I'm back! I didn't fall off a cliff! Apologies for taking so long! But at long last, I'm posting!

Now, this is one of my favorite chapters. It was an absolute joy to write and I'm just laughing so fucking hard.

Now, there's a lot going on in this chapter. Too many cocks in the kitchen. I mean, cooks! Too many cooks!
There's a lot of dialogue but I hope won't be too difficult to follow. There's a lot of talking over one another because that's what actually happens when a big group of people get together.


They barely make it through the door when a speeding flash of yellow is careening into them. "MAKO-CHAN! HARU-CHAN! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" His grip on them is tight and he rubs his cheek against Haru's chest.
"We've missed you too, Nagisa," Makoto pats his head affectionately and then smiles at Rei, "you too, Rei." Rei nods in return, happy they're together again after so long. "Nagisa-kun, please unhand Haruka-senpai. He's a professional athlete. You mustn't hurt him."
"I'm not hurting Haru-chan! Right, Haru-chan?"
"It's fine, Rei." If he's being honest with himself, he missed the clingy blonde and all his antics. He's not honest to himself though. "And you can just call me Haru." Rei gapes at him, wide eyed and speechless.
"I think you broke Rei-chan, Haru-chan."
"I'm fine!" He snaps out of his stupor, "it's just... It's just really good to see you and Makoto-senpai again. It's been too long."
"Rei... How many times do I have to tell you? Just Makoto is fine."
"Ah. Right. Of course. Sorry, Makoto-se— Makoto."

Nagisa pulls the two to a large table but forces them to squeeze in like sardines in a can.
"Rin's not here yet?"
"Rin-chan should be here soon. He called ten minutes ago to say he got off the train." Makoto picks up a menu and asks, "what about Sousuke? Should someone pick him up?"
"Not me."
"Of course not, Haru-chan."
"Rin-san said that they're going to get in around the same time. He's waiting for him so they both should be here soon."
"What about Kou?" Haru asks curiously. He wasn't sure if she planned on attending the impromptu reunion but hopes that she will. It'll be nice to see her again too. Nagisa grins, "she has a date. She'll be here later."
"A date? A date with who?"
"Oh, Rin-chan, you look so different! Did you dye your hair? And go through another growth spurt?" Makoto rolls his eyes playfully at Nagisa, "oh, haha. Very funny. I can't be concerned for her?"
"Of course you can. But there's no need. He's a very nice guy. Besides, Gou-chan can handle herself."
"It's true. I've seen her."

Makoto fidgets with the menu, chewing his lip and glancing around him nervously, "are we going to get kicked out? I feel like we're going to get kick out. We're going to get kicked out. I never should have let Rin choose this place."
"We're not going to get kicked out," Rin struts in with Sousuke trailing closely behind.
"Rin-chan! Sou-chan!"
"We're at a bar, Rin! In case you haven't noticed, none of us are 20!" He grins cockily while the rest of the table glares at him unamused. Except for Nagisa. Nagisa smiles happily at him. "Oh, relax. We'll be fine. I know the owner."
"You know the owner? You're so cool, Rin-chan!" Nagisa coos while Sousuke tuts at him, "how the hell would you know the owner of a bar?"
"The owner is a friend of my mom's."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh. So we'll be fine. They won't be serving you alcohol. Just me."
"They shouldn't be serving you alcohol at all!" Makoto hisses. "Shh! They don't know that!" Rin smothers his hands over his mouth. "Mom didn't mention that when she asked him to let us hold our little get together here! Just that it was for her… university-aged son. They didn't ask her to elaborate. So shut up. I'm getting my goddamn alcohol."

Rei pushes his glasses up out of habit, "according to my calculations, if we stay here for three hours, Rin-san can safely consume three, 350mL cans of beer without getting impaired." Rin's scrunches his nose, "but… I want to get drunk."
"You're an Olympic athlete, Rin-san! You shouldn't be drinking!"
"That's not the only reason why he shouldn't be drinking…" Makoto mutters peevishly.
"Oh, shut up, you worrywart. And Olympic athletes drink all the time! Haven't you heard all the shit they get up to staying at the Olympic Village? Sex and alcohol. You'd fit right in, Haru," he waggles his eyebrows in Haru and Makoto's direction.
"Rin."
"You know... I'm starting to like it when you use that tone with me, Makoto. It means I'm doing something right." He winks at him and Makoto predictably splutters.

