A.N.- So, this is my attempt at writing in a while. Updates happen when I can, considering I'm in school and stuff. Enjoy.
Chapter One- Realizing It All
It hit Haru while he tried to do work. Of course, he couldn't focus with a certain brunette on his mind, but he was making the attempt.
The realization that he was in love with his best friend, Makoto Tachibana, hit him when he was just sixteen, and he was beginning to grasp the concept of true love.
"I'm… In love with Mako." he whispered to himself. "I love Makoto." he reveled in the feel of the sentence rolling off his lips, the level of what he was saying, the importance.
He stopped his homework, knowing nothing else was going to be done.
He lay his head back on his pillow, and thought about how Makoto was always there for him, how he always took care of him.
He was glad for his friend's constant presence, his expressiveness, everything he was not.
Where Makoto was always worrying about people, Haru was simply standing by, indifferent to the situation, to the emotions of others.
The sound of a door opening shook Haru out of his thoughts.
Sitting up, Haru looked to his unfinished homework and groaned. It was Thursday, and he knew the work would need to be turned in tomorrow.
But then he smiled, the corners of his lips lifting the tiniest amount. It would be Makoto entering his house, there to see if the smaller boy had completed his necessary work yet.
"Haru-chan!" Haru heard his name being called, a knock, and then the door opening. Haru rolled his eyes at the use of the honorific, but said nothing.
It was Makoto, after all.
"Hey, Haru!" Makoto said, smiling and tilting his head. He walked into Haru's room, dropping his backpack near Haru's own and then joining him on his bed.
"Nice homework you're getting done, eh?"
Haru shrugged and pointed to his open book, and a piece of paper with scribbles lying next to it.
"An attempt was made."
Makoto shook his head and laughed a bit. "You should be glad I'm here to help you finish your work."
"Yeah, Makoto. I'm always glad you're here." Haru uttered quietly. Makoto flashed him another smile and then stood up to retrieve his backpack. Haru watched Makoto as he reached down to grab his stuff.
He thought about all the times his best friend had come over to help him out and how anytime he saw him smile, he felt a fluttering in his stomach. As Haru wasn't completely in touch with his emotions, he usually would simply wrote it off as just having a friend who was kind to him.
But now, now he knew it was love.
Makoto turned back to him, holding his book. "Alright Haru, you ready to get started?"
Haru nodded and got his own book to continue working in. They started to working, but Haru couldn't focus. He wanted to watch Makoto as he focused, his forehead creasing in concentration, chewing on his lip to try and figure out the answer to a question, wiggling a pencil between his fingers.
Haru continued watching the other, occasionally glancing down in case Makoto caught him staring.
The brunette coughed. "Haruka, you know I can tell you're not working?" Haru rolled his eyes. "So?"
"You need to get this done; I'll help you if you need."
Scooting closer to Makoto, Haru brought one of his hands to Makoto's face and lifted it to his, putting their foreheads together. He brought them close enough to feel their breaths on each other, noses touching. "I just realized something today."
Makoto tensed. "I won't tell you what, exactly, but-"
The larger boy pressed his lips to Haru's, shutting him up.
He pulled away quickly, realizing what he had done. Squeaking while flames rose to his face, Makoto began to stutter an apology. "I-I'm sor-sorry, your f-face was j-just so close an-and I couldn't resist and IMSOSORRYHARUIDIDN'TMEANTOPLEASEDON'THATEME!"
Haru cracked a tiny smile. "Makoto, it's okay. Shh, let's just finish our work."
Makoto nodded, his face still a brilliant shade of red and moved from Haru to focus on his work.
Haru looked to his own book, trying to recall what he was reading. He couldn't get the soft feel of Makoto's lips off his mind, and then the cute way the larger boy stuttered out an apologize.
Makoto might be sorry for what he did, but Haru completely was not.
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