Haruka was standing in the Tachibana's bathroom, trying to figure out how the hell their shower worked. Makoto was telling Ran and Ren a bedtime story and Haruka was told that he could bathe first. Not wanting to take his hospitality for granted, he had opted for a quick shower rather than a bath. He had already soaked in his own tub the entire afternoon, so it wasn't that big of a deal that he couldn't submerge himself in his precious element right now.

Why was this shower so different than his own? Shouldn't every shower be the same? It was just a shower, he could figure this thing out. He had been twisting the knobs for minutes now but not a drop of water had come out of the shower head yet.

Haruka sighed. This was exactly why he preferred baths. At least bathtubs weren't as complicated as showers. After a few more turns water came running out of the head, but it was at temperature ''Gates of Hell''. He hissed and jumped back when the hot water hit his back. He turned one of the knobs and cursed under his breath when the water felt like it was imported straight from the North Pole. This was a shower for Christ's sake, this really shouldn't be that hard.

He eventually did figure out how it worked, and within minutes he left the stupid shower with a towel wrapped around his body. He stared at the clothes that Makoto had given him, a yellow and orange T-shirt and some grey shorts. He did have his own underwear, that he had the decency to put on after his bath instead of another pair of jammers.

He put on the T-shirt, that was way too big on his slender frame. It sagged off his shoulder a little. He always knew Makoto is bigger than him, but only now did he realise how big and muscular his friend actually was. The shorts were way too big as well, they slid off of his hips. If the shirt wasn't covering him, his hipbones would've been exposed.

He breathed in and a delicious scent hit his nose. Trying to figure out were it came from, he unconsiously lifted the collar of the shirt up to his nose and inhaled. The smell indeed came from the shirt. It smelled like it had just been washed, but there was something else as well. He had smelled this scent before, but it had never been as strong as it was now. He sniffed at the shirt again and blood rushed towards his face as he realised what the delicious smell was. It was Makoto's scent. He had practically been sniffing at his friend. Embarrassment filled his senses as he tried to calm down his fiercely pounding heart.

He waited until his cheeks had regained their normal colour and his heartbeat had returned to a normal, steady pace before he left the bathroom.

He entered Makoto's room and saw the other sitting on his bed with a book in his hands.

''You can go bathe.'' Haruka said.

''Hmm? Okay.'' Makoto looked up from his book and stared at Haruka.

''What?'' Haruka felt uncomfortable being stared at like this.

''Huh? O-oh, nothing, I.. I just thought you looked cute.'' Makoto's face was covered in a pink flush as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

The blood that had just left his cheeks found it's way back as Haruka blushed profusely. He muttered a small ''idiot'' before Makoto left to go to the bathroom.

Haruka sat down on the bed when he noticed the futon was already on the floor besides Makoto's bed. If he focused on the scent, he could smell it in this entire room. This thought didn't really help the colour of his face.

Forcing himself to breathe normally, he looked around the room. Though this was the third time he had been in this room today, it was the first time he was alone and he took his time to observe Makoto's bedroom. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do anyway.

Makoto's room was smaller than his own, probably since the bigger room was for the twins. There wasn't much furniture inside the room. Just the bed, a desk with a small tv, game console and a computer on top of it, a chair and a small bookshelf. There were two doors visible right now, one that led to the hallway and one that was for his in-wall closet. A green curtain hung from the wall opposite of the door. Haruka figured it covered a door towards the small balcony that could be seen from the outside.

There was a firm knock on the door and it swung open, revealing Makoto with a toothbrush in his mouth. There was a little bit of toothpaste in the corners of his mouth. He looked at Haruka, as if trying to convey the meaning behind his sudden appearance. And somehow, Haruka understood.

He got up and followed Makoto back to the bathroom. Once they were inside Makoto handed him a brand new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Haruka started brushing his teeth and looked at Makoto through the mirror that hung above the sink. He got a warm feeling inside his chest. Brushing his teeth together with Makoto like this felt oddly domestic.

After rinsing their mouths they went back to Makoto's room. They had decided to go to sleep right away, since it was already pretty late and the twins would be up early to wake them up as well.

Haruka crawled inside the futon and Makoto turned off the light.

''Are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed? I could just take the futon for tonight.'' Makoto offered, ever the gentleman.

''I already told you, it's fine!'' Haruka huffed.

''Alright, just making sure.'' Makoto said as he buried himself under the covers of his bed.

''Good night, Haru.''

''Good night.''

It wasn't long until the only sound filling the room was their breathing. Makoto's breathing had evened out and Haruka knew he had fallen asleep already. It was actually really calming, listening to the rhythm of the other's breathing and it didn't take long for Haruka to fall asleep as well.

Haruka was woken up in the middle of the night by small sounds and wild struggling coming from the other's bed.

He stood up and went over to Makoto's bed. He saw that Makoto was still asleep, a misplaced frown on his face and his forehead glinstering with sweat. He must be having a nightmare, Haruka figured.

He placed his hand on Makoto's shoulder and tried to shake him awake. But no matter how hard he shook the other, Makoto didn't wake up.

''Makoto, Makoto!'' He whispered, but nothing happened.

''Makoto!'' He kept repeating his name, saying it louder every time, and continued shaking him until Makoto's eyes shot open. He was panting harshly and his eyes were brimming with tears.

''Haru?'' He asked confused.

''You were having a nightmare, but you wouldn't wake up.'' Haruka explained while returning the favour of wiping away the stray tear that ran down Makoto's cheek.

''I'm so sorry for waking you up Haru. Especially over something silly like this.'' Makoto laughed cynically at himself.

''It's not silly! You don't have to apologise.'' Haruka defended him while he stepped inside Makoto's bed.

''Haru?'' Makoto questioned him again.

''Make some room.'' He said while crawling next to Makoto under the duvet.

''It's okay now, I'm here. So let's get back to sleep okay?''

''Okay.'' He felt Makoto laying down again.

''Thank you, Haru. Good night.'' Makoto said as he grabbed the hem of Haruka's (well, technically his own) shirt.

''Good night, Makoto.'' He responded as his heart was loudly thumping against his ribcage.