(A/N): Once again I'm just moving some old stuff from quotev to here. This is probably not as good as the newer stuff I posted since I wrote it almost a year ago, but...well I hope you enjoy it all the same. It'd been a lot if you left a review, but don't feel pressured~!

Downpour

"Haru? Aren't you forgetting something?" the brunette boy asked as a sultry, dark haired boy appeared from the house. He looked at the taller boy with dark, deep blue eyes and an unreadable expression.

"What?" he asked simply, his voice as monotone as usual.

"An umbrella? It's due to rain today and it's not looking nice out." At this, the brunette turned to look at the sky, which was covered by a shield of gray clouds.

"It's fine. I don't mind getting wet." Haru stepped off his porch and started walking alongside his friend, Makoto. The two always walked to school together, or swim club, sometimes they headed into town as well.

Makoto rolled his vibrant green eyes, "of course-it's water, isn't it?" he waited for the slight nod from the black haired boy. "Y'know, I don't really want to get wet...you could have grabbed an umbrella for me too."

"Why didn't you take one from your own house?" Haru replied, looking sideways and raising a thin eyebrow slightly.

"My siblings stole them all. I was hoping I could rely on someone to bring one for me to huddle under...but oh well." The brunette marked this with a sigh. In truth, he had allowed his brother and sister to take the umbrellas, feeling they would need it more than he did. He didn't want them to get wet, but didn't like the idea so much himself.

"If you shared with Nagisa it would be comical." the shorter boy remarked, smirking a little to himself. Makoto took this as a sign he was in a good mood today. Haru wasn't the type to smile, much less tell jokes. He laughed brightly at the joke, imagining sharing an umbrella with the blonde boy so much shorter than himself. Nagisa would either be on tip-toes, or Makoto crouching down so far he was bending over.

They walked in silence for a little bit, staring at the town around them as it started to come to life. People were waking up, opening shops and tending to front gardens. A few looked at the sky with worried eyes.

Makoto jumped a little when he felt the back of Haru's hand touch his. He'd had no idea that they'd been walking so close to each other.

It was then he realized what Haru was asking for, and slipped his fingers into the quiet boy's palm. Haru's fingers squeezed Makoto's slightly, as though in thanks. Makoto blushed a little as he realized how big his hands were compared to Haru's slender fingers.

"What's up?" the brown haired boy asked, knowing his friend wasn't usually this affectionate.

"I just...missed you." Came the reluctant response.

"It's only been the weekend-two days." Makoto almost laughed, but he had no doubt his friend was completely serious. Haru wasn't one to joke and had been sending messages to Makoto's phone every five minutes.

"I missed you too," Haru's fingers tightened again. When Makoto looked sideways, he was that the boy's normally paper-white face was tinged with pink. His midnight blue eyes flickered to the taller boys for a moment, before turning away.

Makoto was starting to realize something was very different, for Haru was acting even more quiet and awkward than ever.

He openeed his mouth to repeat his earlier question, when something fell on his nose. A cold raindrop.

"It's starting to rain," Haru commented, turning his face towards the clouds.

"I told you, didn't I?" Makoto sighed, starting to hurry along the street, his shoes starting to slip on the concrete as he walked.

Haru, however, stayed put, firmly resisting the taller boy's tugs so that there arms were outstretched, their fingers still interlocked.

"Haru? C'mon," the brown haired boy called as he flicked his fringe from his eyes. He took a small step forward so that their hands didn't have to be so high, but he pulled on the shorter boy's in the hope to get him moving.

Haru was staring into the grey clouds intently, raindrops running down his cheeks like tears, with little droplets caught in his hair that shone like jewels in the murky light.

"I want to stay." He said firmly, looking at Makoto moodily.

"We're getting soaked," was the reply, though the taller boy stepped forward again. Puddles were beginning to form and both their clothes were damp.

"There's something I need to tell you." Haru continued, dismissing Makoto completely.

"Can't it wait until we get to school?" the taller boy glanced around them, he was getting impatient. Sure, Haru was quirky, but he didn't have time to stand in the rain and get wet today. The rain was starting to come down in sheets, harder every second.

"Makoto..." Haru took a breath, as though something was stuck in his throat. "I don't want to be friends."

Suddenly getting to school on time didn't matter. Makoto saw the world crashing around him, the best friend he had had since they were little, since they first started swimming, didn't want to be with him? His whole body felt numb, like he had been plunged into a tomb of ice.

"What?" it was barely a whisper, but it was all he could choke out to say. He felt Haru's fingers tighten again, but it felt distant.

"I don't like you like that." Haru's grip tightened in time with his jaw. Makoto wavered, like that?

There was a long silence, during which was a long thunder roll. They were both drenched through, hair plastered to their skulls yet neither really felt it. Makoto felt warm tears merging with the cold rain. He couldn't lose one of the most important people in his life. He opened his mouth to attempt a reply, but was interrupted.

In one smooth motion, Haru stepped forward, reached up and jammed his lips into Makoto's. His free hand wrapped around the taller boys neck so that it was easier to kiss him considering the height difference.

Makoto's heart felt as though it had jumped back to life again. It all clicked into place as Makoto cupped Haru's cheek with his other hand, Haru's strange behaviour made sense.

And as they stood, kissing with rain pouring down around them, slipping into their mouths and making their skin slippery and cold, Makoto realized...

...he loved Haru as more than a friend too.

Haru pulled away a tiny fraction, then surveyed Makoto's expression.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered, lowering himself from being on tiptoes.

"Don't be, Haru," Makoto paused, he could barely see due to the thick rain. "I love you too."

Haru gave one of his rare, but beautiful smiles. He pulled Makoto into another kiss, his lips damp from the rain. When he finally pulled away, maybe for breath, Makoto smiled.

"Be sorry that you've made us late for school."