Akiyuzu-chan: Weeeeell, this is an omake, not quite the next chapter. Happy birthday to Haruka and all that, you know?
Alejandra Rosicky: Nagisa is not the only one who can be a little shit if you know what I mean. LOL, in all honesty if you can read between the lines then I will be very impressed - not to be insulting or anything but nobody else seems to get what I'm planning.
Guest: Oh hotness, how I love thee after I accepted yaoi into my life. Which actually took a while, LOL.
The Sadistic Optimist: Wow, I didn't expect to get a new reader this late in the game. Welcome to my world! Was the summary really that bad? How should I fix it? LOL, if its semi-unpredictable, then I'd love to hear what your theories are. :D
Nakaion Aquette: Whoa, another new reader! Hello! I'm glad you enjoy me fucking with your mind, LOL. In my opinion, Nagisa is actually the most sadistic little shit you will ever meet, and I say that with affection. To me he always gives off the impression of knowing a lot more than others do - in other words, he's a streetwise type in comparison to Rei's academically wise type.
Awesome Empress: WHOA WAIT NOBODY SAID ANYTHING ABOUT DYING... yet...
WolfPacFaan: Sorry about annoying you, LOL. You can blame Dan Brown (author of the DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons, Lost Symbol, and Inferno) for being the major player of my inspiration. IF THERE IS ANY OTHER AUTHOR BETTER THAN DAN BROWN THAN CREATING MINDFUCKING MYSTERIES, THEN TELL MEEEE!
whateven: (nice name, first of all, LOL) Gou, I love her. She is one of the few female characters that I actually adore. And I can give you a little hint; the character that knows everything (legit EVERYTHING) is actually Rei. HAHAHA IT'S LIKE A SPOILER AND YET YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH IT. HAHAHA.
Haruko: OMG NEVER GIVE MAKOTO THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. In this story he's worse than Nagisa, I swear. Haruka has allies. He has his friends who love him dearly! And well, Nagisa will try to figure something out later.
Abiding Angel: Well, Nitori wants to move up a rank so that he can participate in the annual event. Only Viscounts and above can participate, so...
Kuroshitsuji95: Answers you shall eventually receive. But not now.
I do not own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters in it.
Hereeeeeee's the omake extra for Haruka's birthday! Just for the record, it takes place most likely between chapter 10 and 11. But then, you can use your own imagination of when it took place, really. I hope I got everyone's requests in... tell me if I missed something.
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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful merman named Nanase Haruka who was beloved by the oceans. From his birth, he was hailed as the Majestic Dolphin Prince. Sea creatures all through the world came to bask in his otherworldly beauty (consequently, all mackerel visiting would mysteriously vanish without a trace). He made many friends throughout the years, including Shark-Man Matsuoka Rin and his little sister Gou, as well as the Rockhopper Penguin Emperor Hazuki Nagisa. The one non-marine friend he had was Rei the Beautiful Butterfly, whom he had met while swimming near a tropical island.
Haruka had everything he could have possibly wanted out of life, but even so he felt a little emptiness in his heart whenever he swam. Often he swam alone, because Rin was busy taking care of his sister (while sharks often left their young to fend for themselves, Rin was very protective over his only surviving sibling) and Nagisa was off somewhere in the north ruling over his fellow Rockhoppers. During those times he found himself wishing for someone to swim with. He felt... lonely.
On his sixteenth birthday, while he was swimming a little closer to the surface than usual, he was caught in a fisherman's net. Thrashing about wildly, he yelled out in his Mermish tongue. But all was in vain as he found himself hauled out of the water.
He was pulled onto the boat and there he flung himself around, trying to wriggle out from beneath the ropes and lashing his tail against his captor, who was yelling in some strange language he didn't understand. Haruka shrieked and whistled until he was dead exhausted, and finally gave up to sink against the wooden bottom of the boat. Scowling, he glanced up at his captor.
The bottomless ocean blue met soft grassy green and it was love at first sight for Nanase Haruka.
The creature that had captured him had two tails instead of one, and both were clothed in some strange brownish fabric that he had never seen before. But the creature's chest was bare like his own and looked very similar except that it was more muscular and the skin was darker.
The face had strong features and yet the expression was so gentle that the contrast was almost laughable. Haruka had never seen such green eyes before – the color of emeralds he'd find in sunken ships.
The creature was staring straight back at him, just as fascinated. Strong calloused hands slowly came up to cup Haruka's cheeks, staring deep into ocean blue eyes. It made a questioning sound, but Haruka shook his head; he didn't understand.
The creature tilted its head and then pointed to himself. "Ma-ko-to," it enunciated slowly and carefully. "Ma-ko-to."