While Rin calls to the server and orders some drinks (beer for him, tea for everyone else), Makoto grins amicably at Sousuke. "Hey, how'd you do on the final?"
"Actually, better than I expected. You?"
"About as good as I was expecting."
"We might have killed the curve."
"Whoops?"
They continue their discussion of some of the questions they missed and decide that they should split the cost and usage of the textbook for Dr. Yoshino's course.

Rin tries to follow the multitude of conversations happening before turning to Rei. "So Rei, are you ready for university?" The rest of the conversations break off as they all seemed interested in what the youngest of the group had to say.
"I'm a little nervous to be honest. But also excited. Tohoku University has an excellent Aeronautical Engineering program. I had an offer for Tokyo Institute of Technology but I just couldn't turn down Tohoku's offer."
"Rei-chan is a genius!" Nagisa boasts.
"I am sadden that we won't see each as often as we could had I chosen Tokyo though." His eyes dart from Makoto, Haru, and surprisingly, even Sousuke. Makoto smiles warmly and assures him that it's only a two hour train ride and they'll be able to meet up as often as they wish. "Yes. And perhaps I'll pursue my graduate degree there after I'm done with my undergraduate."
"I'm proud of you. I'm sure your parents are too."
"You're such a mom, Mako-chan!"
"Shut up, Nagisa."
Rei clears his throat at the interruption, "yes, thank you, Makoto-sen— ah, sorry."
"It'll take some time getting used to."
Haru nods firmly, "we'll get a futon for you. You can stay with us when you come visit."
"Oh, Haruka-senpai, you don't have to do that! Please don't trouble yourself." Haru aims a gentle glare at the blue haired member. "I... Thank you, Haruka-sen…" Another glare. "Haru...ka-san."

"And you, Nagisa?" Sousuke asks, "have you decided?" Everyone at the table is briefly taken aback at the question that came from the least likely member of their group.
"I did! I'm going to attend the University of Tsubuka!"
Makoto eyes widen in pleasant surprise, "really? That's only an hour and a half away!"
"Yep! You're going to see me a lot!" He winks and smiles at the table widely. He then turns his attention to Haru. "Get me a futon too, Haru-chan!"
Haru turn away, blowing his hair out of his eyes, "get your own futon."
"Aw, Haru-chan! That hurts me on the deepest level," he clutches his chest in mock pain but quickly recovers to cling onto Sousuke instead, "I'll stay with Sou-chan then!"
"Wait, what? I'm not getting you a futon either!"

They squabble some more until Rin suddenly to blurts out, "hey, hey, hey! I'm staying in Japan too!"
The squawking and giggling screeches to a grinding halt at Rin's announcement. Only Makoto is smiling gently at him. "You've decided?" Rin nods enthusiastically and grins, "yep!" Sousuke purses his lips and his eyes tighten in confusion, "decided what?"
"I'm moving my training to Japan!"
Nagisa gasps in uncontained glee, "really, Rin-chan?" Rin nods and Nagisa claps happily, bouncing in his seat.
"You knew about this?" Haru asks his boyfriend. Makoto rubs his neck sheepishly and shrugs, "I knew he was thinking about it, yes."
"And you didn't tell me?" Sousuke waves his hand dismissively at Haru, "forget you! He didn't tell me!"
"Hey! Leave him alone." He pushes Haru and Sousuke away from crowding Makoto even more, "I told him not to say anything to anyone!"
"Where?" Sousuke hopes that the question didn't sound too breathless. "No where close to you guys," Rin grumbles. "I'll be in Kyoto."
"It's still closer than Australia," Sousuke grins happily.

Makoto's smile grows at that but still asks, "Rin, are you sure?"
"I am. I thought about it a lot. Discussed it with my coach, some of the guys on the team. I didn't take this decision lightly, Makoto. I swear. You should see all the lists I made."
"And you're sure? You're happy with this?"
"I am. I mean, it won't happen until May but…" he nods for emphasis, "really happy."
Makoto's face stretches into a full blown smile, eyes twinkling in delight, "then I'm happy for you, Rin. "
"Awww," Nagisa fawns and then declares, "DOG PILE ON RIN-CHAN!"
"What? Wait! No! Olympic athlete here!"
"Oh, Rin-chan, you can't escape the dog pile!" The unmistakable gleam in Nagisa's eyes sends a shiver down Rin's spine.

