Either cupid has gone ballistic or there is something in the water because everyone seems to be bitten by the love bug. The span of 5 days feels like an eternity and a half for Makoto, and the first domino to tip is Haruka.

:Monday:

The weekend felt like a blur and before Makoto knew it, it was Monday. And so, the week began as it usually did; a study session with his best friend. The night was young and the two sat in Haruka's living room. Silently, they began their studies. Not much happened for quite time. Haruka put his pencil down which caused Makoto to glance up through his glasses.

"I'll have a dinner prepared." He said in a barely audible tone. Makoto smiled thankfully and turned his attention back to his textbook. Haruka had been in the kitchen for a while, longer than he had expected. When he heard the clinking of plates, he half expected Haruka to come out with a smorgasbord of mackerel dishes. Much to his surprise, Haruka comes out, sporting his apron, with two plates of yakisoba. Makoto took off his glasses and cooed.

"Wow, Haru! It looks delicious! But I hope you didn't spend too much time preparing this." He cleared off the table and placed their textbooks off to the side.

"It's no big deal. Tonight's a special occasion." Haruka shrugged.

"Huh? Special occasion?" Makoto furrowed his brows and looked at his friend who simply placed the plates down. "Haru?"

Haruka stayed silent.

After finishing dinner, which Makoto thought was probably the best meal he's ever had with Haruka, the two continued with their homework. By the time Makoto actually finished his last equation, his brain was ready to burst. He ruffled his own hair and fell backwards onto the floor with an exasperated sigh.

From across the kotatsu, Makoto heard Haruka mumble something. He sat up and held a hand to his ear, smiling. Haruka pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down. He suggested they watch a movie.

"Sure!" Makoto smiles, "Which one?"

Haruka just shrugs and walks towards his room. Makoto follows.

Without speaking any words, Haruka put the DVD in and presses play.

Makoto sat down and leaned against Haruka's bed, Haruka did the same.

It didn't take very long to get a sense of just exactly what kind of movie it was.

Before the first 10 minutes have passed, he already had his hands up covering half of his face. The dark scenes, the creepy music, and the eerie characters were all giving him heart palpitations. The unsuspecting girl walked through the house. Her flashlight inconveniently running out of battery. She opens the door, slowly and it's utterly torturous for poor Makoto. As soon as the music paused, Makoto knew it was coming. Delivering what it promised, the murderer popped out of nowhere and violently murdered the innocent character. Makoto screamed and buried his face in Haruka's shoulder. His sweatshirt providing the perfect shield from the horror.

"H-haru," he mumbles into the fabric, "how about we study some more? Or play kingdom hearts? Or, or watch paint dry?"

Just then, Makoto felt Haruka's arm wrap around his shoulder and squeeze him tight. There was a pause.

He hummed in confusion and lifted his head to look at Haruka. He was biting the inside of his cheek and his ears are beat red from what Makoto could see.

"Is everything okay?" he asked worried.

He watched Haruka's adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. He turned to Makoto, looking him straight in the eye. Makoto started at the sudden change in mood and leaned back a bit. They sat there in that position for a few moments. Makoto turned his lip up in a nervous, questioning smile.

Haruka's upper lip stiffened and his eyes were filled with determination. He grasped Makoto firmly by the shoulders and took in a deep breath, "You are very special to me and even though you aren't as special as water I still think you are wonderful and I really like you and the times when I get a new suit and nobody else notices but you do make me really happy and lets be more than friends."

Makoto opened his mouth and took a breath in, closed it, opened it, and closed it again as he let the breath out.

He was pretty much dumbstruck seeing as 1) That's the most Haruka has ever spoken ever, and 2) What the what?

"I uh, that's um," Makoto's heart was beating a mile a minute, he mustered what he thought was an appropriate expression and-in fear of hurting his dear friend's feelings-said, "W-well, thanks?"

He close his eyes to smile bigger, hoping to shake off whatever this situation was. As soon as he did, however, Haruka pulled at his shoulders and their mouths came crashing into each other.

It was a bit painful, awkward, and their noses smooshed each other. Makoto's eyes popped wide while Haruka's closed contently. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he moved his hands frantically. His mind sped at lighting speed and his inner voice screamed incoherent nonsense.

Finally coming to a decision, Makoto's hands landed on Haruka's shoulders and he pushed away. Their kiss departed with a loud smacking noise.

"Haru!" Makoto said exasperated and confused. His expression mimicked a "What in God's green earth is going on?" look, or something similar at least.

"I was comforting you from the scary murderer." Haruka said with a blank expression. His eyes staring right the other's.

"Comf-" Makoto, face burning, stood up suddenly with his hands straight at his sides. His fists clenched and unclenched, not really knowing how to hold them. "I," he thought of the only thing that came to mind and bowed, "I have to go."

And without even looking at Haruka, he rushed out the room, through the hallway, grabbed his shoes (definitely not bothering to put them on), and booked it out the door.

Haruka sat there, expression unchanged, and listened to Makoto hurriedly leave. When he finally hears the door shut, the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

Makoto laid in his bed, staring at his ceiling contemplating if that had actually happened. His lips tingled where Haruka had kissed him as he lightly ran his finger along them. And at that very thought-a kiss-Makoto shut his eyes tight. With an embarassed grown, he grabbed a pillow and burried his face in it. Knowing his voice wouldn't carry now, Makoto yelled into the fluff, "What the hell just happened?!"

:End of Monday: