed that ugly thing.

Wow, rude.

...okay, it...is pretty weird looking, he'll admit that.

"Yes...it's our mascot. My friend Haru made a whole bunch of them for any new members that joined the team."

Yosuke winces, though it's aimed at himself and he offers his best sheepish smile. Of course it was a treasured keepsake. It was like telling someone their kid's head was too big. Good job Hanamura you are the best at this.

"Did he end up giving a lot out?"

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"Well...no. We could only recruit one other member to our team, actually. But we did try very hard." Even Haru, who specifically tried to use his little bird keychains as a bribe.

"In fact, I'm not entirely sure what happened to all of the extra ones." Rei and Nagisa probably have them now, since it's their job to get more members to replace him and Haru. Which...he's been trying not to think too hard about, even if it is true.

'Those little monsters probably scared them off' he thinks. Thinks but doesn't SAY this time.

"Well, I bet swimming isn't an easy sport to just pick up. I mean, hell my school didn't even HAVE a pool."

Yosuke does have a point. But it was disappointing, never even having a single person come to tryout...

"It was a bit of an uphill battle. For a while, our school's pool wasn't fit for swimming. We had to clean it out ourselves before we could even have a team at all. And by then, everyone either wasn't interested, or they were in their own clubs already..." Makoto sighs, but his smile is quick to return. "But it did work out, in the end."

"Man, that's a lot more dedication then most people would bother with. Our basketball team had a really hard time keeping people too. I had a job so I didn't even join any clubs.

Though I guess I can see why you wanna keep pursuing it."

He shifts a little so he can rest his forearms across his knees, looking over elsewhere in the room. He doesn't see the room, though. No, instead he's looking at a scene from years and years ago, where he, Nagisa, Haru, and Rin had been posing for a picture with their trophy from winning the relay.

"I've been swimming since I was little. We all had. I guess it wasn't something we wanted to give up on easily."

"That's a lot of time to sink into something if you don't love it. Must be nice."

The tinge of bitterness in his voice is very light: the whole reason he was here was to not get into that thought spiral again. Thinking that the Investigation was going to be the high point of his life, that his adulthood was going to be a lifetime of pining for a time where what he did was important. He told himself that it was a platform to build the rest of his life on, not a roadblock.

But it was easy to slip back sometimes.

Makoto picks up on Yosuke's tone, and if he'd been looking at Yosuke the other boy might have seen the way his expression grew a bit concerned. Where he may have asked if something was wrong, he holds his tongue, here. He just met Yosuke barely an hour ago; whatever it might be, it's not his place to pry.

"Mmhm. It was a lot of work. Exhausting, sometimes. ...I'm going to miss it," he admits as he looks back up at Yosuke above him. "But professional swimming is best left for those who really have the knack for competing."

As Makoto looks up, he looks down, the angle making Makoto look upside down to him. He meets his eyes and doesn't say anything at first, before-

"That golden ticket called 'talent' huh?" his lips twist a little, as if he bit into something sour. He never thought he would quote him, but well... it's not wrong here. Once you get to professional level with somethings, the amount of hard work and suffering needed to keep up or even excel outweighed the rewards. It took a certain type to hurt themselves that much for a dream, and most people just weren't that breed.

Yosuke himself sure as hell wasn't... at least not anymore.

"But at least you're ding something with it, right? That's pretty admirable."

He gives a soft, thoughtful noise at that.

"There is a certain amount of natural talent involved, yes. But any skill can be honed with practice. It just comes easier to some than others." Haru could probably have gone his entire life without any professional training at all and would be an amazing swimmer. He was just built for the water, never mind the fact that he was already so passionate about it.

"But that's very kind of you to say. Thank you," Makoto adds after a moment, his eyes catching the gleam of the surface of Yosuke's guitar. He nods a little to the instrument, his expression softening, "It looks like you have a hobby you're passionate about, too?" It's asked as a question, just as a precaution; he knows plenty of people who are forced into certain things by their parents, whether it be music or otherwise. But he doubts Yosuke would have a guitar out with him if he didn't want it to be there.

It seems Makoto said just the right thing, as Yosuke's morose air is gone in almost an instant, replaced with a sheepish blush and pleased smile.

"H-ha, well I'm not very good but... hold up."

He rolls off the bed, landing with a light 'thump' before making his way over to the instrument, plinking at the strings a little to make sure everything made it through the trip okay.

"I've been teaching myself over the last couple years now. I even got to play in my friend Rise's show. Though I've learned a few more songs since then."

He watches Yosuke as he crosses the room, moving to fold his jacket in his lap in the meantime. He says he's not very good, but he got to play in a show...? Makoto chuckles softly, putting the folded jacket aside to be put away later.

"That's impressive. I'm not very musically inclined at all..." He's participated in karaoke before (on the very rare occasion that Nagisa could somehow convince him to, but only when it was just between friends and no one else), but he's never played an instrument.

He also doesn't want to be 'that person', but he can't help but ask: "What songs can you play?"

Yosuke laughs lightly, unable to look at his new roommate directly. "Mostly covers. A lot of western stuff. Hmm... I could play something if you want? I mean, it's not a big deal either way. We have a lot of work to do after all-"

He turns redder and redder, looking happy but also very very self conscious, already talking himself OUT of the idea before giving Makoto a chance to say one way or the other.

"We just got through hauling all of these boxes up here. I think we'll be okay to take a short break," he points out, tipping his head to one side a little. Besides, he's curious to hear how Yosuke can play, though he won't push him if he really doesn't want to. ...but he does seem to want to, as shy about it as he may or may not be. And Yosuke seemed to be working himself into something of a corner a moment ago, and Makoto doesn't want to see his new friend feeling down for whatever reason.

"Just one song wouldn't hurt anything, would it?"

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