Haruka tilted his head. He tried to move his tongue to imitate the strange sounds. "Maa-kou-tou," he said, drawing it out a little longer than he should have. The creature called Makoto shook his head and gestured to himself again.
"Ma-ko-to," he said again, implying that the syllables should be shorter. Haruka tried again, with more success this time.
"Ma-ko-to," he said, making the sounds more short and choppy. Makoto nodded with a brilliant smile, so dazzling that Haruka was almost blinded.
Makoto pointed to Haruka and tilted his head. Haruka immediately knew what he wanted and made a series of whistles and clicks that made up his name. Makoto instantly frowned and attempted to imitate him.
When he instead produced an obscene curse word, Haruka let out a screeching peal of laughter and shook his head. He pronounced his name again, slowly. Makoto got about half of it and managed to say 'Haru'.
Haruka let out what in Mermish would be a sigh and nodded. Makoto's face brightened and he leaned forward, saying the nickname 'Haru' again, adoringly. Haruka's pale skin flushed from their close proximity.
But then his skin started turning even redder than normal and Makoto promptly went into panic mode, grabbing a nearby bucket and dunking it overboard to bring up a pail of cool seawater to splash over his new love. Haruka's skin went back to normal and he sighed in content. Makoto poured another bucket of water over him to be sure, and Haruka arched, making a whistling noise similar to a merman's sound of sexual pleasure.
It seemed that such a noise was universal, as Makoto quirked an eyebrow and a little devious smile worked its way over his face. Murmuring in a soft tone that was clearly very, very filthy, Makoto's hands gently slid their way over Haruka's torso, feeling the skin that was so moist and soft to touch. Makoto dipped one hand overboard into the sea and used it as a cup to gently pour a thin stream from Haruka's collarbone down to the twitching slit in his tail.
Makoto eyed the slit with interest. It was located at the same place as where Makoto's tail split into two. Haruka wondered if Makoto had a similar autonomy to himself. He both curious and bit eager to find out.
He raised a hand to try to stroke what he realized was a growing bulge in Makoto's front when he realized that he was still trapped underneath the net. Makoto was touching him gently through the holes in the net, but the merman could not raise a hand to touch his – lover? – at all. He made a whistling protest and tried to pull the ropes away.
Makoto pulled a knife from somewhere in the boat but Haruka felt no fear. The fisherman – Haruka had heard of surface creatures called 'fisherman' who apparently ate mermen in one gulp. A childish story to tell naughty merchildren, and yet Haruka decided that not all fishermen were terrible – cut away at some of the rope, fully exposing Haruka's chest and tail. His arms, however, remained entangled. Green eyes darkened to a deeper shade – Haruka recognized that look. He himself had received it often – and Makoto straddled Haruka's tail to ensure that the merman was completely pinned down.
Struggling against the ropes on his arms, Haruka made the same whistling protest and could only watch as Makoto shook his head with a smile. Leaning forward, the brunette's tongue met with salty skin and Haruka gasped out loud as he was plagued by unfamiliar sensations. His drying skin, being moistened by a greedy tongue...
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Haruka bolted up in his bed, scaring whatever was licking him away. "What the?" he muttered in disbelief, staring at the bundle of soft white fur on the ground. "A cat?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Master Haruka!" Makoto burst into the room, green eyes darting frantically around. "Have you seen... oh, Sweetheart! There you are!"
The cat made a happy meowing noise and bounded towards Makoto, jumping right up on to his shoulder. It nuzzled Makoto's cheeks happily and purred as Makoto raised a hand to stroke its head.
"Makoto? Whose cat is that?"
"I apologize Master Haruka, she's technically a stray," Makoto apologized. "She wanders around the garden a lot and I fed her once and she's kept coming ever since. This was the first time I tried to bring her to my room, but she escaped and ended up here," Makoto shifted his feet guiltily. "... Are you angry?"
"... No, I'm not. But I had a really weird dream because of her," he muttered. He touched his face and realized that it was wet; the nightly glass of water on his bedside table had been knocked over onto him.
Makoto produced a handkerchief from somewhere within his clothes to wipe at his master's face. The cat had wrapped itself around the back of his neck, with the front paws and head dangling over one shoulder and the tail and back feet on the other. "What kind of dream?" the brunette asked casually. "Was it something that gave you 'that'?"
"'That'?" Haruka repeated, puzzled.
Makoto smirked and pointed down at the blankets around Haruka's middle, specifically one certain lump. "That."
Haruka flushed and yanked the covers further over him to disguise it. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, shamefacedly. Makoto chuckled and leaned forward to lick at his master's exposed ear. Haruka jerked and moaned softly as Makoto nipped just below his earlobe.
"Was it a dream about me, Master Haruka...?" Makoto whispered, sweetly and deviously. "Should I make your dream come true...?"
