"Nagisa-kun quit doodling and finish your essay!" Rei yelled at Nagisa who ignored him. Instead, the blonde guy turned to Haru.
"Ne, Haru-chan, what do we have for dinner?" Nagisa asked in his ever cheerful voice.
"Saba."
"AGAIN!?" Both Nagisa and Rei protested in unison. The bespectacled guy continued to ramble on how it was not healthy to eat the same food all the time and the importance of balanced diet. Meanwhile, Nagisa whined about the food, his homeworks, Rei, and everything in between. Haru sighed. They could never understand the glory of saba.
Resigned at the never ending protests of his two friends, he tried focusing on his own homework but a chuckling Makoto caught his attention. The taller guy, wearing his easy smile, attempted pacifying the other two. This guy had always been their mediator. Focusing with schoolwork was hard enough but having Makoto beside him was another thing. Somewhere between their bickering, Haru placed his right hand on the floor, between him and Makoto. And during those exchanges the pinky finger of the other guy had somehow reached his own. It idly caressed and played Haru's pinky finger, unknown to the oblivious duo in front of them. Of course, Haru would not be able to concentrate with that.
Trying to keep his face straight, which was hard considering a faint blush was already creeping up on his cheeks, he looked down and appeared reading his notes. Haru felt a bigger hand turned his right hand. Makoto was now drawing lazy circles on Haru's palm while answering his homework. It tickled Haru but more than that, he felt his heart thumping hard in his chest. He caught Makoto's hand in an attempt to stop him, but the other guy held his hand instead and a thumb stroking the back of Haru's hand. Eyes widening in shock, he glanced on his side. Makoto just looked back and smiled, a smile different from all his other smiles. It was meant for Haru alone. That was the kind of smile that was followed by menacing yet seductive look from those emerald eyes. It was only a brief moment, but enough to make Haru shiver. Like that time when Makoto looked at him with those eyes when he was about to put his co—Haru shook his head, attempting to dismiss the heat pooling on his groin. He would not want anyone in this room catching him with a hard on.
"I'll prepare dinner," he announced while standing abruptly, catching the other three in surprise. Haru did not care, and with hurried steps, he made way to the kitchen.
"Ah!" Rei gasped. "Haruka-senpai enough with the saba! Haruka-senpaiiiii!" He called out and followed Haru in the kitchen.
"I'll help too!" Haru heard Nagisa's voice from behind.
"Haru-chan, we'll buy deserts at the convenience store," Nagisa said. After preparing the foods (with lots of lectures from Rei), the blonde guy insisted that they have pudding for desert.
Once they left, Haru opened the door to the living room and found Makoto fast asleep. He was sleeping on the floor with his bag as his pillow. The poor guy must have dozed off despite the ruckus in the kitchen.
Haru peered on the brunet's face. Makoto was curled up to his side, not caring if he wrinkled his uniform. He looked so relax. Haru fought the need to snuggle beside the other guy.
Haru watched him closely, noting all the fine details on Makoto's face. He let his hand feel the strands of the other's hair. It was so soft and felt good on his hands. No wonder he loved touching it during their intimate moment.
"Makoto wake up. We'll have dinner now," he tried shaking Makoto's shoulder but he wouldn't budge. He must have been really tired. Haru decided to leave him be and let himself enjoy the moment.
He traced every nook and cranny of the face before him, careful not to stir its owner. Makoto's face was that of complete calmness, an exact opposite when he was swimming. His muscles would tense up and his eyes full of determination. Sometimes Haru forgot which one should he be concentrating, the practice (or the competition) or just Makoto. The intensity that Makoto exuded was the best. If he said that Haru was best in water, Makoto was a lot cooler in there.
Saving the best for last, he explored his favourite place in Makoto's face next. A finger traced the outline of the lips, feeling its warmth and softness. It was a surprise to Haru when he learned that this beautiful mouth was not only capable of saying comforting words and showing gentle smiles but was also skilled in a lot of areas. Most of the time, it was slow and sweet, as if enjoying a dance. Other times, it was rough and hungry like a predator ravishing its prey. Haru loved all of it.
He'd love to ogle more but it was about time for the other two to come back. But before that happens, he had to say something.
"You are cool, Makoto," he murmured, before planting a soft kiss on the brunet's lips. He would never say that out loud when the other was awake but he had the urge to get it out of his system somehow.
Just after Haru broke the kiss, he heard the front door opened and Nagisa's voice chatting with Rei. He stood and fled from the living room, like a criminal fleeing from the crime scene.
"There you are!" Nagisa called, making Haru's shoulder jolt in surprise. "We're going to put these in the table."
Haru nodded. "Wake up Makoto, too."
The two entered the living room and Haru heard them saying eeh as if wondering at something. An alarm rang in Haru's head and tried to think if he left any traces of evidence from what he had done earlier. The arrangement of his living room flashed in his mind and he could not think of anything that looked amiss other than Makoto sprawled on the floor.
"Why is Makoto-senpai's face red?" Rei asked.
Reality dawned on Haru. A hand covered his mouth and his cheeks felt hot. He glared at the floor, waiting for it to swallow him whole right then and there.
