Hello. Hi. This is quite odd. I'm typically one to read others stories than to make one, but I just felt like making one for fun. Hopefully you guys can enjoy it! It's my first one ever, so not sure how this is going to turn out. Oh well.

Haruka wasn't one to believe in the supernatural. In fact, out of all his friends, he seemed to be the realistic one in the group. Makoto would believe anything Nagisa said, Nagisa himself had quite an imagination and would sometimes scare himself, and Rei would always try to appear as if he knew it all but honestly had a few doubts himself. But not Haruka. He knew that if a house creaked, it was probably settling in or the boards were too old to not creak. Everything had a reason behind itself, yet Haru still couldn't figure out why his body had been acting so differently.

It all began a Saturday morning. Haruka had woken up with a sudden hunger that didn't seem to come from his stomach. "How odd," he thought to himself as he got up and headed down to his kitchen to make some mackerel to eat. On his way there, his eyes felt irritated from the sun that was starting to seep through the curtains of his windows. Had he gotten up late? Why did the sun seem so bright? In annoyance, he pulled on the curtains to block the sunlight from entering his home and went back to make his breakfast.

After quite a meal, Haruka still felt hungry. Had he skipped dinner yesterday? He was sure he had eaten the night before. As confusing as it may have been, Haru chose to ignore this hunger that seemed to build a knot in his throat and decided that a long bath was what he needed to clear out his thoughts. But before he could make his way to the bathroom, a cellphone buzzed. Picking it up, he glanced to see who would be. The screen lit up with a message from Makoto.

Mamakoto : Hey Haru! I know you explained the hw to me yesterday, but I still don't get it. Can I come over in a few for help? :)

Well, he didn't mind. Honestly, he wasn't sure he had any plans today. He replied with a quick Sure. and turned off his screen, heading on to the bathroom for a quick soak, if he could make it quick. While sliding the door open to the bathroom, he was hit, or shined with, a dilemma: the window above his bath was letting in a lot of irritating sunlight. Why? Dear god, why was it so bright? As a matter of fact, why were his eyes so weak?

He looked down, making sure his eyes were covered by his black, inky hair, and slowly made his way besides the bath. Alright, everything is fine, good. Haru knelt down and continued on to feel for the knob for the water. Once he had a hold of it, he quickly turned it and pushed a plug that would make sure his bathtub would get full of water. Nice! Made it! Done! But he celebrated too soon. Accidentally, he took a glance at the window, which directly gave him a full view of sunlight. "AH!" Haru let out a cry as he pushed himself forward into the rising water, hitting his head on the side of the tub. Great, brilliant Haru.

He couldn't stay facing away from the light forever, if Makoto found him like this, he'd most likely call 911 in a heart beat and shake him to get any sign of life from him. Haru couldn't risk that. It was then that he noticed he was still wearing a shirt and pants. He could just let them dry later, so he slid out of them, revealing his black swimsuit with purple accented stripes adorning them. One of his most comfortable ones at that. Seeing as how he was finally running out of breath, he pushed himself up the get a gulp of air he so badly needed, carefully taking note to not look up at the window. A new sensation started to build up on Haru's back. A burning one. Had global warming finally hit the world? Almost immediately, Haru sank into his bath trying to let the cool water relax his skin and get the knot that was now growing bigger in his throat to stop bothering him. Yet, for almost the first time in his life, the water did not help. In fact, the damn head injury he'd gotten earlier had become a new nuisance in his list of things that weren't going well today.

Knowing that soaking longer wouldn't seem to help and that Makoto would be here at any moment, Haru decided to cut his time in the bath short and lifted himself out. He quickly made his way to his room and dried off there, slipping on a blue shirt and gray sweats while at it. As he dried off his hair, Haru heard someone ringing at his door. Makoto was here. Haruka rushed to the front door and opened it to greet Makoto.

"Hey Haru-chan!" he exclaimed, "you barely got out of the bath?"

"Barely," breathed Haru as he continued to dry off his hair with a towel on his head, "and I told you to drop the -chan Makoto."

Makoto couldn't help but let out a giggle and continued on, "Right right. Anyways, will you let me in now? It's quite hot out here."

