"Tried to get the candy bar that didn't drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can u help me out" AU
Makoto should have known better. He knew in his heart of hearts that he should not have put his arm in the vending machine. It was a miracle it fit in there in the first place, if we're being honest. And yet, here he was, on the verge of tears, fingers lightly grazing the Twix that his hand would never fully grasp, and arm painfully stuck in between the panels of the vending machine's security system.
"Haaaaruuuuu—" he wailed, as his best friend stood there, absorbing the scene.
"Makoto." He finally said after a minute of dumbfounded staring. "…You're stuck."
"Don't laugh at me!" Makoto whined, covering his face with his free arm and resting it on the vending machine glass. To the average observer, Haru was calm and composed, but Makoto knew the implications of the slightly lilting tone of voice, twinkling eyes, and lip twitch all too well.
Growing up, Makoto was always the one getting in trouble, despite his typically cautious behavior. Somehow, he was the one who ended up with his pants caught at the top of the slide when he was at the bottom. Or the one who went the whole day with a chocolate milk stain on his cheek in kindergarten, trying to figure out why Haru kept looking away every time he saw him, until Haru finally licked his fingers and wiped his face with a friendly-but-rude, "baka Makoto". By now, Makoto knew exactly when Haru was making fun of him, and this was definitely one of those times.
"Haru, please help me get out of here before people start coming in after class!"
"This is what you get for eating so much junk food. When was your last proper meal, Makoto?"
"That has nothing to do with it, Haru!" Makoto tried in vain to yank his arm out once again. Failure tastes like lost chocolate and caramel.
Haru pulled out his seldom-used cell phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Makoto calmly.
"Answer me, or this is going to Nagisa."
"Last Saturday! I had some rame—"
Click.
"Okaaay, it was when you made dinner for me last Wednesday! I was just too busy studying to get a full meal!"
Being a university student was a lot of hard work, and Makoto spent a lot of time in the library with his Introduction to Philosophy of Education study group. Makoto was never really good at the whole "cooking and cleaning for himself" thing, considering he usually only had to cook for Ran and Ren every once in a while when his parents were out for a date night. Even then, they usually just went to Haru's house and ate whatever dish he would "accidentally" prepare too much of. So, remembering to go to the dining hall to actually eat something was a fleeting hope, much like the idea of being home before 11 pm and going to sleep at a decent hour.
"Promise me that if I help you get your hand out, you're going to go and eat something with vegetables in it."
"I promise, Haru-chan!" Makoto said, reverting back to old habits in his desperation.
Satisfied, Haru put his phone in his back pocket and started pulling his friend out of the vending machine.
5 hours later, Makoto's phone lit up with a notification.
"why did you even think you would fit in the vending machine mako-chan? I can't even fit my hand in there wwwww (●´艸`)´艸`)´艸`)"