"Ma-Mako – mm!" Makoto covered Haruka's lips with his own and bore him back down onto the mattress. One hand snuck underneath his sleeping yukata and slid over his quivering chest, downwards towards...
The cat yowled as it stuck its claws into Makoto's clothes to prevent itself from sliding off. "Oops," Makoto said, straightening himself. "I almost forgot about you, Sweetheart. I'm sorry."
"M-Makoto...?" Haruka asked, breathlessly. Strands of hair were stuck with sweat onto his flushed cheeks. He was panted softly, pleadingly, for Makoto to do terrible things – and he would enjoy every minute of it – to him.
"You should get up soon, Master Haruka. Master Rin and Master Nagisa are dropping by to visit," Makoto straightened up and rubbed the cat affectionately behind the ears. I'd be willing to help you dress, but then I don't think I could stop myself," he smiled sweetly.
His master blushed even deeper and hurriedly threw himself out of bed, pulling his disheveled yukata around him as he went. He heard the brunette behind him chuckling, most likely still stroking the cat.
At his closet, Haruka paused as Makoto's words finally made their way into his brain.
Why are Rin and Nagisa coming over?
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"Happy birthday, Haru-chan!" Nagisa squealed, flinging himself across the room to jump onto his friend. Haruka swiftly dodged and the blonde ended up tackling Makoto around the middle instead. "Oops! Sorry, Mako-chan!" he giggled. "Oh, what a cute cat! Is it yours, Haru-chan?"
"No," mumbled Haruka, shooting the cat an evil look. It looked so damn smug, snuggling down on his servant's shoulder.
"Careful now, Master Nagisa," Makoto cautioned, gently brushing blonde bangs away from pink eyes. "You'll smash that present of yours."
"Present?"
"Geez, Haru-chan! It's your birthday! Of course I'd bring you a present!" Nagisa puffed out his cheeks. "It's something super cute and made especially for you!"
Rei stood by the door, shaking his head. "I still think that it's a childish present for someone of Haruka-senpai's age..."
"It's a present for all ages, Rei-chan!"
"What is it then?" Nagisa thrust a yellow box tied with a pink ribbon into Haruka's arms as he spoke. The dark-haired young master stared at it for a moment, blue eyes suddenly clouding over.
"Master Haruka?" Makoto waved a hand in front of his master's face. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"
"N-No," Haruka snapped out of it and pulled apart the pink bow. "I just had a weird dream last night about... rope. It's nothing."
"Rope?" Rei repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. "What kind of rope?"
"Fishing rope," Haruka muttered, opening the box. "Is that a... dolphin?"
"It's a stuffed dolphin toy!" Nagisa said happily. "It's made with the softest of cotton and plush! I knew that you'd like it!"
Haruka picked the stuffed dolphin out of the box and hugged it. It was soft and springy. It would be nice to cuddle with it at night, he supposed. Although the present was rather childish, the thought behind it was kind. Nagisa had a habit of being like that after all. "Thanks," he said with genuine gratitude.
Nagisa beamed and promptly attempted to throw himself on to Haruka again. Haruka yet again dodged and Nagisa ended up bumping his head against the couch. "Ouch! Haru-chan!"
"Where's Rin?" Haruka asked.
"Maybe Rin-chan forgot to get you a present and didn't come," Nagisa snickered. "Or maybe he forgot your birthday altogether. It just seems like something he would do. Unless it was Gou's birthday."
"Master Nagisa!"
"I don't think that Master Rin would be that inconsiderate..." Makoto tried to interject a little sense of reason (or kindness) into the conversation. "I think that Master Rin is just probably running a little late."
"If you say so, Mako-chan," Nagisa bounced up and down on the couch until Haruka made him stop. "Then, Mako-chan, did you get Haru-chan anything for his birthday."
"As a matter of fact, I did," said the brunette with a slow-growing grin. "But I'll be giving it to him later tonight. It's something that is for only Master Haruka's eyes after all."
"Ehhh? That's not fair!"
There was a loud thumping sound in the hallway, followed by a loud thud of something – or someone – falling and a very loud curse. "Sounds like Rin," Haruka remarked.
It was Rin. The redhead burst through the door, nearly smacking Rei in the face in the process. He was carrying what looked like a gigantic wedding cake. Everyone's eyebrows went straight up. "Rin-chan, are you trying to propose to Haru-chan?"
"What? No. This is a birthday cake!" Rin said, placing it down on the low coffee table. "I told Gou that she could decorate it and the next thing I knew, it ended up looking like this. She went a little overboard."
Makoto examined the cake. It was three layers high, covered with pure white buttercream icing, and with real light purple roses decorating each tier. On the top and smallest circle of cake, Happy Birthday Haruka-senpai! was scrawled in blue icing. "It looks amazing," he smiled. "Lady Gou must be an incredible artist."