Haru nodded and shut the door behind Makoto as he entered. Makoto let out a sigh of relief once he was inside the cool house, but he blinked twice in a realization that all the windows' curtains had shut the light from the outside, making it quite dark inside.

"So, care to explain all this?" he asked as he pointed to all the windows in the living room. Haruka wasn't sure how to explain the sudden irritation the sun was giving him that day, but it was the truth.

"The sun's too bright today. Hurts my eyes."

At this, Makoto raised an eyebrow. Had Haru barely woken up? Was he sick? Pink eye? His eyes seemed fine though.

"So, what is it you don't understand from the homework?" Makoto's thoughts were cut short from his friend's sudden question.

"Oh! Right! Well, I still don't understand the whole trigonometric identities thing. How do I use them?" Both the latters settled down at the kitchen table as Makoto began to pull out his books.

A few minutes went by, things seemed to be normal, but then Haru's hunger came back. The knot in his throat began to grow, at which Haru furrowed his eyebrows at. Why now? He glanced over to Makoto to see if he had noticed him, but the boy was too busy doing his work to notice Haruka. Slowly, Haru's eyes traced from Makoto's face to his neck. A pulse being visible, Haru couldn't help but gulp. A gulp? Haru quickly shook his head. Was he mad? Why gulp at Makoto's... He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought, being once again in a trance with Makoto's neck. What was so amusing of this neck? The pulse that made itself visible every second that passed? The fact that every time he glanced at it, the knot in his neck seemed to grow? What was it?

Then, Haru looked back up at Makoto to see if he was still doing his work, which he wasn't. He hadn't for quite some time. Makoto knew Haru was looking at him for a while. Embarrassed, Haruka looked down at his arms, feeling heat grow from his cheeks up to his ears. What was wrong with him?

"Haru?" Makoto let out questionably, "Is there something wrong?" He began to reach for Haru's forehead to see if maybe he had a fever, but was stopped by the others hand, which he noticed was cold.

"It's just that..." Haru couldn't speak. On his hand, all he felt was Makoto's pulse, which seemed to be quickening as he worried. Why can I feel it so clearly? He quickly pulled back and began to speak, "It's just that I was wondering if you were hungry."

"Oh!" chirped Makoto. Odd, it wasn't something Haru would hesitate to ask. There was something else bothering Haru, but if he didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't push him. "Well, I wouldn't mind a snack."

"A snack. Yes. Right. On it." Rapidly, Haru stood up and looked in his cupboards and pulled out quite a few chips for him and Makoto, along with two bottles of water from the fridge. "Here," he said as he set down all he got in front of Makoto's papers.

"Thanks Haru," he smiled, and went back to work on the formulas he was told to work on.

Even with all this food in front of him, Haru couldn't help but go back to looking at his friend's neck. Without realizing it, he was slowly leaning closer to it. Why was he so drawn to it? Why was he now noticing how even his neck seemed muscular to the rest of Makoto's body? Was Makoto's neck hair always that light? Why did it smell so-

"Haru-chan..." Makoto gulped at his friend who was a few inches away from his neck.

"Sorry!" Haru blurted out. Once again, he began to blush. What was he to do in this position? Was there even an excuse to come up with. At that, Haru bolted from his seat, and ran to his room, letting out, "Restroom!" on his way there. He quickly shut the door behind him and leaned against it as he tried to think over everything that was going on.

So, I'm attracted to Makoto's neck. That's what's going on right? What else could there be? Is this a fetish? But Makoto's neck was irrelevant yesterday, so why today? And why do my eyes hurt? Are my eyes that whacky that they're seeing things differently, like Makoto's neck? Yeah, maybe, but is that even a thing? Also, there's this thing over my neck. What's this feeling? Do I want to cry? No, why would I? Do I want to cry over Makoto's neck? No! That's ridiculous! Though he wouldn't mind- Wait! No! Haru! No! God, what's wrong with me-

And at that moment, Haru can only come up with the most ridiculous reason for why he's feeling these things.

...My neck is attracted to Makoto's neck.

HA. HAHA. NECKS.

Yeah well, I mean, what else is he to think? Vampires? Pshhhhhhh riiiight.