A/N: Heya everyone! I'm back... with another Free! fanfic ^_^ Yup, I can barely think of writing anything else right now. Le ultimate fail :P

But anyway...hm... I have no idea where this story came from. Yup. I was just playing games and somehow ended up wanting to write

this XD

But who cares how this story came about! It's already done and posted here~ :)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading this! (Yeah...random me is random... XP)

"Makoto… what are you doing?" Haru asked, looking at the brunette questioningly.

"Putting on some makeup," Makoto replied, her eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror so as to not apply her mascara wrongly.

"Why do you need to put on any makeup? You already look very beautiful without any on," Haru said, wrapping his arms around her from the back of her neck, leaning his head against her shoulder.

Makoto giggled at this, saying a word of thanks as she tilted her head to give her boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek, before reaching out for the lipstick on the table.

"Well, all this makeup is a present from Nagisa after all. It would be a waste not to use them," she told him, before applying a layer of lipstick and turning around to let Haru see.

"So, how do I look?" she asked shyly, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Beautiful as always," Haru said without hesitation, flashing her a soft smile as he leaned in for a kiss.

Though after they broke apart, Makoto was confused as to the look of surprise on Haru's face. She started getting worried that she had done something wrong, beginning to apologise profusely.

"I'm so sorry Haru! Did I do something weird?!" she screamed out in a panic, waving her arms about frantically.

However, Haru did not respond, and proceeded to lick his lips, staring down at the floor while doing so, as if lost in his thoughts. He soon looked up at Makoto again, who had just regained her composure, only for it to start breaking down again as she noticed the strange glint in his eyes.

Haru lifted up his right hand and moved it towards her, making Makoto close her eyes in reflex, waiting for an impact. However, there was none. At least, not on her face. She felt a warm, familiar touch tracing her lips, eliciting a gasp out of her at the feeling. The warmth was soon gone though, and she re-opened her eyes again just in time to see Haru licking one of his fingers.

"Hmm…Makoto, your lipstick."

"Huh? What about it? Is something wrong with it?" she asked, totally confused and beyond embarrassed at this point.

"No, it's just that…" he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer before continuing, "…It tastes like mackerel."

And that was the last thing he said, before he managed to capture Makoto's lips with his own.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Plz fav, follow and review! :)