It was late June. This meant that his birthday was coming up. Knowing that Haru wasn't a fan of large crowds of annoying people, Makoto , Nagisa, and Rei were planning a small get together for him. Although it was hard to persuade Nagisa not to invite about 30 more people and turn the small get together into his so called, "super ultra mega birthday bash", they eventually settled on a small get together with just the four of them where they'd play games and watch movies together at Haru's house and maybe sleep over.

The 4 of them were sitting together at their usual lunch spot, the roof, which gave them a beautiful view of the pool. Haru, stricken with fatigue, was leaning his head on Makoto's shoulder as they all ate their lunches, an unusually affectionate gesture that they usually wouldn't do around others, but no one seemed to pay it any mind, as it was becoming a regular occurrence. Nagisa and Rei were talking about the possible games they could play at Haru's place during his birthday "party" and about other people that they'd possibly invite.

"Oh! Haru-Chan, we should invite-"

"I don't want a bunch of people in my house, Nagisa."

Nagisa pouted. "I was just gonna say that we should invite Rin-chan.."

Makoto looked down at Haru with a slightly furrowed brow. "Haru? Are you sure you don't want to invite Rin? It's just 5 of us.."

Haru was quiet for a moment. After an unnecessary amount of internal debating, he turned his head to the side, his usual indifferent look still etched on his delicate yet stern features, and said, "Fine, Rin can come."

Makoto smiled. "That's good! Now guys, what type of cake should we make Haru?"

They all sat, thinking in silence. "I got it." Haru stood up, a weirdly passionate tone in his voice. "I want a mackerel cake."

Rei looked like he was gonna puke as he covered his mouth and turned a sickly greenish color.

"Noooo Haru-Chan! That's kinda gross," Nagisa said with a gentle smile.

Makoto laughed, appalled at the idea of a fish flavored cake, but not surprised at the suggestion. "Very Creative, Haru, but please...let's think of something that we can all enjoy."

"We can all enjoy Mackerel cake. It's good." Haru said, a bit puzzled by their disgust.

"Don't tell me you've actually made it before, Haru! Did you!?" Makoto's Eyes grew wide as he began to imagine what the hell that would even taste like.

Haru was indifferent as ever when he replied, "Yes. You can either chop up the pieces of mackerel or blend the mackerel entirely and mix it in with the cake batt-"

"OKAY Haru! That uh.. sounds good and all, but can we all agree on a cake that Rei, Nagisa, and I could also..enjoy...please?" Makoto was always good at reasoning with Haru, being that he was one of the few people that Haru genuinely respected.

"Okay, you're right," Haru said as he held his chin in thought. After about 10 Seconds of more over-exaggerated thinking, Haru spoke again. "I got it. I'll make a chocolate-" everyone was relieved, "-and mackerel cake." Everyone wanted to puke.

Rei had had enough. He covered his mouth in disgust. "P-please excuse me, Haruka-Senpai..!" He ran over to the roof's exit and slammed the door. Violent coughing (and borderline puking) could be heard from the stairwell.

"Rei!? Oh my gosh," Makoto left Haru's side to get up and follow Rei out of concern for his fellow teammate (and the fact that if puke got on the stairs, there would surely be consequences). "I'll go make sure he's okay."

Nagisa shook his head and sighed as they both left. "Haru-Chan, how about you have your disgustin- I mean, delicious mackerel cake, Makoto and Rei have Chocolate cake, and I could just bring a crap-ton of Iwatobi surprise bread!? Everyone would be happy!"

Haru's mood went a bit sour after the two (but mostly Makoto) left. "Fine, do whatever you want.." He slumped over, resting his chin on his fist with a small pout.

Nagisa smiled apologetically once more. "Thanks, Haru! I mean, your fish cake sounds interesting, but Mako-Chan and Rei-Chan...they aren't so...exotic I guess.. not that I would eat it either, but I'd be more willing to try it than them because I'm more fun! Right Haru?"

Haru wasn't listening anymore. He continued eating his lunch as the two sat in an awkward silence. The tension was killing Nagisa.

"Uhh...you seemed really dead-set on that mackerel cake. Mako-Chan must know you really well if he can make you compromise with something so important to you! It's as if he's got the key to your mind that lets him change it or somethin' huh, Haru? Haha!"

