Word Count: 275

Literally what is the plot to this but gay idk


He does not know when he first starts to fall in love with his best friend. Maybe there is no start at all. Maybe he has always loved him, in different degrees – the love all children have for their companions or the love a boy has for his best friend or maybe even both – and that love simply bridged into being in love.

Likewise, he cannot pinpoint the exact moment this started. Now, he can almost not remember life without the warmth of Haru's hands in his own or the taste of chlorine on his lips.

And try as he might, he cannot think of their relationships start.

They had always been close – had held hands long before it became more than a simple friendship, had hugged each other before in meant something more. They just seem to transition into this – kissing and lying together in each other's arms.

That is one thing he can think of with clarity, the first time they kiss. When Haru slips his hand into Mako's, it is no surpise. But the kiss, fast and wonderful, the kiss that tastes of chlorine and mackerel and underneath all that salt.

Their romance is not rushed and rough and frightening, as the ocean during a storm is. Instead, it is steady and calm and smooth and breath-takingly beautiful, like a pool surface you are preparing to slide into. The feeling is familiar and astounding all at once.

And, he thinks, as he lies in bed with Haruka in his arms, perhaps not being able to think of a start is not a bad thing.

Without a start, there can be no end.