It was Monday. Ugh.

About 6:25am on Monday morning, to be precise.. Ren and Ran were jumping on Makoto in a ridiculously irritating fashion but he didn't actually mind. He'd been having a rather… odd dream. He wasn't about to go into specifics on the details but it involved a lot of blue, and maybe some water.

That's all you're getting from him.

Of course, he didn't tell Ren and Ran about his dream. They didn't care, they just needed something for breakfast. Also that would be entirely inappropriate.

"Brother! Brother!"

"Get out of bed, it's morning! Everyone needs to get up and have breakfast!" they called, jabbing him. Makoto grunted and pulled the sheets back over his head. He was seventeen, and he had not gotten enough sleep this weekend.

"Leave me aloooone…" Makoto whined. The twins did not relent, but eventually one of the twins managed to knee him in the crotch and that definitely woke him up. Makoto yelled, biting back a curse and doubled over.

"Ow! Ren, Ran, get off! Ouch…" he groaned, clenching his teeth. "Seriously…?"

"Sorry brother!" the pair yelled, charging off to the kitchen. His mother gave him a sympathetic smile, giggling with amusement. Makoto smiled weakly and headed downstairs.

He managed to find some cereal for them to eat while he put on his uniform, not wanting to risk cooking anything in case of sudden explosions. Ran managed to kick Ren in the groin too - Makoto was honestly too busy wondering how she had managed to kick two of three male family members in twelve minutes to do anything. By roughly 6:53 Makoto had managed to get out the house without any other dick-related incidents and by 7am he was knocking on Haruka's door.


Makoto wasn't actually sure why he bothered knocking on the door - Haruka was literally always in the bath. And sure enough, when he walked into Haruka's bathroom, there he was. He appeared to be thinking extremely hard, and didn't even notice when Makoto walked in. Still, Makoto held out his hand.

"Good morning, Haru-chan." he said, usual bright smile on his face.

"Lay off the -chan." Haruka replied. Makoto secretly suspected Haruka didn't really mind that much, considering Nagisa always called him Haru-chan and he never said anything to him. It was just routine.

Makoto pulled Haruka out of the bath and handed him a towel.

"What were you thinking about there, Haru?" he asked, leaning over to pull the plug out.

Haruka had actually been thinking about Makoto - the way his green eyes glittered when he smiled at him in the mornings, how soft his hair was. He thought about the way it was slightly too green from pool water. He thought about how funny it was that Makoto was six feet of muscles, but couldn't sleep without his comfort blanket, spoiled his siblings rotten and was scared of everything except kittens. How warm Makoto's skin was against his when he pulled him out of the tub every morning.

Haruka watched the water swirl down the drain before shaking himself. He didn't usually think about things like that. There must be something wrong with him.

"Oh. Nothing." he said, in response to Makoto's question. Makoto frowned. Haruka wasn't usually this distracted this early in the morning, but it could wait.

"Ok, well you'd better hurry up and get dressed. You're running late." Makoto said with his trademark head-tilt smile. Haruka turned away and went to get dressed.

"And find an umbrella! It's raining again!" he called after him.


A short while later at break, Makoto and Haruka were sat in their homeroom. It was still raining and Ama-chan had let them inside the room on the condition that they didn't cause any havoc. Makoto was attempting to socialise, while Haruka sat beside him, drawing. Some random girl with dyed blonde hair and big eyes - was it Aiko Nakamura? Makoto didn't really care - was cooing over his sketch of what appeared to be Ran Tachibana, and Haruka was totally ignoring her. This was getting some weird looks from some of the boys in the class - she'd been deemed the most attractive girl in their class and Haruka didn't care.

"Dude, is he ignoring her?" someone asked. Haruka just looked up at her briefly - probably noticing her presence for the first time - before flipping a page on his sketchbook and beginning a new sketch. He drew the basic shape of a head and shoulders, a hand coming up to rub at the neck and a rather familiar, sheepish smile.

"Haru-chan, what are you drawing?" Makoto asked out of curiosity as the other boys attempted to chat up Aiko. Haruka frowned for a moment then looked up.

"You." he said bluntly.

"Oh, I see it now," Makoto said. "Why do I look flustered?" he asked.
"You're cute when you're flustered." Haruka mumbled, almost inaudibly. Makoto turned bright red and hoped to god that nobody heard that but then Haruka took his face and gave him a short, sweet kiss on the lips and in that instant he knew he was fucked. Royally so.

The entire circle of kids went silent instantly and Makoto stared at him for a moment, face turning red at an alarming speed. Makoto slid down in his chair. Haruka flashed him a tiny smile, and went back to his sketching. Makoto made a strange "eep" noise that most people wouldn't believe possible from the 6-foot backstroke swimmer.

"H-Haruka we're at school!" he squeaked. Wait, fuck! That would give the impression they'd kissed before! Which wasn't exactly a lie but the class really didn't need to know all this.

"Dude if it helps, we've all known you were… like this since you guys started at Iwatobi High so this isn't really news." one kid said through their giggles.
"Yeah, even the dumbest kids saw it coming."

"But that noise you just made was priceless! Your face looks like a tomato!" someone else cried, bursting into uproarious laughter. Even Haruka was smirking slightly.

"He actually made Nanase smile, I didn't think it was possible."

"D-did you really have to choose that method of telling people?" Makoto said weakly. Haruka kissed him again.

"Haru stop it!" he squeaked.

Oh god when would the laughter stop.

"Of all the times you could show your sense of humour, you choose now?!" Makoto exclaimed. "Haru!"

Makoto's face was an alarming shade of burgundy by now, and Haruka was acting like nothing had happened. Fuck that kid sideways.

Actually now that he thought about it, Makoto wouldn't mind-

This was not a good train of thought to be having in a classroom. Makoto stood up and made his way over to his usual desk. He sat down and face-planted the table, mumbling curses to himself.

A few moments later, he was joined by Haruka.

"Just so you know," he said. "You look ridiculous."

"If you're going to kiss me again I'm breaking up with you." Makoto said, his tone flat. Haruka snorted. That was probably the emptiest threat he'd ever heard, but Haruka had had enough of teasing Makoto.

"I never knew you were my boyfriend." he said.

Ok, he'd nearly had enough of teasing him.

"Well, now you are." Makoto said, a grin visible between his face and the table. Haruka took his hand under the table, and Makoto's heart performed a series of medically worrisome flips in his chest.


(A/N) Haruka teasing Makoto in a classroom full of their peers? Yes please.

I like putting Makoto into embarrassing situations and I have no idea why. He's adorable and therefore I must crush his soul and cut off his legs and arms.

Anyway, I actually wrote this chapter on the same day as I wrote chapter two, but I didn't upload it because I wasn't happy with it. So I'm uploading it before I change my mind again. Also I abuse the italics button.

By the way, if anyone knows the pattern of my chapter titles, then you get a biscuit.

This author's note is cut short because Homestuck literally just upd8ed right as I was typing this last sentence, but also, I don't know what to do for the next chapter. So PLEASE review and give me some suggestions! Thank you for reading and please rate and review! Emphasis on review, help me.