Haru shrugged and muttered under his breath. "...True." This was indeed true. There was a reason everyone seemed to agree that he and Makoto were 'joined at the hip', both figuratively and literally, even though the phrase made Haru cringe a bit. But of course, he never disclosed too much about what happened between he and Makoto. While they weren't sworn to secrecy, they would prefer to keep their relationship private, simply to avoid any unnecessary drama. They were simply two best, completely platonic, childhood friends...or so it appeared that way.

After a few moments of silence, Nagisa came out with a bold question. "Since Rei-chan and Mako-Chan are gone...can I ask you something, Haru-Chan?"

"Sure, I guess." Haru was out of fucks to give as he poked at his food.

"You and Mako-Chan spend so much time together and you know each other so well. You're literally inseparable! So..I've been wondering for a while now...youtwoaredating, right?!"

Well shit. How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Perhaps it was that obvious.

Haru said nothing as he began to break out into a nervous sweat. He continued to look down at his lunch. Nagisa began to glow.

After a surprised gasp, Nagisa went off. "Ohmygosh, really!? I knew it! I knew it! How long have you two been together!?"

Haru remained expressionless, but he was more or less dying inside. He wasn't completely opposed to people knowing, but Nagisa would definitely be one of the last people from the team that Haru would want to know about his relationship. After an exasperated sigh of defeat, Haru replied. "About 2...3..."

"Weeks? Months!?"

"Years."

Nagisa squealed like an obnoxious fangirl. "WOW REALLY!? I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO! WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!? ACTUALLY, I DONT CARE, JUST TELL ME MORE!" Nagisa was back in Haru's sacred bubble of personal space.

Haru seemed to scoff a bit. "Nagisa, calm down. And back. Up."

Nagisa backed off with an apologetic smile. "Right, sorry Haru-Chan!" There was another awkward silence until another thought crossed Nagisa's mind. A mischievous smile crept onto his face. "Haru-Chan...while we're on the subject...can I ask you one more question about you and Mako-Chan. I'm so happy for you two."

After a few slightly tense moments, and a bit more distant coughing from the staircase, Haru finally responded. "Fine," sighed Haru, broken down by the young boy's attentive, yet annoying stare.

Nagisa kicked his feet in glee and gradually calmed down, looking for a way to ask such a question. "Well...Haru-chan...have you...and Mako-Chan..." Nagisa swallowed nervously, "...haveyouandMako-Chandoneityet?!"

"What?" Haru squinted his eyes in confusion.

"Sex, Haru! Have you and Mako-Chan had the sex??"

Haru looked slightly appalled as Nagisa managed to get up in his face again. He decided that it was no one's, especially not Nagisa's, business and did not answer.

"...well?"

Still no answer.

"Oh. My. Gosh. HARU-CHAN!" Nagisa exclaimed out of excitement and glee as he kicked his feet again like a child. "Iknewit! Iknewit Iknewit!"

'How the hell would you know?', Haru thought to himself.

"I had a feeling! The way you two look into each other's eyes..it had to be some sort of pent-up sexual tension! When did you guys first do it!? Does it feel good?! OH! Who tops? Mako-Chan, right?"

Haru decided to say nothing more. He was overwhelmed by the rambunctious little boy's (astoundingly accurate) assumptions.

"OH so I'm right! Iknewit!"

'Again with the "I knew it" crap.' Haru sighed to himself. 'How did the conversation even get this far? I've said almost nothing!'

"It has to be Mako-Chan! I mean, it only makes sense! He's always keeping you in check like he's your mom or something, Haru-Chan. He's also huge! And on certain days you used to not swim, which is weird for you, Haru-Chan! I mean, it makes sense that you wouldn't be able to, since you're the one taking Mako-Chan's-"

Haru's eyes widened. "OKAY, Nagisa." Haru has had enough of this shit.

"Oh c'mon Haru! There's nothing to be embarrassed about! I'm sure you're an awesome bottom!" Nagisa gave Haru a suggestive wink.

Haru sunk into the wall. 'Please make this stop.'

"And don't worry! If you want to skip practice because you're sore, we'd understand."

'Shut up, Nagisa.'

"Speaking of soreness, how bad does 'it' hurt?"

'Oh my gosh.'

"While doing it, how good does it feel!?"

'Nagisa...'

"Hmm..since you haven't been skipping practice lately, you're probably used to it...does that mean..you do it often? That's impressive, Haru-Chan!"

'Nagisa...stop.'

"I guess that would make sense. Is Mako-Chan rough? Or is he gentle with you like always?"

'He's literally talking to himself.'

"Hehe, If you enjoy it that much, Haru-Chan, then you must be," Nagisa snickered, "a size queen!"

