The day Makoto met Rika, Haru's whole life changed.
"I'm going on a date tomorrow," Makoto said to him.
Haru froze. No, no, no. This wasn't happening. Makoto had found someone else. But all he that came out of his mouth was, "Yeah?"
"The girl from the movie theater, Rika."
Haru couldn't tell if he was sad or relieved that Makoto was going on a date with a girl. If it had been man, at least…maybe there would be some hope. But it was looking more and more like Makoto was straight.
Haru had liked Makoto since junior high. He had realized it when Kisumi started hanging all over Makoto and taunting Haru about it, sticking out his tongue at him and whispering mocking comments in his ear when Makoto wasn't looking.
Now this. Makoto was slipping away from him.
And Haru was having a hard time letting go.
The first time Haru heard them having sex, he cried. He almost called a friend from his hometown, almost called his parents, but he refrained. This was his problem; he couldn't go bothering Rin or Nagisa about it, especially when Nagisa was in his first year of university. He had enough stress on him at the moment.
Even while he was crying, Haru cursed himself as he grew hard. He could hear Makoto moaning, begging for more.
But Haru refused to touch himself. It would be disrespectful, not just to Makoto but to Rika too. He quickly grew soft again at the thought of it and hugged his pillow, weeping into the soft fabric.
What made it harder was that Makoto was still the same, sweet man he'd always been. He was supportive and caring, and he went to all the competitions that he could, cheering Haru on.
Rika was a genuinely nice person, but there was no way Haru would ever get along with her. It made it that much more difficult to hate her.
The two of them were spending so much more time together now. She was almost always there, and she made sure to butt into the boys' personal hangouts.
So many times, Haru had wanted to call his friends. Hell, he almost even told Makoto.
But no. He wouldn't be selfish.
The night that he saw Makoto naked, Haru had touched himself.
It wasn't like he had never seen Makoto naked, but Makoto hadn't been fully soft that night in the kitchen. He could still see the slick of sex covering Makoto's length. He rubbed himself rapidly, just desperate for some relief.
When he came, he hated himself.
Makoto had found out. How had Makoto found out? Of course, it had been Rika. Stupid, stupid Rika.
It was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings in check. Soon, it would be impossible. Makoto was prodding and prying at him, and he had made Haru's heart race that night in the pool.
"I would die."
Shit, why the fuck had he said that? Luckily, Makoto hadn't looked too taken aback, just thoughtful.
A week later, Makoto gave him his answer, returning from the airport. Haru was genuinely surprised. He thought for sure that…
"You're not leaving?"
Makoto smiled at Haru. "I could never leave you, Haru-chan."
Haru was so happy that he couldn't shoot back a retort.
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