Rin had never been a sexual person. But an increase in the frequency and intensity of his urges had him questioning what it was that really satisfied him. Insecure and confused, it would take a very patient and enduring teacher to lead him through choppy waters; a wise blue to match his fiery red. A frost to tame his fire. What did he want, and was this actually love?

This was Makoto, after all. Their friendship wasn't supposed to be confusing. Haruka had come to assume that, after all of the years of trying to puzzle out his best friend's thoughts, he had finally reached a point where thinking about it was unnecessary. He liked it that way.

Makoto is the same as air to Haruka, essential to his life and without him he feels like he's suffocating. While his heart belongs to another Haruka has to cope with his life line being taken away, deciding whether it's time to sink or swim. MakoHaru.

Ever since he had noticed the difference between boys and girls, Makoto had noticed Haru more than anyone else.