Makoto sits off to the side with Haru, trying to keep him from looking quite so murderous towards the poor teens Kisumi's got seated around with the occasional playful nudge to his shoulder. Kisumi's tried to write a little introductory speech, and rather than amused like Makoto, Haru just looks embarrassed.
"Moron," he whispers under his breath. Makoto kicks his ankle.
But it apparently gets Kisumi's attention enough for him to stop bumbling over his words. He turns to Haru, trying to glare but then his face lights up. Haru looks rightfully alarmed.
"And this," Kisumi beams, stepping over and tugging him from his perch against the table by the wrist, hooks his arm over his shoulders (mostly to hold him still) and jabs him in the ribs with his elbow to try and hint at him to smile. He doesn't smile. "Is Haruka Nanase. My best friend, my baker, and my barista!"
"I'm not your barista," Haru practically spits. Kisumi's smile falters.
"Freelance barista," he corrects. Haru looks equally as unimpressed, but ignores him. He pulls Makoto to his other side. "And thiiiis is Makoto! He's… uh…" he falters, frowning. Makoto's ears glow. "Here a lot," he finishes.
For his part, Makoto nods politely and shrinks back, tugging the back of Haru's shirt with him to get him into the next chair. Haru looks him over, just a little bit worried, but Makoto is nothing more than a little bit embarrassed and highly entertained.
Kisumi's making a hash of this. All three of them are more than aware of it, and Haru's hoping Makoto's on his wavelength just enough to watch him squirm a little bit more. Makoto goes to open his mouth to interject, catches Haru's smirk in the corner of his eye, and leans back, nudging their shoulders together. Haru nudges back, pleased.
Kisumi takes a step back, onto his toes.
Clearing his throat, he gets a bit of his composure back, and starts firing off questions about their hobbies and favourite subjects. Haru's ears perk up when a few of them say they're on their school swim teams. Makoto sees him make eye contact with a blue haired boy with glasses, who looks a little bit wary under his stare. It's not that Haru's trying to look intimidating, in fact, Makoto thinks he looks a little bit excited behind that blank mask, but he feels a bit tense by his side, like he's feeling a little bit threatened by so many pairs of teen eyes on him. Makoto rubs his back, just a big warm hand soothing some confidence into him, and catches the attention of the nervous looking boy with silver hair, who's tucked himself into a back corner.
"You should go and talk to those two," he whispers to Haru, edging his head towards glasses-guy and his blonde buddy. "The kid over there looks like he needs a boost," squeezing Haru's shoulder, he gets up, a little glance back just to make sure he's moving too, and makes his way over.
He's doing his best warm smile, the kind that makes even the angriest ten year old settle into a pout to finish their rant about all the red pencils being used, and he sits low in his seat, trying to look small and safe for the boy to talk to. He knows he's a bit of a bulk, and usually he doesn't mind appearing as a strong figure, but he thinks it's just gonna make this guy more uncomfortable.
"Aiichirou, right?" he asks, holding out his hand, giving the cold, trembling one he gets in return a warm squeeze as he shakes. "You swim?"
"Ye…yes, Ma-Ma-Makoto, sir," Aiichirou gulps.
Makoto tries even harder to look like friendly, trying to pull off the smile of a golden retriever who gives pet-therapy to toddlers.
"No need to be nervous," he smiles. "Kisumi's nice… nothing formal here. Starting a save-o for college?"
"Something like that," he mumbles.
Makoto talks to him about school, tells him about his siblings, even gets a giggle out of him with a silly anecdote about the cat he used to play with when he lived with his parents. Kisumi comes to him last, sitting down and hooking his arm around Makoto's neck, earning himself a flick to the face.
Kisumi doesn't even both with the introductions. "Pleeeease tell me you're available for after school shifts?" he begs, slumping into Makoto.
Aiichirou nods, and Makoto can see him perk up. "Actually… that's the only time I'm free."
"Hired," Kisumi shoots out his hand, grabbing hold of Aiichirou's in a delighted shake. "It's just cleaning… maybe a little bit of counter work?" he says it tentatively, testing his reaction, the kid is so shy and anxious he's a bit worried he'll feel out of his depth, and takes little encouragement from the nod he gets.
He's hit it off fantastically with a bouncy fifteen year old named Momotarou, and he's also taking on the two swimmers Haru was talking to, Nagisa and Rei. He's going to get them rotating shifts on the weekends, overlapping so he has two of them on at lunchtimes. He'll let them work it out between themselves, for who's free when and math it over after to make sure they all get an even split.
Aichiirou is the last to leave. Kisumi kind of wants to hug him. He's so relieved he doesn't have to do the dishes at the end of the day anymore, he can barely even contain it. When he gets into the red saloon that picks him up, he gives up, twirling Haru into a hug and sandwiching him with Makoto, nuzzling right into his hair, stinking of chlorine, while Makoto awkwardly pats his back around Haru, who's pressed right into his chest, slitting his eyes and sighing, even as he hugs him back.
"You can cut back on the coffee now," he grunts when Makoto pulls away, idly hoping it might reel him in a few notches so he's at least only this affectionate in private. Hell, if Rin saw the sloppy smooch he's slapping on his forehead, there'd be war.
"Cinema, gentlemen. My treat!" Kisumi exclaims, and Haru gets a severe case of second-hand embarrassment for the both of them when Makoto gets a similar kiss to the cheek.
"Tonight?" Haru and Makoto ask together, one looking excited and the other already looking bored.
"Yup! I even have a voucher for popcorn. This is my thanks, guys come on," he grins, and turns to Haru. "Just us this time, you keep that bae of yours at home. I'd say drinks after, but…" he trails off. He still has a six am start, after all. "I guess you two could do drinks," he shrugs.
Haru snorts.