A/N: Welp, not much to say. I was bored, thought of a drabble idea, and... this came about XD
Enjoy! *brief description is brief* :P
"I don't want to eat mackerel for dinner."
Makoto could do nothing but stare at Haruka in shock, unable to believe what he was hearing. Makoto started to worry. Was his Haru-chan okay? Did he have a fever or something? With these thoughts in his mind, Makoto gently caressed his boyfriend's face, moving closer to allow their foreheads to touch.
"Hm… Not much of a fever…" Makoto mumbled to himself, not seeing Haruka's face slowly gaining a nice shade of red.
"…I want…" Haruka said too quietly, the last part of the sentence going unheard.
"Huh? What did you want? Some mackerel after all?" Makoto asked, starting back to his own seat before Haruka grabbed his wrist, pulling him back, causing their lips to be mere inches apart.
"I want… Makoto," was Haruka's speedy comment, before he tugged hard on Makoto's tie, pulling the brunette down for a searing kiss.
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