It's my birthday today ^w^ I'm 16 now.
Today was a lazy day for Haru. Makoto had to get to school, so he was stuck alone in the bland hospital room until he came back to visit again.
It's a good thing he's so smart, or I'd feel bad for keeping him here with me. Haru thought as he stared at the TV in a trance. He was bored out of his mind, and TV wasn't helping. So he turned it off and brought out a sketch book Makoto had dropped off before going to school. See, swimming wasn't the only thing Haru was good at. The art club had noticed this as well, and had almost kidnapped Haru when he tried to recruit them for his club. He couldn't help but smile at the memory. The times had really changed for him (in more ways than one) and he wasn't sure if he was going to like what lay ahead. But for now, he'd just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
Five minutes had passed since Haru had first grabbed his pencil and paper, and all he had was a head shape. He wasn't exactly sure what to draw, all he knew was that he was in the mood. Another minute passed, and he finally decided to draw Nagisa. The head shape was perfect for the small boy anyway, so he got started.
By the time he was done with his blonde haired friend, he was ready to draw Rei. And after Rei, Makoto.
Haru's heart stopped at this.
There were so many possibilities when it came to his new found lover. He could draw him doing his signature gentle smile, or draw him getting excited over getting goldfish. Haru smiled at that. He just loved seeing Makoto happy. So it was hard to choose which expression to draw him in.
Well maybe a few pictures instead of just one wouldn't hurt...
"Haru!" Makoto called as he stepped into the room hours later. He found Haru on his bed, asleep. Makoto gave a chuckle.
"Did you get worn out without me?" he whispered as he walked over to the edge. He then noticed the sketch book, half open. With his curiosity piqued, he opened it to the first page to reveal a picture of Nagisa, who was smiling brightly. There were penguins all around the boy, which made Makoto smile. He flipped to the next page, which was Rei, who had a serious expression. He was surrounded by butterflies, which made Makoto laugh silently because nobody else he knew would have a serious expression when there was butterflies around. He flipped to the next page, only to reveal that it was him. He had his gentle smile on, and was surrounded by orca whales. He also seemed to be reaching his had out, as if he was inviting the artist to come on with him and swim. Makoto felt his heart pound as he turned to the next page. It was him again, this time with his twin brother and sister.
He flipped the page.
Him with a blue Popsicle they always shared.
Next page.
Him in his swimsuit, posing.
Next page.
Him holding a stuffed orca, pulling a cheerful expression.
Him, him, him. There were at least ten more pages of Makoto doing various activities. The very last page was of him and Haru. You couldn't see Haru's face because his back was turned, but he was hugging Makoto from the front, and Makoto was hugging back, with a gentle smile. Right beside the pair, it said in quotes,
"I love you."
Makoto's heart pounded. Haru had missed him all this time. He heard Haru stir beside him, then saw him open his eyes. Haru sat up to look at Makoto, who was holding the book.
"Good morning Haru!" Makoto said. Haru only stared.
"Did you look at that?" he asked simply. Makoto nodded.
"Haru, can I have these?" Haru was confused.
"Sure, but why?"
"Because they're cute. I like them." Haru widened his eyes in surprise. He could feel his cheeks heat up. And then before he knew what he was doing, he scooted forward and hugged Makoto with all the force his body could handle. He snuggled into Makoto's side.
"Makoto, I love you." he said, making the green eyed man's heart pound.
"I love you too, Haru." Haru then pulled away, and Makoto noticed that he gotten a sad expression on his face. He wondered what was wrong.
"What's wrong, Haru?"
"It's not fair."
"What's not fair?"
"That I've found the love of my life, and now I'm dying." Haru had said. Makoto kissed Haru's forehead and rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him down.
"It's not so bad, Haru. You're still alive and slowly improving. That's got to count for some-" Makoto froze. As soon as he had said the first sentence, Haru started to shake almost violently. He pulled away only to notice Haru had the guiltiest expression he had ever seen on his face. He started to speak, but his breaths came out shaky.
"Makoto, I'm... not exactly improving." he admitted. Makoto just stared.
What exactly had he meant by that?