Desperate to distract Nagisa from crushing him, he blurts, "Oh, hey, did you know that these two are banging?" Rin gestures enthusiastically in Makoto and Haru's direction.
"Rin!" Rin grins widely and he has never looked more shark-like than at that moment. "Heh, I love it when you said my name like that, Makoto."
"Oh-ho, Rin-Rin," Nagisa chuckles in amusement, "that is just so cute. But I knew before you did." Rin's head whips to Nagisa and then back to Haru and Makoto, "What? You told him before you told me? Your oldest and dearest friend?"
Nagisa pulls his face in an exaggerated pout and stomps his foot, "hey! I've known Haru-chan and Mako-chan for as long as you have! I'm their oldest and dearest friend too!"
"Guys…" Makoto tries unsuccessfully to calm down the two rowdiest members of their group.
"Besides, I've always known that they'd end up together!" Rin scoffs haughtily, "everyone knew that! But that's different from them actually hooking up!"
Looking chagrined, Makoto interjects, "I wouldn't say everyone knew…"
Sousuke snorts, "yeah, you two idiots didn't."
"Hey!" one of them grumbles.
Nagisa folds his arms across his chest, "I still say I knew first."

Rin rolls his eyes. There's no point in getting in this argument with Nagisa. Besides, he totally knows that he knew before Nagisa did. "I need another drink."
"You haven't even finished your first drink yet, Rin-san!"
"You shouldn't be drinking at all, Rin."
He brings the bottle to his mouth and snorts, "blow me, Sou," before taking a long drag of beer. Sousuke rests his cheek against his palm and blinks sleepily at him, "I rather suck you."

After a brief, tense second of silence, an uncontrolled frenzy breaks out around the table instantaneously: the beer goes down the wrong pipe and Rin is choking and spluttering gracelessly. He slams the bottle down on the table so hard that the beer bubbles up and gushes through the narrow neck. Nagisa's mouth hangs open in a gleeful squeal and his eyes glimmer in a barely concealed delight while Rei covers half his face in shock, his glasses fogging up from the heat coming from his cheeks. Meanwhile, Haru sips his tea and calmly nods at Sousuke's rebuttal: it was a good come back. And Makoto gapes at the man next to him; he's fully aware of how Sousuke feels about Rin but holy fucking shit, this is how he decides to let him know?

Rin is coughing violently, "WHAT?!" Sousuke blinks at him drowsily, "hmm?"
"Don't give me that shit! What the hell, Sou?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb! I know you know what you said!" He rolls his bad shoulder and hums, "I don't recall. Refresh my memory." Rin splutters hotly. "I will not!"
"You said you'd rather suck Rin," Haru supplies helpfully. Or unhelpfully depending on who you ask. A simultaneous thank you from Sousuke and a burst from Rin made the proceedings at the table even more chaotic: "Ah, that's right. Thank you, Haru."—"Haru!"
Haru's arches an eyebrow, "Oh. Are you MaMakoto-ing me, Rin? It doesn't have the same lilt. It's not sexy. Like Makoto."
"Haru."
His eyes widen fractionally, "oh. Now I'm getting it from both sides."
Sousuke snickers giddily and loudly, like a 12-year-old boy discovering the idea of sex for the first time, "phrasing."
"Really?"
"You said it, not me."
"Actually, you said it."
"Oh. I did, didn't I?"
"YAMAZAKI! WHAT THE FUCK?"
Makoto groans and roughly rubs his hand across his face in dismay, "no one but Rin is even drinking! What is happening?!"
"Do you really need it to be repeated, Rin? Again? Because if you do, you might want to get your ears cleaned."
"Sousuke!"
He sighs in disappointment, "I like it better when Makoto says my name like that… It makes me all… tingly," he shivers for effect.

Makoto sputters at the confession. Or teasing. It doesn't matter one or the other because Makoto is none too amused that these... depraved miscreants have taken his stern!Makoto voice and twisted it into something...wicked.
"Sousuke." Dammit, he winces and curses at himself for unintentionally perpetuating it.

Sousuke pulls up himself at that, sitting straighter and looking at Makoto with interest. "Ooo. Exactly like that. Tingly. Do it again, Makoto. Say my name." The lilt in his voice deepens impossibly and his sleepy eyes droop further as his teal eyes gleam mischievously. Sousuke faintly hears Haru snarl in the background and grins delightfully at the way Makoto is looking at him all wide eyed and blushing furiously.

