Makoto and Haru had planned their wedding for during spring break. After months and months of rigorous planning, it was finally thoroughly thought out. They were back in Iwatobi, wrapping up various odds and ends before the big day approaching. Haru and Makoto sat at the kitchen counter when suddenly Makoto's phone lit up. He clicked the answer button and held it to his ear.

"Hello? Oh, hello Mrs. Nanase!" Haru was snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at him.

Makoto chuckled. "Everything's going good, the wedding is mostly together... Oh, you need to talk to Haru?" Haru shook his head and Makoto gave him a pleading look. The raven haired boy reluctantly took the phone.

"Hello, Haruka?" His mother's calm voice asked.

"H-Hello." Why was his voice shaking? It was just his mother. But then again, he hadn't talked to her in probably a year or so. Makoto noticed and held his hand.

"How are you?"

"Fine." He felt as if he were talking to a stranger.

"That's good to hear..." There was a long silence. "I'm terribly sorry dear, but..." She paused and Haru felt a lump in his throat. What was she sorry about? For leaving him? For never visiting? For being an irresponsible mother?

"Your father and I's company is finally starting to take off... We've hardly had any free time lately, we're so busy..." The realization of where this was going struck Haru square in the chest and constricted his lungs.

"I'm so sorry, Haruka, but we can't come to your wedding."

Haru felt his hand shaking as he clicked the end call button. He had heard enough. He got up and proceeded to open the front door, he needed to get out and jog or something, anything to take his mind off of whatever this strange feeling that he had right now was.

"Haru?" Makoto followed him and grabbed his wrist.

"I need to go jog." He didn't recognize his voice; It sounded broken. Makoto's emerald eyes widened and he touched Haru's face.

"Haru... You're crying." He said with such sympathy.

Haru touched his own face in disbelief. When had those fallen? He didn't even notice. He quickly wiped his eyes, but it seemed to do no good to stop the flow of tears. The more important question was why was he even crying? He had convinced himself time and time again that he didn't care about his parents. He didn't care if they cared about him or not. He didn't care that they abandoned him. He didn't care if he never saw them again. Then why was he so affected by them not coming to his wedding? It made no sense, but he couldn't make this feeling go away.

Makoto had no idea what was going on, but he wasted no time to wrap his arms around Haru. The smaller boy nuzzled into Makoto's neck and cried even more, even though neither of them knew why. The olive haired boy kissed Haru's head and whispered soothing things.

"It's okay, Haru, It's okay. I love you. I'm here. It's okay." He chanted.

"Mako." Haru choked out.

"Hm? What is it sweetheart?"

"They're - they're not... coming."

Makoto was confused for a split second until he understood what Haru meant. He squeezed Haru even tighter and rubbed his back.

"Oh, Haru. I'm so, so sorry."

Why wasn't Makoto confused like he was? It seemed like Makoto knew something he didn't. Haru couldn't understand why his parents not coming was such a big deal and he definitely didn't understand why he was crying about it.

"B-but, I don't get it, Makoto... I thought I didn't care..."

Makoto cradled Haru's head against his chest.

"Haru, they're your parents. Of course you'd care. I'm so sorry, Haru."

Could that actually be true? He'd been lying to himself this whole time, of course Makoto would understand. He actually did care about his parents and he couldn't help it; this is just the first time he'd actually come to terms with it. He wanted them to care about him. He wanted them to see him get married. What bothered him most is that he couldn't stop this feeling. He desperately wanted to just forget about it, but there it was, constantly lurking in the back of his mind.

"Ne, Haru, maybe you should get some sleep, hm?"

Haru nodded weakly. That sounded really good; he hadn't realized how tired he was until Makoto said it. Maybe sleep would take away this venomous feeling.

He snuggled up against Makoto's chest and hugged his waist. The taller boy petted his hair and hummed soothingly.

"Makoto. T-thank you. For being here. You understand me. I love you." Haru tried to piece together all his thoughts into a comprehensible sentence, but Makoto's warmth was intoxicating. Haru felt Makoto's heartbeat speed up at these words.

"No, Haru. Thank you. I love you." Makoto kissed the top of his head and Haru finally let rest take him away, hoping Makoto's gentle touches would elicit this foreign feeling.

"Oh, Haruka! I'm so sorry." Mrs. Tachibana was at their house in a heartbeat when she found out what happened. She hugged Haru so tightly he could barely breathe.

"It's okay, really." He said awkwardly, still not sure if that statement was true.

She was obviously not buying it; Now Haru understood where Makoto got his intuition from. Makoto walked in on cue and kissed Haru's cheek. The raven haired boy just felt so loved he didn't even know how to handle it.

"I brought some food for you boys." She set down a basket of assorted goods on the counter. They both thanked her and she gave them each a hug and was soon on her way. Haru soon noticed that it was filled with all sorts of mackerel foods; Makoto's mother was an actual angel.

"Haru... W-we can reschedule... This must be so hard on you, I can't imagine-"

"No."

"Really, Haru, it's okay-"

"No. They don't care about and me and they never will. Life goes on." He had to look away from Makoto; the words were just too painful.

Makoto enveloped him in a giant embrace. "I'm sorry, Haru, I'm so, so, sorry. You don't deserve this." Haru was growing weary of everyone apologizing. It wasn't even their fault. That is like Makoto, though, he supposed: apologizing for someone else's wrong.

"Don't apologize... You didn't do anything..."

"I just wish I could take the pain away from Haru." He touched Haru's face softly.

He was apologizing because he couldn't do something that wasn't even humanly possible.

"You can... I wouldn't want to be with anyone else right now. Makoto takes my pain away." He rested his head against Makoto's collar bone.