Okay, this is my first fanfiction. Well... The first fanfic that I'm posting. Anyway. I don't own Free! and I never will. Enjoy the story.
"Haru! Haru-chan!"
Haru turned around and saw his brown haired friend chase after him.
"Drop the 'chan', I'm not a girl."
His friend chuckled.
"I know that, but I had to something to get you to hear me."
"I heard you just fine." Haru muttered.
'What was that, Haru?" Makoto asked.
"Nothing. Let's go, Nagisa and Rei are waiting for us."
"Oh, is it okay if Kisumi joins us?"
'No, it isn't.' Haru thinks.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great! I'll call him."
Haru turned and gave Makoto some privacy. He leaned on the railing and looked out at the sea, feeling somewhat peaceful. But his thoughts were interrupted by laughter, he glanced over and saw Makoto smiling with a small blush on his face. His eyes locked with Haru's and widened, he quickly says goodbye and puts his phone away.
"Hehe, turns out Kisumi can't make it, but he says he'll try to meet up with us later.''
"That's fine."
As they made their way towards the restaurant, Haru notices the little things. The way Makoto's hand would brush up against his, or the way he would stand a little to close. Haru knew that none of this was intentional, but that didn't stop him from wishing that it was. How he wished that he was the one who got those good morning texts, or to be the last person Makoto says good night to and the first person he says good morning to. What he wouldn't give to be the person Makoto loved.