"Stop." Haru didn't realize he said that put loud..and quite forcefully too.

"Oh...did I hit a soft spot...sorry Haru-Chan! But seriously, don't be embarrassed at all! Heck, if Rei-Chan and I were to do it, I know I'd be bottoming too."

"If we were to do what?" Rei and an exasperated, yet relived looking, Makoto had returned. Thankfully they hadn't heard the one-sided conversation going on.

"Rei-Chan! Uhh, Nothing!" The rambunctious blond began to blush a bit. "Uhh, me and Haru-chan thought of a great game to play at his party! So we can leave now!"

'Good idea,' Haru thought to himself, a light blush still present on his frowning face.

"But I wasn't able to participate in the discussion of said game. And there are still 3 minutes remaining for lunch so we don't have to return to class just ye-et!" Nagisa began to push Rei towards the front door.

"Right, I'll tell you on the way home later! Later Haru-Chan! See you and Mako-Chan at practice!" Nagisa winked at Haru and rushed out the door, pulling a very confused Rei with him.

"See you later, Haruka-Senpai and Makoto-Senpai!" Haru lazily waved back before the staircase door slammed shut.

Haru exhaled. Those two are exhausting. Nagisa is exhausting. Makoto was still confused as ever. "What was that about, Haru?"

Haru blushed once more as he glanced over at Makoto. "Uhh..nothing." He rested on Makoto's shoulder and returned his attention to his now cold lunch. Makoto shrugged it off with a gentle smile and a small chuckle as he wrapped his arm around Haru's back and it rubbed gently, leaning into him affectionately.

"Okay, Haru-Chan."

Haru sat in the warm bath water, relishing in the way it offered relief to his aching bones. He thought about...well mostly water, but also about the "party" just days away. He had planned it all out. Haru had decided to make himself a mackerel cake (seriously) and Makoto had insisted on making a chocolate cake. Haru also made preparations: he called Rin to invite him over, Makoto's mom agreed to prepare food for the get together, and after a lot of pressure from Nagisa, Haru agreed to let Nagisa choose a game as a 'surprise'. Haru wasn't very thrilled about it, but he didn't really care much either; as long as his friends, and his boyfriend, were there, he'd be perfectly satisfied.

Haru began to warm up at the thought of his boyfriend. It was all true; he and Makoto have been dating for 2 and a half years, through their first, second, and third high school years, in secret. And yes, their relationship had blossomed into a sexual one. Haru enjoyed it all immensely.

He smiled to himself and began to rub his hands over his weary legs, stopping abruptly at his knee. He cringed as he hit a sore spot that had accumulated from their unusually tough practice just hours before. He cringed again; a sore spot. His thoughts drifted to the awkward and ultimately one-sided conversation he had with Nagisa.

When he and Makoto first had sex, Nagisa was right; Haru did skip swimming that day. He remembers the day vividly: it was a slow and ultimately lame and unproductive practice because Makoto was too busy feeling and looking guilty for being the reason why Haru couldn't swim. Haru remembers how Kou got frustrated with the slow times Makoto had that day, as well as any other time he and Haru would have sex. They were surprised that no one caught on to what was really going on. But apparently, Nagisa was observant as ever. After a while, Haru had grown accustomed to sex, but sometimes, soreness did prevail.

Even though sex proved to be so problematic, Haru enjoyed it. Quite a lot, too. Makoto enjoys it too, but he hates how it hurts Haru. In fact, each time they had sex, Makoto would be reluctant to go through with it, especially on days before practice. Sometimes, Haru even had to fight Makoto in order to get what he wanted. Makoto would ask, "Why do you go through with this, knowing this effects your swimming? You love swimming, Haru!"

Haru would look him in the eyes, seriousness etched on his face, and say, "Because I love you, and I want to make you feel good. Makoto, if I am willing to skip swimming on certain days, just to let you screw me with your huge co-"

"Haru! That's...uhh, pretty blunt, don't you think!?" Makoto blushed like a fucking tomato (As usual) as he managed a nervous chuckle.

"Well, it's true." Haru said, in a surprisingly stoic manner. "If it means feeling good, with you...then I can deal with not swimming a few days."

"But Haru, it's not just swimming. I can't stand the idea of hurting you like that. Even if you don't swim, you still limp!"

Haru stood quietly for a moment. "It's not that noticeable," he said, turning his head away from Makoto, knowing that he was lying his ass off.

"Haruuu, even the nurse stopped you and asked what happened!"

