A/N: I own nothing~ everything about Free! belongs to it's rightful owner! This is just a work of fiction written for pure enjoyment~ mostly because I wanted to write something fluffy for MakoHaru. [ Has not been beta'd yet! Will re-post when beta has looked at it- she's taking her test to get her drivers license. ]
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Name: MakoHaru ABC's!
Summary: A random assortment of one-shots and such for this lovely little pairing based on our lovely alphabet. I apologize ahead of time for my failure at this sort of thing~ ⊙ω⊙
Bonus: If you would like to suggest something for the next letter than you are more than Free! (derp) to do so. c:
[ D is for dαɴcιɴɢ ]
Makoto couldn't help but laugh nervously, afraid that he would mess up and ruin this night completely. Dancing. One of the many things that he'd taken classes for as a child but never truly mastered due to the fact that he was slightly taller than all of his dance partners. Occasionally stepping on their feet his partner would then yell at him asking why Makoto has to be so tall. Telling him that he'd never learn to dance properly because he'd step on his partners feet and scare them away.
His partner would then stomp away nose in the air to dance with someone else. Though Makoto never admitted it those words had really hurt him; quitting his dance lessons he focused on swimming. Somewhere in his childhood he tried to dance with Haruka. The other never yelled at him when he stepped on his feet or messed up a step. Never insulted him or teased him about any sort of mistake that he made.
Haruka just stood there, his hand placed on Makoto's shoulder his fingers entwined with Makto's fingers in the other. He never turned his back away from him to find another to dance with. Never once told him that he would never learn to dance properly, Haruka only had praise for him. Telling Makoto that he would get better with time, practice and a willing partner.
The memory of Haruka trusting Makoto to do his best caused his eyes to slightly burn. A warm soft chuckle escaped from Makoto's lips causing Haruka to tilt his head slightly to look up at his dancing partner.
"Makoto?" Haruka asked, not entirely sure what caused the brunet to chuckle, "Makoto your doing fine. Just...focus on moving." Haruka averted his gaze from Makoto's when that small lopsided smile appeared on Makoto's lips. Leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the crown of Haruka's head Makoto mumbled.
"Thank you Haru...thank you for being my partner." Haruka felt his heart skip a beat, after hearing that it felt as if a warm mixture of sugar and honey had touched his tongue. Slowly dribbling down the back of his throat Haruka felt his face burning. Hiding his expression from Makoto's view Haruka held on even tighter to Makoto.
Remembering their movements from when he danced with Makoto when they were younger. What had originally been Haruka's way of supporting Makoto to further his dance lessons had become something more. He'd come to enjoy the feel of Makoto's arms around his slightly smaller frame, the way Makoto's warmth invaded every single sense.
Spreading warmth through his body with a single touch or motion. It was probably then when Haruka realized how he felt for Makoto. He'd fallen in love with Makoto, afraid of rejection he kept everything bottled up inside. Every time they danced Haruka was afraid that it would be their last dance. Makoto would find someone else and dance with them.
Holding them close, his warmth slowly wrapping around the other. Haruka couldn't take it, he couldn't allow himself to think that way. Yes, there would be a time when Makoto would eventually have to leave him but...Haruka couldn't handle the thought of Makoto dancing with another. A woman much prettier than himself with more to offer Makoto.
But that fear had never come to pass, in their second year of collage Makoto asked Haruka if he would like to stay with him forever. Rattling on that he might not be able to do much but he would support Haruka in anyway possible. Haruka felt like crying, his worst fear would not come to pass. Makoto chose to stay with him- not to dance with another.
These arms would only hold him and these arms would be the only one to hold him so tenderly while dancing. Something good had come out of dancing in the end- it allowed Haruka to realize that he loved Makoto. It also helped Makoto realize that he would never find a more perfect partner than Haruka.