"O-O-O! Mako-chan, Mako-chan! Say my name like that! I wanna feel tingly!"
"What? No!"
Makoto hears someone, either Rin or Haru, shout stop staring at Makoto like that, Yamazaki! And out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sousuke smirk and lick his teeth as his eyes roams over his profile. He clearly knows Makoto can see him when he did it. Why is he friends with these people? All they do is tease him. It's not fair. One of these days, their teasing will backfire. Unfortunately, today's not that day.
"Aw. But why not?"
Haru sucks in a breath and calmly explains, "because you haven't said anything to merit it."
"Oh, I get it! So if I say something like…" he taps his chin, making it seem like he was in deep contemplation, but he's not fooling anyone as half the table waits with bated breath at the horror show that's about to tumble from the blonde's mouth. "Haru-chan... what does Mako-chan sound like when he comes?"
"Nagisa!" Makoto outright screeches in abject horror but Nagisa merely squeals in delight, clapping his hands giddily and flailing his legs.
"Nagisa-kun, this is so inappropriate!" Rei squeaks hurriedly. Makoto is glad that someone shares in his horror. "Aw, you just feel left out that Mako-chan hasn't said your name like that. Quick, Rei-chan, say something scandalous to get Mako-chan to say your name like that!"
"I will do no such thing!"
"But it'll be beautiful if he does!" Rei refuses to look even remotely interested in his friend's shenanigans. "Fine!" He turns back to Makoto, "Mako-chan! Say Rei-chan's name like that!"
"No!"
"Come on, Mako-chan! Don't be such a party pooper!"

Rin's patience finally breaks and he pounds his fist on the table, "Nagisa, stop your yammering! I'm trying to have a conversation here! Sou!"
"Rin."

"Well?"
"Well, what?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose and his brows furrow in a combination of irritation, frustration, and annoyance, "holy fucking shit, Sousuke! You're just as difficult as Haru!"
"We are nothing alike," Haru gripes noisily.
"You're damn right. I don't smell like mackerel."
"…That's the best you can do?"
"Shut up, Mackerel Boy."
"Your insults are pathetic."

"Sousuke! Stop getting distracted! We need to talk about this!" He slams his fists on the table again, rattling the contents on the rickety table.
"And you want to do that in front of everyone?" He bolts to his feet and yanks Sousuke after him. "Aww! Come back!" Nagisa shouts at their retreating backs, "I want to hear how Sou-chan wants to suck you off!"
"NAGISA!"
"Sousuke wants to do what to my brother?!"
Nagisa giggles manically.

They were definitely going to get kicked out...


"Well, that was a slap and a tickle," Rin sighs heavily as he flops onto the couch next to Haru. "This is all your fault," Haru quietly fumes. It was late and Rin's house was the closest so it was quickly decided that they'd all sleep over.

Which wasn't a problem. No, the problem was Makoto passed out before they even got on the train. Makoto, who is a giant of a human being. Sure, Haru's put on some weight and muscle himself but Makoto still has at least nine kilos on him in addition to eight centimeters. Haru's strong but he's not that strong. Not-carry-76kg-of-literal-dead-weight strong. Whereas other university students were busy putting on weight due to crappy food and copious amounts of beer, the ridiculous human being that is Tachibana Makoto put on threekilograms of pure muscle since high school. So that left Sousuke as the only viable candidate. But he wasn't able to do that himself either. Well, he could but he didn't want to, Haru suspected; he gave some half-assed, lame excuse about his bum shoulder. So after several minutes of debating how best to get him to Rin's, they flanked on either side of him as they half carried, half dragged him to the house.

"Oh, come on! I didn't know they were all a bunch of lightweights!"
"Idiot."
"I'm sorry."

"I said I'm sorry."
"I heard you." He slinks down into his seat and fold his arms across his chest, "did everyone get to sleep okay?" Rin follows suit. "Yeah. They knocked out pretty quickly."

Haru purses his lips, wondering if it's inappropriate to ask but then he remembers that he doesn't care about what is or isn't appropriate. Besides, they're friends. Most of the times. "Are you okay?"
Rin laughs mirthlessly, "I didn't drink that much."
"No, I mean..."
"What?"
Haru narrows his eyes at the red-head.

Is Rin dense? Idiot.

"Sousuke told you he wanted to suck your dick."
"Jesus, Haru!" A flabbergasted Rin hisses and Haru shakes his head to clear the ringing in his ears.
"Are you?"
Rin, still astounded, snaps in annoyance. "Am I what?"
Haru's left eye twitches testily.

