They talked about it before. Nagisa insisted, said he did not care about being judged, and that Haruka would not get disqualified over something like that - both of them agreed on one thing though. If Haruka was to enter the national team and secure a spot for the Olympics, both of them would throw their masks away and stop hiding. Not to do any big gesture as none of them are about that, but for themselves, and now it's real. There's no consequence to this that's worth the pains of hiding anymore. There is no pain they will experience next that will make this not worth it. Right now, though, Haru sees nothing behind Nagisa's eyes, they fill his gaze completely and there's no outraged noise that he can hear.
The only thing they hear next is Rin's voice, or better yet his croaking congratulations.
"You guys have guts," he says, with his eyes glittering and threatening to let tears out, as he accompanies them away, to the locker room.
Soon enough, though, a crowd of journalists drives Nagisa and even Rin away, surrounding Haruka who loses his smile as the world predictably invades his space with questions, now demanding answers.
Nagisa looks with some worry filling him up - they saw this coming, but it's still quite a big risk Haruka accepted to take. However, Rin's arms snakes around his shoulders and he pats Nagisa's chest quietly.
"Don't worry, he'll handle himself."
Nagisa looks back at him for a few moments, as his heart pounds furiously in his chest for all the emotions and tension rushing through his body, for the panicked thoughts running in his mind and intertwining with the happy, relieved ones.
Haruka searches for him with his eyes, and what makes Nagisa smile is the light in them, seeing the same relief in him within them too.
"Yeah, you're right," he says, walking past the group of famelic news hounds and to the locker rooms where they surely will be left in peace for a while.

Haruka reaches them several minutes later, with the most annoyed air, and Nagisa immediately rushes to him, with a little apologetic look.
"Do you... regret it?" He asks, with a small voice, but Haruka looks at him with a smile inside and shakes his head, still looking tired but somewhat satisfied.
"No, I don't."
"It was worth it, wasn't it?" Rin says, and throws him a towel to dry up, before ruffling Nagisa's hair the way he used to do a long time ago. And Nagisa smiles, just like back then, but looks over at Haruka.
"It was," he says, and grabs Nagisa's hand. "Rin-" he starts, but lets his eyes do the talking. Thank you.
Rin smirks, and rolls his eyes a little before waving his hand, and turns to the place where he left his clothes.
"Don't take too much, or you'll catch a cold," he says, before barking at a few more journalists who tried sneaking in. "You're all just pests! Leave them alone a second! Seriously!"
Nagisa looks his way, and then bursts in soft giggles, but stops the moment Haruka's lips touch his again. This time deeper. And this time it's a real kiss, long and intense enough to make Nagisa forget the guilt slithering around him.
I love you. They don't need to say it, but Nagisa does anyway, on Haruka's lips, and he smiles as bright as ever while Haruka takes it in, looking for words. But he fails, as many times before.
"I can't wait to be the next Olympic gold medalist's boyfriend," he coos, and lets out an excited giggle.
Haruka sighs, and rolls the word Olympics in his mouth for a while, appreciating the taste.
"I can't wait," he finally agrees, taking Nagisa's hand in his, savoring his warmth. There's a new reality opening up for them, an unknown path to walk along, but there is one thing Haruka knows for sure: with Nagisa by his side, he will never live to spend a boring day again.