It was at times like these where Makoto felt there was no possible way to love that raven haired male anymore than he already does. Haru was Makoto's best friend, no doubt about it..but..that's the thing, they were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. No matter how desperate Makoto was for Haru to feel the same way..he knew Haru didn't; he could tell by just looking at Haru and the way he stared blankly back at him. Haru was never the type to show his emotions, but somehow Makoto was always able to tell how his best friend was feeling, and sometimes Makoto hated it. He hated it because at least if he didn't know Haru didn't love him back, he could still hope.

"Makoto?"

Makoto snapped out of his thoughts then. "Yes Haru-chan?"

"..We're home now." Haru spoke quietly as he turned his head to the side.

"Oh, right of course.." Makoto replied with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head. He didn't realise they were back from swim practice already, he was too busy thinking about the impossible.

"Bye Makoto.." Haru said finally, turning his body and started making his way up what seemed the endless flight of stairs. "O-Oh..yeah, bye Haru-chan.." Makoto watched him sadly until Haru was out of view before quietly making his way into his house. Makoto was home alone for the next week as his parents, ren and ran had gone to visit their aunt. Makoto stood at the entrance of his house silently. He hated being on his own because then all he was able to do is think- think about what would never happen and work himself up about it. Makoto sighed, slowly dropping his bag by the now closed front door before making his way into the kitchen.

Makoto paused when he'd entered the kitchen, looking around. "Not hungry.." he mumbled to himself, dragging his feet to his bedroom where he changed into is pyjamas before flopping back on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Normally the whole Haru thing wouldn't get to him this much...but for some reason Makoto just couldn't shake it off. Makoto lied there thinking in silence until a quiet sniff broke the silence. The sniff was then followed by another, and another before warm tears began falling down Makoto's hot cheeks. 'W-Why am I crying?' Makoto thought to himself, gripping the fabric of the bed sheets.

Hours and hours had past and Makoto was still sobbing to himself, he was now curled under the sheets in the foetal position, crying into his pillow. He'd never cried this much in his life...he'd finally broken, it finally happened. When Makoto had finally managed to calm himself down enough to stop crying, he quietly lifted the covers off of himself and slowly rose from his bed before slowly making his way to the bathroom. The only sound he could hear was the soft padding noise his feet made as he walked.

Makoto stared quietly at himself in the mirror in his bathroom. Both his eyes and cheeks were red from crying so much. "You're a mess.." Makoto mumbled to himself before making his way back to his bedroom and checking his phone. The time read 4:32am. Makoto had been crying to himself for hours...he had to get up at 6am for school. Makoto sighed, putting his phone down and clambering into bed, turning his pillow over so the dry side was facing up. Makoto closed his eyes as an effort to make himself fall asleep and soon managed to drift off for the hour and a bit he had left to do so.

Hey guys! I decided to try and get over my writers block and wrote this small introduction to a new fanfiction I was thinking about writing. I know it's short, but only this one will be because I just wanted to know what you guys think about it and whether I should continue with it. So what do you think? Should I continue?

Thankies!~