Makoto walked out of the fire station and into the heat of the city where he worked and lived.

"Fucking drills..." he murmured.

Though he hardly swore, this was an exception. Training at the station was hell, and especially in this heat.

He leaned against the warm bricks of the building and bent at the waist, his arms loose, hands pressed against the concrete. Sweat was already forming on his forehead, and he lifted a forearm to swipe it away.

"Too hot," he muttered, and despite being in public, quickly peeled of his damp shirt.

Passer-byes on the street didn't seem to notice too much, which made Makoto relieved; he never really liked the attention.

Out of college, he loved being a firefighter, but goddamn, he felt an ache in his chest for the pool of his high school and college days.

Haru lived a few miles away, but was often swimming at competitions, insisting that Makoto stay in town so he wouldn't miss work, but Mako usually protested and went with his best friend to cheer him on, like always.

His feelings for Haru had slowly simmered down, and now were gone completely, though it was no easy experience. Makoto shook his head, as if trying to dislodge the thought.

Suddenly, Makoto felt eyes on him. He looked up to see a police officer on the other side of the street looking at him.

He was young, tall, and muscular, with a relaxed posture. He had stopped from writing a parking ticket for a large truck to look up at Makoto.

Mako glanced around quickly to see if the officer could be looking at someone else, but no one was passing him on the sidewalk. His gaze lifted back to the officer, who, to his horror, was walking quickly across the street towards him.

Makoto gulped, eyes widening when he realized that he'd have to actually form words, and good ones at that, to make himself seem at least somewhat sane and able to form coherent sentences. Makoto also had to focus on not letting his jaw drop at how beautifully stunning the officers bright teal eyes were, piercing into his own green optics.

Officer McHotStuff had dark hair and the sharpest jawline Makoto had ever seen, not to mention THOSE BICEPS.

Makoto wanted to melt into the ground as the officer stopped in front of him.

"Hello," the officer said in a deep voice that made Makoto legs turn jelly-like.

"Hi," he replied, but his voice squeaked unattractively.

"I couldn't help but notice you..." The officer let his gaze drop down Makotos muscled chest and abs. Seemingly snapping out of it, his gaze locked back on Makoto, "I'm Sousuke, by the way."

Makoto blushed harshly, and then opened his mouth to reply when a voice from above him shouted, "Hey Makoto! We need you up here!"

Makoto looked up to see a friend of his waving at him, head and neck stretched out the window.

"I'll be right up!" Makoto called back with a grin. His friend shut the window after nodding.

Makoto turned back to Sousuke, and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm Makoto."

"I assumed so. Hey, can I... get your number by any chance?"

Makoto nearly fainted dead away. "Ahem. Uh, sure." The whole encounter was way too awkward for the both of them, but they swapped phones, added in their contacts, and then returned them.

Looking around, Sousuke suddenly stepped closer to Makoto, so close that Makoto could kiss Sousukes chin if he had the guts to.

With a flaring blush, Makoto suddenly felt Sousukes hand on his crotch, over his heavy and frankly unattractive and dirty firemen's pants. Makoto gulped.

"You should... really... call me sometime." Makoto nodded stiffly, and Sousuke removed his hand with a smirk.

"Catch you around, cutie," Sousuke called over his shoulder as he walked away, and Makoto...

Couldn't help himself as his eyes followed Sousukes ass the whole way down the street before grinning, pulling his shirt back on, and heading back inside.