Haru woke up feeling bad.
Just…
bad.
His throat felt thick and painful, and even when he took a long swig of water it didn't help.
He looked at his phone, debating whether to call Makoto and tell him he wasn't going to school today, but then decided that it was better to swim than stay home.
Swimming was more fun.
Thus, when Makoto rang the doorbell and Haru opened the door, he said "Let's go" rather quickly and speedwalked out of the house.
"Haru," said Makoto.
There was nothing, no question in his voice.
Just "Haru."
Haru turned around, silent because his throat hurt.
"Are you okay?"
So simple, and Haru couldn't answer it, because when he opened his mouth to speak, no sound came out.
Panicking internally, he tried to force his voice out, but all that came was a whisper.
Makoto's eyes widened. "You're sick."
"No," whispered Haru, but Makoto wouldn't take it.
"Come on, back to the house with you. You're in no shape to go to school."
Haru tried to push him away but his arms felt like rubber, and so he was marched over to his bedroom.
Makoto raided his closet and found warm fleece pajamas, then gave them to Haru and said, "Will you be okay today?"
Haru gave him the A-okay sign, but Makoto nevertheless went into the kitchen and heated up some readymade soup, then got some medicine out of the cabinet and handed both to him.
Haru looked at the clock on the wall.
8:20
"Makoto," he began to whisper, but the taller male shushed him.
"Don't worry about anything right now, there's no hurry," Makoto said, green eyes twinkling in a kind smile. "I'm going to school now, okay?"
As he shut the door, Haru whispered, "But you're ten minutes late now."
A/N: Hey everyone! I decided that Free was going to be the subject of my new fanfiction :P
Remember that reviews mean love-hearts, so lots of hearts = lots of chapters :3
(Yes, I am a Phangirl.)Thanks for reading and please leave any comments you may have!
