-This is part one. There will be a part two, because they are just adorable and of course I would have to write a part two for them. But I got this part done and I hope you all enjoy it! ;)-

-Distractions-

"Gosh, Haru, you have more stuff in here than I realized," Makoto joked, as he lugged the cardboard box up the stairs. He could only catch a glimpse at what was inside, but he guessed that it was notebooks and some old schoolbooks. The notebook on top was open to a page with a beautiful sketch of an orca, eyes gazing up at him gently. Makoto grinned down at it, pink tinging his cheeks.

"Mmhm," Haru hummed from the top of the stairs. He stood with arms crossed, chewing absently on a fingernail as he surveyed the upper levels of the house. Makoto paused, a little dazed. The sunlight fell through a window, silhouetting Haru from behind and catching in the lean lines of his shoulders. He looked like a god of water, eyes strikingly blue and skin sun-kissed.

Well, he would've looked like a god, Makoto supposed, if gods wore oversized T-shirts and sweatpants. The T-shirt was dark green, and only oversized because it was Makoto's. It made his heart feel warm to look at.

He exhaled in relief when he reached the top of the stairs and plunked the box down by a doorway. The hallway before him was rather short, with doors on either side. This wasn't a big house. They didn't have much money yet, after all, and moving in together had been chaotic enough without having to worry about large mortgage payments. So, instead, they had this.

"So," Makoto said, pushing the rumpled bangs out of his face, "what do you think?"

Haru made a low sound and casted a glance toward the closed door at the end of the hall. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked.

Innocent enough.

Except this was Haru.

"Haru."

"Hm?"

"You are not getting in the bathtub when we are supposed to be moving in."

In response, Haru pointed at that closed door. "So, is that the bathroom?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear what?"

"I said you can't get in the bathtub now."

At that, Haru sent him an intense look that screamed, try and stop me, and he bolted for the door. Makoto fumbled over the box in his haste, yelling, "Haru! We went over this!" He heard the muffled growl Haru let out when he caught him around the waist and spun him away from the door. Makoto was taller than Haru and broad-shouldered, so it took nearly no effort to lift his toes off the floor and hold him up against his chest. Makoto sighed, exasperated, and nose bumping up against the back of Haru's neck.

"Haru-channn," he whined. "I told y—"

"Drop the 'chan,'" Haru cut him off, flat.

"Haru, I told you, you have to help me move us in. I can't do it all on my own while you soak in a bathtub."

"Fine. Where's the kitchen?"

"...Haru, you are not going to sit in the kitchen sink."

"Watch me."

Makoto's eyebrows flicked up at that and when he looked up, Haru was giving him this barely-there smirk over his shoulder. His hands rested atop Makoto's on his stomach and damn him, he had perfected the not-quite-there smirk.

So they were gonna play like that, huh?

In one motion, Makoto had spun Haru around and pinned him up against the wall, caging him between his arms. Haru let him, leaning back against the wall with his hands behind him like he didn't care. But he tipped his head up when Makoto rested their foreheads together, practically begging for a kiss. Makoto gave a teasing half-smile. "Try and escape now."

Haru just shook his head.

Makoto narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why not?"

"Don't want to anymore," Haru decided flatly.

Makoto's shoulders sagged. Of course. "When are you going to stop running for the first water you see?" he asked in feigned despair. He received a shrug in response. Haru pushed off the wall and tucked himself up against Makoto's chest, surprising him. Hands circled loosely around his waist and thumbs slung in his back pockets, eliciting a shiver. Makoto swallowed a noise as Haru nuzzled into his neck and stayed there.

"Um, we still have to..." Makoto lifted his arms uncertainly, touching the small of Haru's back.

Haru shook his head, black hair teasing the skin of Makoto's neck. "Five minutes," he said, like a kid who didn't want to wake up for school.

"I'm not standing here for five minutes," Makoto stammered. But, oh hell, Haru smelled like vanilla shampoo and his nose was buried in Makoto's shoulder. Makoto sighed at his own weakness and leaned his cheek against the top of Haru's head. His hair was soft and when Makoto turned his nose into it, that vanilla scent was stronger. He was reminded of days waking up with Haru's hair all rumpled under his chin, the other boy having cuddled up against him in his sleep. Makoto didn't need to cling to Haru's shirts anymore while he slept, because he would much rather have Haru in his arms instead.

"Okay," Haru said suddenly, and leaned away from him.

"Okay, what?" Makoto asked, fighting the urge to ask him to come back.

"We can move in now."

Makoto stared at him for a minute. Then he shook his head with a smile pulling at his lips. There were some things no one would understand about Haru and that was just fine with him. "All right. Let's move in." He started to step back to the boxes, then halted when Haru snagged the collar of his shirt. Blinking, Makoto looked at him questioningly and Haru just tugged again.

Oh, right.

Blushing a little now, Makoto leaned in to drop a kiss on Haru's forehead. Haru tipped his chin up so that their lips met instead, enjoying Makoto's squeak and nipping his upper lip playfully. Makoto's ears were red when he pulled away. But he couldn't deny how much he felt for Haru in that moment, so he kissed him softly again, before getting back to the whole moving in thing. It was going to be a long day, but his heart felt lighter now.

XxxxxxX

He should've known it wouldn't last long.

"Haru!" he scolded, blocking the open doorway as Haru tried to make for the bathroom.

Haru halted, blinking dryly at the arm barring his way, and held up a cup with two toothbrushes in it. "I was putting our stuff in here."

Makoto glanced from the toothbrushes to Haru's disinterested face, then back at the toothbrushes again. As far as he could tell, this was an innocent reason to go into a bathroom. An embarrassed heat warmed his face. "Oh." Haru's eyebrows rose a fraction and Makoto tried for a peacekeeping smile. "Sorry, uh, go ahead."

He stepped aside and Haru walked calmly past him. The bathroom was small, decorated in shades of sky-blue and white. Haru paused by the sink with the cup hovering over the porcelain. His pointed look meant, are you seriously going to watch me put toothbrushes away?

Squeaking, Makoto shook his head and dutifully turned away. A tiny bit of guilt gnawed at his heart. Haru was right; Makoto should've trusted him mor—

The toothbrushes clattered into the sink and Makoto had to dive across the room as Haru made to kick the door shut and strip at the same time.

"Are you serious right now?!" Makoto asked, kinda whiney by now, and squished between the doorframe and the door. He struggled to push it open, but was hindered by Haru's foot pressing into it from the other side.

"Yes," Haru answered, calm and efficient in the way he pulled the shirt up his body.

Makoto ordered himself to not get caught in the tempting amount of skin Haru was now showing, with a shirt bunched up at his chest. Then HE'D end up in the bathtub too and neither of them would get anything done for the rest of the day. "We really need to get this done," he complained. "Nagisa and Rei wanna meet up later for dinner, remember?"

"They can go alone."

"Haru..."

"They always end up making out all night anyway."

"What if I promised you could get mackerel later?"

"No."

"What if I let you sit in the tub all day tomorrow?"

"No."

"What if I gave you something better than water?"

Haru peeked over his wrinkled-up shirt, expression a little horrified by the very notion of such a thing. Then he went right back to stripping. Makoto sighed, grateful at least, that Haru was struggling with a shirt that was too big for him and the fact that he was trying to hold a door shut with a foot. He waited until Haru had the shirt halfway over his head, then pushed hard at the door.

An annoyed grumble came from inside the shirt as Haru stumbled back and Makoto once again bundled him up in his arms to carry him out. It was comical, really, Makoto carrying Haru bridal-style, and Haru with his head stuck in his shirt. He let his arms hang limp, giving up on even getting the shirt back on right. Makoto fought a bubble of laughter inside of him at the sight.

"Are you ticklish?" he asked innocently, letting a hand wander up Haru's side. Haru punched him in the shoulder, growling. "Ow, okay, sorry." Chuckling, Makoto stopped in what would be their bedroom (after their stuff was added to the drawers and the king-sized bed at the back)and set Haru down on his feet. He took one look at Haru with his face completely covered and his tee riding up his stomach and laughed in earnest now. "Aw," he cooed, tugging Haru's shirt back into place and getting an eyeful of rumpled black hair. "Haru-chan's cute when he's stubborn."

Haru glared: I will murder you in your sleep tonight.

"No, you won't," Makoto quipped, bending down to pick up a box by the doorway. It was labeled with black marker: HARU'S SWIM STUFF. Better hide this one for a few days...

"How do you know?" Haru asked cheekily. Busying himself with straightening his hair out, he wandered over toward a box at the foot of the bed.

Makoto shuffled to a closet door on his left and dropped his box inside. "You love me too much."

His reply was a doubtful snort.

Glancing back, Makoto glimpsed Haru tugging a tiny dolphin figurine out of the box and turning it over in his hands. Butterflies lit up his stomach. "Is that the one I gave you?" he asked, crossing the room and looking over Haru's shoulder.

Haru bobbed his head yes and stroked a finger down the dolphin's nose. Smiling wider, Makoto circled his arms around Haru's waist and rested his chin on the other boy's shoulder. "You kept it for a really long time, you know," he commented, teasing. "Does that mean my gifts are special?"

"I kept the goggles Nagisa let me borrow since we were little too," Haru pointed out, and Makoto gave a half-scolding nip to his ear. Sighing, Haru leaned back against him, rolling his shoulders back against the strong warmth of his chest. Makoto practically purred in delight and placed tender kisses to the side of Haru's neck. They were silent messages, because they had never needed many words to say the most meaningful things.

At this rate, they weren't going to get done anytime soon. But Makoto found that he didn't mind for once. He didn't mind at all.

As long as he could keep Haru out of the bathtub for at least a while longer.