A/N: I'm hungry. We should go grab some sandwiches together.
Kitari sighed. Leaning her head against the soft sofa cushion, she involuntary listened to Makoto's screeching coming from the floor above her.
"Haru-chan! Get out of the bath! You're going to get wrinkly!" Mako would protest.
"Drop the '-chan.'" Haru would retort.
And the cycle would continue until eventually Haruka would get his butt dragged out of the tub.
Silently thanking the gods that it was a weekend, Kitari got up from her spot on the couch and walked over to the kitchen and began preparing their lunches. She concluded that it would be a while until Makoto would convince Haru to get out, and she was starving.
"There's only mackerel!" She exclaimed as she searched high and low for something non-mackeral related.
Being unsuccessful, Kitari groaned and walked up the stairs to Haru's bathroom.
"Haru, why do you only have mackerel in your kitchen?" She asked as she opened the door.
"I don't remember giving you permission to snoop through my fridge." He retorted, drying his hair with a blue towel.
"Well, it's kinda expected from Haru. Sorry, Kitari. We can all go eat once Haru's finished getting ready." Makoto smiled. "I'll call them and tell them where we're going. Is chinese food okay with you two?"
"Hn."
"It's fine, Mako."
He walked out of the bathroom with his phone in his hands. Kitari stared at Haru as he continued to dry his hair.
"It's never going to dry if you do it like that." Kitari gently motioned for the towel in his hands. She felt a jolt of electricity go through her body as his fingers brushed hers.
"Sit."
He sat on the floor as she dried his hair. "Haru, why do you always sit in the tub? I mean, I understand that you want to feel the water, but still..." She asked, not sure if she was being inconsiderate or not.
He shrugged, liking the feeling of her nimble fingers through the towel on his head. "I just like the water."
"Ah. I should've known." She giggled. "Okay. I'm done."
"Thanks." He said. She put the towel in the hamper near the door.
"I'll go downstairs and wait for you with Mako." He nodded and walked into his room to change.
"Wait."
She turned around. "Yes?"
"You have something on your face."
Kitari's hand automatically went to her face. "Really? Where?"
"Here." He grabbed her wrist, and touched her lips with his.
It was a short, sweet kiss, but still it was a first kiss. That's a big deal.
He pulled away.
"H-Haru?" She stuttered. "W-what.."
"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you." He let go of her hand and walked into his bedroom to change.
Kitari's face was a deep red. Her hand went up to touch her lips.
She giggled.
He tasted like mackerel.