It was Sunday.

It'd been what, 18 hours since that night? Yeah. The one where they played truth or dare and Haruka and Makoto got more than slightly carried away with that one fucking dare.

In the dark.

Makoto rubbed his temples. Oh god.

The worst part about the entire thing was that Haruka had not one single regret, and nor did Makoto. They'd still passed the whole thing off as "just completing the dare" but Rei had given an in depth analysis about the way they were clinging to each other and how Haruka was pretty much fucking him with his tongue, and Nagisa had started talking about how they were pretty much married already. Somewhere in that conversation Haruka had got bored and fallen asleep, clutching Makoto's shirt.

The teasing was astronomical.

Eventually everyone decided to go to sleep but in the morning, surprise surprise, Makoto and Haruka had woken up in each other's arms, holding hands. Makoto was eternally grateful that Nagisa was a late sleeper because he would've never heard the end of it.


Makoto could feel the early morning light pressing on his eyelids as he began to wake up. He cracked an eye open, squinting in the sudden brightness. It was very warm in here which was odd - it was raining outside.

Slowly, Makoto opened his other eye. He yawned and attempted to stretch, but he was met with some resistance. Now fully awake, he looked down at his body and noticed that Haruka was snuggled into his chest. He was both confused and rather pleased, until he remembered the events of last night. Then his emotions all jumbled into a huge heap and his brain went to shit and completely shut down.

Why was Haruka so close? He usually detested human contact.

Makoto tried to shuffle out of Haruka's arms, but several years of front crawl swimming meant that he was strong. Despite all his attempts to not wake Haruka, he ended up stirring anyway.

God he was so cute when he was sleepy.

"Mmmph…. Makoto?" he mumbled sleepily, stifling a yawn. Makoto couldn't help smiling at him. He kissed his forehead, and grinned.

"Good morning, Haru-chan." he said. Haruka rubbed his bright blue eyes and looked around in confusion, before looking up at Makoto with one of his rare smiles.

"It is, isn't it?" he said. Makoto gaped slightly.

"You're smiling!" he said. "At me!"

"Why would I not be?" Haruka asked, raising a dark eyebrow. Makoto looked away, feeling a blush come to his cheeks.

"W-well, you kissed me for a dare but you were pretty... enthusiastic and I'm not sure if that was just for the dare or I'm not going to end this sentence, but Nagisa was teasing me because you fell asleep holding my shirt and I woke up and we were holding hands and you were wrapped around me really tight and-" he gushed, words flowing nonstop out of his mouth until Haruka pushed a finger onto his lips, silencing him.

"Makoto, after all the time you've known me do you really think I would've kissed you if I didn't want to anyway?" Haruka questioned. His smile wasn't there anymore - Haru-smiles were always short-lived - but Makoto could detect amusement in his sapphire eyes.

"You- you wanted to kiss me?" he stammered. Makoto sat up straight. "You-"

"Yes." Haruka mumbled. Makoto's furious blush must be contagious because there were traces of pink on Haruka's cheeks now.

"H-Haru, how long have you really wanted to do that?" he asked. Their eyes met for a second before Haruka turned away, replying only with a quiet hmph. Makoto laughed and stood up, extending a hand to Haru.

"Come on, let's get something to eat." he said. "You can have mackerel." Haruka considered this for a second before allowing Makoto to pull him up. As they made their way into the kitchen, Makoto noticed that Haruka hadn't released his hand yet.

"Haruka?" he said, suppressing a laugh. "You need to let go now. So that you can cook your mackerel."

"Oh, right," Haruka mumbled, releasing his hand. Makoto snickered behind his hand. "Do you want to help?" he asked.

"Oh, no! I'll probably destroy the kitchen." Makoto said, gesturing with his hands to prove his point. Haruka nodded. Last time Makoto had tried to cook something he'd nearly set his kitchen on fire. His mother had banned him from cooking unsupervised in case he actually killed someone.

Makoto leaned against the table and watched Haruka grill the mackerel in silence. Nagisa and Rei were still asleep, so he had time to sort out his thoughts.

Well, if he actually needed to, that is. Makoto had determined a very long time ago that he was utterly smitten with the raven-haired boy. This revelation had come at about age 14 out of literally nowhere and Makoto had been so surprised by it that he'd spent three hours cleaning his entire house to distract himself from it.

His mother had sung his praises for a month but that didn't change the fact that Makoto was infatuated with his best friend.

Thankfully, he was shaken out of his reverie by the smell of mackerel.

"Hey, mackerel's ready." Haruka said, motioning for Makoto to grab his plate. He noticed that Haruka had only cooked enough food for two people and he looked over at Nagisa and Rei.

"What about those two?" he asked.

"They can make their own breakfast." Haruka said.

"What, and I can't?" Makoto teased.

"No."

Makoto laughed pretty hard at that. However, the grilled, salted mackerel really smelled good and it was hard to resist for too long. It wasn't Makoto's favourite but he could see why he liked it so much.

The two of them ate in a comfortable silence, making little noise but the clinking of their forks against the plates. Once they finished, Makoto washed the plates, and Haruka dried them and put them away.

"We should get dressed." Haruka said, turning around. Makoto froze and swore under his breath. "What is it?"

"I forgot to bring some extra clothes…" Makoto said sheepishly. Haruka huffed in a way that could only mean 'idiot.'

"Come on, I probably have some of your clothes." he said, grabbing Makoto's wrist.

"Wait, what?"

"You keep leaving them here." Haruka explained. Makoto was pretty sure that wasn't true, but he didn't bother asking about it.

Once they reached Haru's room, the shorter boy headed straight to his wardrobe and pulled out a small cardboard box.

"How many of my clothes do you have?" Makoto asked, gaping. "And oi! That's my favourite shirt!" he said, pulling out an orange and yellow t-shirt.

"I like that one. You should wear it more." Haruka said, throwing it at him. Also in the box were a pair of shorts, a grey shirt, one of Makoto's school ties and a random green sock. Makoto caught it and began to get dressed, while Haruka busied himself with finding a shirt to wear. He was wearing his boxers and not swimming trunks, Makoto noticed. Makoto also noticed how he was deliberately turned away while Makoto was shirtless and had to suppress a grin.

"Hey, Makoto?" Haruka asked.
"Hm?"

"You should kiss me more often." he said.

"...Okay th- mmph!"


(A/N)

In which Haruka is not subtle.

Not at all. In my headcanon he's really impatient. Although that's probably canon. I don't know, I haven't finished High Speed! yet.

Still have no idea why I'm writing this. Mostly because I said I might do another chapter and I know that now I've said that I'm fucked. Also I was re-reading this and somehow it grew by about 300-400 words so I hope you enjoy those extra 300-400 words.

What can I say, writing awkward gay boys is fun. (by the way Julchen, I've never actually kissed anyone so I'm glad you thought it was good!)

This was supposed to be a oneshot what the fuck is going on. Also, sorry about how strangely this chapter is structured. I don't actually plan things, I just bullshit as I go along and I changed my mind about what I was doing halfway through that paragraph. I tried to blend it in but idk if it worked. I hope it wasn't too confusing ^^;;

Next chapter will include school, Haruka having no boundaries, and probably some more kissing. We all like kissing, right?

See you then!

(as a side note, did you all see how completely adorable Makoto was last episode, falling asleep in Haru's porch? My baby)