A/N : second part to His sea. 300 words harumako.


His Makoto

Makoto is beautiful.

The thought appeared one day in Nanase's mind and never left. His big body is beautiful. His big smile is beautiful. But what seem to him like the most beautiful thing in the world is his eyes, deep emerald-green eyes that bore into him every time they meet his. They are beautiful. Makato is, to Nanase at least, perfection.

Nanase likes all that is Makoto. His voice, his tears, his smile and his hands. He particularly likes his hands. They are big and warm, they spread this feeling of protection Nanase adore. He would like to reach and grasp them, but he can't. So Makoto takes his.

Nanase likes to watch Makoto as he swim. He likes to swim with Makoto. He likes to watch Makoto's silhouette as the sun set. He likes running his fingers through Makoto's long silky brown bangs. He likes to drown in Makoto's green eyes, being swallowed by his gaze and he likes to hear his name on Makoto's lips, Makoto's deep gentle voice resonating through the air.

But what Nanase likes the most about Makoto is when he is silent. Times when they are alone together, not saying anything, simply enjoying each other's presence. Times when he can freely admire Makoto's perfect body and beautiful face. Times when Makoto looks at him with the same eyes Nanase knew he has. Loving.

He just likes Makoto. He likes the smiling Makoto and the crying Makoto.. He likes the screaming Makoto and he likes the moaning Makoto. He likes the kisses and the bites, the low whispers and the loud cries. He likes the calls in the middle of the night to say nothing and the quick glances across the table that say everything.

He likes Makoto.

And Makoto likes him.