Oh. He really is dense. Fucking idiot.

"Going to let him suck you off."
"Fucking hell, Haru! You can't just ask questions like that!"
"Why not? You do."
"That's...! That's different!"
"I fail to see how."
"You never say anything!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I... I don't know!"
Haru sucks his teeth peevishly, "it'll just make your face redder than your hair anyway."
"What? Shut up! You don't know that!"
"Makoto likes to have his nipples bitten," he offers nonchalantly; like he was telling Rin he had mackerel for breakfast.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Haru! What the fuck?! Don't tell me that!"
"See? Redder than your hair."
"Shut up." Rin turns away from Haru's inquisitive stare to study his chipped nails instead.

"So... Kyoto, huh?"

Thank goodness! A safe, boring, non-blush-inducing topic!

"Kyoto," he nods affirmatively. "To be honest, I'm a bit nervous."
Haru shrugs, unworried, "you'll be fine."
"I just... I can't believe how scattered we're all gonna be, ya know?"
"It's not going to be forever. Just a few years. It'll go by quickly. And at least we'll be in the same country."
"Easy for you to say. You have Makoto with you. Hell, you'll get to see Sousuke more than I will. That is such bullshit." Haru nods, as if Rin had said some revelatory, "so you do want him to suck your dick."
And for the millionth time tonight, Rin squawks indignantly, "what?! I just meant that he's my best friend, you idiot!" Haru furrows his brows, not exactly understanding what the problem is. "Makoto's my best friend."

Oh gods, he is going to...

"I let him suck my dick."

Yep. He is… Idiot!

Rin felt like he couldn't breathe and he's pretty sure his face can now double as a space heater. "Jesus fucking Christ, Haru! Don't tell me that!"
Exasperated, Haru rolls his eyes and grumbles, "you always fish for details but when I offer it up, you don't want it. Make up your mind," he gripes grumpily.
"I really fucking hate you, Haru."

There's a quiet, brief, tense silence before Haru says, "I'm glad you'll be in Japan."
Rin relaxes, breathing easier. "Yeah. Me too."
"And instead of an 18 hour flight, it'll be much easier for whenever Sousuke wants to suck you off. Or whenever you want to suck him off."
Rin throws his hands in the air in defeat, "fuck you, Haru," he groans.
"Not interested. Only Makoto gets to do that."

HOW THE FUCK IS HE DOING THIS? How is he saying these things with a straight face? And why am I the one whose face is on fire?!

"Holy fucking shit! I'm going to bed."
"Are you going to cuddle with Sousuke?"
He throws a large cushion at Haru's head and snarls, "SHUT UP, HARU!"


"Makoto, wake up," he shakes him impatiently. But only gets grunts and grumbles in response. "We're meeting your parents for morning tea, remember?" Makoto just burrows himself deeper into the blanket. "Makoto!" He glares at the blanketed lump, "I told you you shouldn't have taken that beer. I'm going to kill Rin." Haru shakes him some more. He even tries pinching him but nothing works. "Makoto… Come on. You don't want us to be late do you?"

He rolls off the futon in a huff and when he returns, Makoto shoots up in a cold shock. "Haru!"
"You wouldn't wake up."
"That doesn't mean you need to throw cold water on me! The futon's soaked now!" He shrugs carelessly, "it's Rin's. Who cares."
"Haru."
"That's the less sexy version of the tone."

He crosses arms over his chest and tries to looks disinterested as Makoto peels his soaking wet t-shirt off. "Speaking of Rin... I may have said some things to him last night. ...He might not be able to look you in the eye for a while." Haru begins to get off the futon when Makoto's hand grips his wrist tightly. "Wh-what did you say?"
He tries his best to look innocent. It's not convincing. At all. "...Nothing."
"Haru!" Makoto whines and Haru rolls his eyes. He throws a towel at Makoto's head, "get ready."
"With what? My shirt is soaked!"
"Find something. We need to leave if we're going to meet your parents for tea."
"Oh, right. Morning tea."
"Yeah, morning tea. I want to get going. I want to make a good impression on your parents." Makoto blinks at him owlishly. "Yeah, I couldn't say that with a straight face either," he says. With a straight face. "Hurry up."