"I fell down the stairs."

"Haru!!"

"What?! She believed it. And so did everyone else."

Makoto buried his face into his hands and sighed, chuckling to himself a bit. "What am I gonna do with you, Haru-Chan?"

"Fuck me."

Makoto turned red-, no he became a tomato, again. Then his inner mom began to take over. "Haru! You're too reckless! This is why you're always getting yourself hur-"

Haru chuckled to himself a bit and looked up at Makoto with a small smirk. "No, Makoto. You're just hung like a fucking horse."

Makoto covered his face. "Oh my gosh."

Haru smiled warmly, yet mischievously to himself as he allowed himself to sink into the warm bath water some more, thinking of all the sexual encounters he and Makoto had had, hands sliding down to his semi-erect member. He thought about Makoto; about how gentle and sweet he was to him, how he never seemed to initiate the sex but somehow ended up dominating Haru. He thought about more explicit things; about how he'd ogle his boyfriend's nether region at practice..in public..at home right before he attempted to deep throat- or get like, halfway down- his boyfriend's large member that he loved so very much.

Haru snapped out of his thoughts as he realized he was drooling. 'Okay, well..still I'm not a freakin' size queen,' he said to himself. Sure, he loved his boyfriend and his body, but it's not like he's obsessed or has a kink or anything. Who wouldn't be amazed at his beautiful boyfriend's gentle smile and adorable personality? Who wouldn't be entranced by his attractive face and down right sexy body, with his delicious abs and unintentionally snug pants that leave little to the imagination? Haru loves the way Makoto would be so humble about his physical attributes, the way he'd swoon over Haru's own body, the lovestruck look he'd have on his face, how blackened and dilated his pupils would become as he explored every inch of Haru, making sure he was satisfied before turning attention to his self.

Haru loved this part of their love-making. He loved to push Makoto on his back and kiss him all over as if to say, "thank you." Haru loved to straddle his boyfriend's hips, just to feel his prominent arousal poking so strongly at his backside, as if it were threatening to attack. Haru loved to undress Makoto, especially when it came to his oh so tight underwear, pulling them down and off his boyfriend, keeping such innocent eye-contact the whole time, only to get smacked in the face with his boyfriend's monstrous member.

Haru doesn't like failure, but when it comes to giving head to his boyfriend, Haru is happy to lose and try again, over and over. He knows that Makoto's member is something he'll likely, never conquer, being that Haru swears that it's way bigger than his face, but damn it, does he like to try.

And, while others say that condoms kill the mood, Haru loves this part. Well, more accurately, he loves to watch Makoto struggle to put them on. He would find himself melting, his own arousal twitching in anticipation as he relished in the sound of the latex snapping against his boyfriend's cock, hearing him hiss, complaining about how uncomfortably tight it was, that is, if it didn't rip.

But, Haru's absolute favorite part was when Makoto would finally begin to enter him, being gentle and sweet the whole time, hitting all his good spots so effortlessly, stretching him so wide, all while being only about halfway in. Haru loved it so much. He wanted it, he craved to be filled to the absolute limit with his boyfriend's huge ass co-

Haru began to cough violently as he ran out of oxygen and scrambled to the surface of his tub for air, realizing that he managed to submerge himself under water for a long time, just thinking about Makoto. After a loud and violent coughing fit that could probably be heard from across the neighborhood, Haru finally found his composure and left the tub, ignoring his obvious hard-on.

As he dried himself off and exited the bathroom, he heard banging at his front door. He grabbed a towel to wrap his lower half with and walked down the stairs to get the door. There stood a freaked out Makoto with a look of horror, but soon relief, on his face.

"Oh, thank goodness! I heard you coughing from my room and ran over here as quickly as possible. Me and my family thought you were dying, Haru!"

Haru looked at Makoto with a blank stare and a faint blush. "Uhh, no...I'm fine, Makoto. I just..had something stuck in my throat."

"Were you choking!?"

'Yes, on you in my dreams...'

"No, just..hot sauce that went down..weird..."

Makoto looked confused, but soon the look of worry turned back into his gentle smile. "Okay then, Haru-Chan. Please be careful from now on, you really gave me a scare."

"Drop the Chan."

"Haha, right, sorry Haru. Well, goodnight!" Haru waved at Makoto as began to walk down the steps back to his house.

Haru closed the door and slumped to the floor with a large sigh. 'Well, shit. I better go buy a fucking tiara because it looks like Nagisa was right; I really am a size queen.'