MAKOTO POV
Makoto walked home, embracing the hard-hitting rain mixing with the salt water leaking from his eyes.
Haru likes someone.
I suppose I knew it would happen eventually.
I'm going to have to watch him with his girlfriend, wishing it could be me...
There's no point telling him about my feelings, it would hurt both of us.
I knew I wouldn't anyway, but part of me hoped...
Makoto took his key and unlocked the door, walking inside and collapsing onto the sofa.
I can't act sad in front of Haru. He'll want to know what's wrong, and he'll be hurt if I don't tell him.
The mere thought of hurting Haruka pained Makoto.
Well, then, I'll need to work on my acting skills.
Makoto laughed at the thought that he could act something entirely surreal to perfection, and yet was miserably lacking when it came to hiding his emotions.
No time like the present to start.
He fixed a smile onto his face, walked into the kitchen, and put a pot of tea on. After all, everybody knows that tea is a cure-all remedy. Then he picked up his phone, and texted Nagisa.
Get a room next time, will you Nagisa? The dressing room is not for making out.
Delivered 17:52
He made sure to keep it light and humorous, and the complete opposite to what he felt. Makoto decided that he was going to go to bed with his cup of tea, and sleep off his sorrow. He'd probably dream of Haru as well, which had become a regular occurrence since Makoto had realised his feelings. He had just got under the covers when his phone emitted dolphin noises, meaning that the caller was...
Haru.
He never uses his phone... I wonder what's up?
Makoto was tempted to ignore it, because he just couldn't face Haruka at the moment, but he knew that if he ignored the call, when it was important enough a situation for him to actually call someone, then Haru would get hurt.
He, Makoto, would let Haru get hurt over his dead body.
"Hello, Haru-chan, this is a surprise."
"Drop the -chan." said Haruka in his usual voice, but just hearing it sent warmth flooding through Makoto's body. "I'm coming over."
HARU POV
"I'm coming over." he said, trying to keep his voice as neutral as he could, to stop the anxiety spreading through his veins from showing.
I. Am. Confessing. To Makoto.
He doesn't like me back.
But I'll do it anyway.
Haruka was determined to do this, and once he set his mind to it, he did everything he wanted to. Right now he was walking to Makoto's apartment, barely paying heed to the rain as he thought about whether he should have eaten some mackerel before he set out.
MAKOTO POV
"OK. Haru's coming over. I need to get dressed again. The green top, yeah, the green one."
Makoto put on said top.
"OK, that looks disgusting, take it off again. Wait, I should probably stay casual, shouldn't I?"
He decided to keep the top, wincing as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Then he heard a knock on the front door.
"Coming, Haru!" he called as he walked to the door and opened it.
Haruka stood there, soaked through with water and shivering.
"Haru-chan, you need to look after yourself better! Why didn't you take an umbrella with you?" Makoto cried as he ushered Haru inside and started taking off his coat.
Haru didn't even say "Drop the -chan."
If Makoto had looked up from his work (which, at the moment, was taking off Haru's coat) he would have seen that Haruka was blushing and biting his lip embarrassedly.
"I'll go find a shirt for you, and some trousers. Then you can change in the bathroom." he said over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom, and fishing an orange shirt and some too-small trousers out of the bottom of his wardrobe.
"Here you are Haru-" He walked back into the living room and saw that Haruka had taken his shirt off.
He was unable to finish his sentence as he stood there, staring. Fortunately for him, Haru was facing the other way.
"Uhhh, you can go into the bathroom now." he stammered, shoving the pile of clothes at Haru, and went into the kitchen to make another pot of tea.
As the tea finished, Haruka came out of the bathroom, with the t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and trousers riding low on his hips.
Haru, do you know how irresistible you look right now? Makoto thought, turning away quickly.
They sat down, with mugs of tea in their hands, as Haru said, "I came here to talk to you about something."
It's going to be the Gou thing, Makoto thought.
"Today, Gou-san asked me out."
I knew it.
"I said no."
He's going to talk about who he likes, isn't he? I can't stand it.
"I said that because I like someone else."
He's going to ask me to be a wingman, or something. I can't do it.
"Makoto, I like you."
WHAT!?
"Sorry, I don't think I heard that last bit correctly." Makoto said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
There's no way he said what I thought he said.
"I like you. I might even love you."
Makoto was speechless.
So all the time I've been trying to hide it, he's felt the same way about me?
His train of thought was stopped by lips upon his own. They were soft, like before, and just as warm, but this time, there was a big difference.
Makoto knew that the owner of those lips loved him.
Haru is mine.
With a low growl, he pushed Haruka backwards, still keeping their lips attached, until Haru's back hit the sofa. He pulled away, and the shocked look Haru gave him, with his hair messed up and his cheeks pink, was the prettiest sight Makoto had ever seen.
"I love you too, Haru-chan."
Haruka was stopped from saying "Drop the -chan" when Makoto kissed him again.
Haru is mine.
I am his.
That's all that matters.
A.N- Well, that's the last chapter. Thank you so much for sticking with me, and supporting the MakoHaru throughout! Again, your reviews are so kind, I hope I live up to your expectations. I might write another MakoHaru fic, but I'll have to see if I have time.
If you think anything was wrong with my ending, please let me know. I would like to improve, and constructive criticism for my work is appreciated as much as the praise!