Mrs. Tachibana waves at them enthusiastically, "good morning, Haruka-kun, Makoto!"
"Good morning, mom, dad, Ran, Ren," he greets each of them with hugs and kisses.
"Morning, obasan, ojisan, Ran, Ren."
"Good morning, onii-chan, Haru nii-chan!"
Haru shakes his head at the morning greetings. Has it always been this excessive?

Makoto, out of nowhere, grabs Haru's hand, lacing their fingers together and looks excitedly at his parents. "Mom, dad, I'd like for you to meet my boyfriend, Haru," he grins at the joke but Haru gapes at him, eyes widening comically. He snatches his hand back and he grits, "idiot." Makoto pouts playfully at him. "We've been here for three days and you're only doing this now?" Just once, he'll humor Makoto. (A lie. He humors Makoto quite a bit. More than quite a bit, really.)
The table laughs quietly and they shift around in their seats to get comfortable.

Mr. Tachibana coughs the last remantants of his laughter and adjusts his glasses while asking his son, "that wasn't what you were wearing when you left last night, was it?"
Makoto plucks at his shirt, "oh, uh, no. It's Sousuke's; a friend's. Mine got, um… ruined." He doesn't elaborate further so his mom prods, "did you two have a good night?"
Makoto nods happily, "yeah. It was nice seeing everyone again."
"Sorry we didn't make back last night."
Mr. Tachibana waves him off, "nonsense. It's fine. You're here for two weeks, a night away isn't a big deal. Besides, you're 20 years old. It's understandable."
"Not yet…"
"You're turning 20 this year," his mom shrugs her shoulder, "close enough." Makoto's father nods in agreement, "and Haruka-kun will be 20 in three months."

Haru pours tea for everyone. "Thank you for letting me stay with you, obasan, ojisan."
"Don't be ridiculous, Haruka-kun! Our home is your home. You are always welcome. Always." There's a brief pause before she sternly tells him, "and the next time you thank me for something like that, I'll kick you out, understood?" Haru nods shyly with a light blush on his face. Her warmth always seemed to have that effect on him.

She notices the pinkness in his cheeks and, Haru thinks that she may be the greatest human being to ever human being, draws attention away from him before anyone else notices and thrusts it onto her unsuspecting son instead. "Makoto... Were you drinking last night?"
"What? No! Of course not," he vehemently denies.
"Haruka-kun?" His mom doesn't even look at Haru because she knows he'll tell her the truth.
"Yes." There's no way he's lying to her. Not after what she just did. Not after everything she's ever done for him.
"Haru!"
"I'm not lying to your parents. I need them to like me."
"They already like you, Haru-chan!" He whines with a pout.
"It's true," she nods, beaming lightheartedly at him, "we do."
"Well, I need them to continue to like me. And lay off the -chan."
"You're just still mad about last night." Makoto's father arches an eyebrow at that, "oh? And what did you do last night, son?"
"Nothing!"
"Aside from the drinking," Haru grumbles not so quietly.
"Haru! You just want me to get in trouble."
"You're in college. You're an adult, Makoto. It's not like they can ground you."
"It's true," his parents shrug.
"Traitor," Makoto mutters, unsure of whom to aim it at. He looks over to find Haru blinking at him.

I'll make it up to you. I promise.

But Makoto hmphs and turns away. Mrs. Tachibana chuckles at her son's behavior. "So, are there any special requests for tonight? Besides mackerel, of course."
"No need. My parents will be fine. There's no reason to go through all the trouble."
"We are having a feast, Haruka-kun. Having my son's boyfriend's parents over for dinner is a big deal," she teases.
"Not when you've known each other for over a decade."
"You don't want to fight me on this, Haruka." Throughout the years, he's learned that she means business when she drops the -kun so he nods in defeat. "Yes ma'am."

She suddenly stands and walks up behind them and wraps her arms around the two of them in a warm embrace, "I'm so happy for you boys. I love you," she kisses Makoto's temple. "And I love you," she kisses Haru's temple as well. "You two are so cute."
"What about us, mom?"
"Yeah, aren't we cute too?"
She returns to her seat and ruffles the twins' hair, "Of course, you two are cute. You two are the cutest."

Makoto's still pouting but Haru reaches over and squeezes his knee so he smiles and squeezes him back. A quick peek over and he notices Haru's lips curving upward as he uncharacteristically chats with his family and all he can think is:

Gods, I love him so much.


Heart the Tachibanas.
Jesus fucking Christ, Sousuke... heart you.
I'm still dying-laughing.

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