"I thought I'd find you here." A familiar, tender voice said from behind him. Of course Makoto would know where he was. Haru sighed. Why had he come here? Couldn't he see he was trying to prevent a fight?

"Haru, please just talk to me. What's really going on?" The blue eyed boy remained silent.

Makoto's voice suddenly became softer, almost a whisper. "Is this about the fight?"

Haru flinched visibly. There was no hiding from Makoto, he just somehow understood everything. "We're not going to talk about that."

"Please just listen-"

"No! It's in the past. There's nothing to talk about."

"Haru, there is! You've been so distant and you always seem hurt every time I look at you! And Haru..." His voice broke. "It hurts me too." Haru's breath hitched. And the dam holding back his thoughts broke to pieces.

"Why do you even care? It's not like you want me here anyways! In fact you'd be better off without me!" Makoto's emerald eyes sparkled with sadness.

"Haru..." Makoto reached up to Haru's face and wiped away the tears he hadn't even known had fallen. "You have to know that's not true... I should have told you this sooner but..." He brushed Haru's jet black bangs out of his face and tilted his chin up so that they were looking in each other's eyes.

"I was never going to leave you." Haru's heart fluttered painfully. "I was going to ask you to come with me after I told you... But you ran away... And I couldn't work up the courage to ask you later... Because... it's a selfish request. I thought you surely wouldn't want to come with me and hold my hand through the rest of my life... But the truth is... if you hadn't come with me... I wouldn't be here."

Haru's heart swelled with relief. Makoto would never leave him! He should have known. Before he knew what he was doing, his arms were tightly secured around Makoto's waist and his face buried in his chest to hide his tears. Makoto smiled softly and returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy and rubbing his back soothingly. Haru felt like for the first time in almost a month, he could actually breathe.

"M-makoto! You could never be selfish! I... wanted to come with you!" He paused to look up at Makoto in the eyes. "It's meaningless without you."

Makoto's eyes glistened at the use of his childhood saying. "Haru!" He pulled the raven haired boy closer and kissed the top of his head. The wall between them was finally broken; crumbled to dust. Makoto smiled a genuine Makoto smile.

"Let's go home."