"Yeah, she's good at anything she puts her mind to. Except swimming," Rin snorted and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, the bottom is chocolate, the middle is vanilla, and the top layer is strawberry. Take your pick. You too, Makoto. Pick what you want."
"Chocolate please."
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"That cake was delicious," Makoto sighed happily as he cleared away the dirty plates and leftovers. "I'll take these to the kitchen. I'm sure some of the other servants would be very pleased to taste Lady Gou's cooking."
"Rin baked it. Gou just did the cooking," Haruka replied, laying down flat on his back on his bed. Rin and Nagisa had already left for their respective guest rooms. Rei had no choice but to excuse himself as his blonde master dragged him away. "But yeah, it was good," he rolled over to grab the stuffed dolphin and buried his face into it. "... But I thought you had a present for me?"
"I do," Makoto smiled. "If you're okay with not taking a bath yet, Master Haruka, then I have a very special surprise for you. It's outside, so shall we go?"
"Now?" Haruka glanced outside. The blue sky was fading into dusky violet. "Shouldn't we wait until tomorrow morning or something? It's too late now."
"If we wait until tomorrow, it wouldn't be your birthday present," Makoto said, walking over to sit on Haruka's bed. He placed a gentle hand on his master's head and ruffled his hair lovingly. "Come on, get up. I really want to give you your present!"
Haruka rolled his eyes and grumbled as he rolled off of his bed, giving his servant a kick along the way. "Fine, whatever. Let's go."
"Great!" Makoto clicked his tongue towards the white cat, who was curled up on one of the couches. "Come on, Sweetheart! Let's go outside! Time for you to go home!" the cat mewled and bounded off the chair to wrap itself around Makoto's legs, purring happily.
"Why do you call her that?" Haruka asked as they headed down the hallway, the cat tucked in Makoto's strong arms.
"Call her what?"
"'Sweetheart'."
"Oh. I thought that it was cute. And look at her! Her eyes are as blue as yours. Looking at them reminds me of you," the brunette smiled winningly, glorying in the blush that adorned his master's cheeks. "Besides, isn't she a real sweetheart? She's very friendly."
The cat seemed to shoot Haruka a very smug look and it snuggled deeper into Makoto's chest. Haruka scowled, somehow feeling as if he had lost a battle of some sort. "She doesn't seem that friendly..."
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"Well, here we are!" Makoto said gaily, sweeping his arms outwards with grandeur. His little 'sweetheart' had been left behind in the garden. Haruka stared at him hard before finally voicing his thoughts.
"... We're at the lake, but what about it?"
They stood at the edge of the bank of the lake with the little island in the middle; Haruka's little hiding place. There was nothing resembling a present anywhere as far as Haruka could see. He wondered if this was an elaborate joke of some sort. Makoto was the mischievous type... Furthermore, the forest at night was completely black. Haruka could barely see Makoto's outline.
Makoto grinned broadly – probably. At least, Haruka could hear the smirk in his servant's tone. "Shhh," the brunette whispered. Haruka felt a finger being pressed to his lips. How could Makoto see so well in the dark? How? "They'll come out soon."
"Who's 'they'?" Haruka tried to ask but his words died in his mouth as a flicker of light passed by his eye.
One flicker turned into two. Two turned into five. Suddenly the entire lake was illuminated by little glowing lights, each individually dancing their way through the air. They dipped and swirled along to a silent tune and came to rest in Haruka's hair. One landed on his finger and he peered closely at it to examine it.
"Are these...?"
"Fireflies," Makoto finished for him. Several of them had come to rest on his clothes and Haruka could see bits and pieces of him clearly. "They are quite abundant around places like this. Master Haruka has never been outside this late, have you?"
"No," his master attempted to catch one between his palms without harming it. "I never came out this late before. Not since..."
He paused, furrowing his brow. Not since...? Not since when?
Makoto disturbed his thoughts by suddenly coming up behind him and undoing the buttons to his shirt. "Wha – " he gasped. He grabbed on to Makoto's arms, trying to dissuade him from continuing. "What are you doing, Makoto?!"
"I'm taking off your clothes of course," Makoto said offhandedly. "There's nothing more romantic than a midnight swim surrounded by fireflies, at least in my opinion."
"R-Romantic?" Haruka squeaked, now shirtless. Makoto's hands had dipped down to his waist and were currently tugging at his belt. "S-Stop, Makoto! That's an order!"
"I'm off-duty," Makoto snickered into his ear before kissing it. "Come on now, Master Haruka. I have to take off your clothes before I take off my own."
"Your own?" Haruka stilled. "You... You're stripping too?"
"Of course. I can't swim with my clothes on."
Swallowing, Haruka slowly complied by allowing Makoto to slide his pants down his legs. Something brushed across his behind and he gave an indignant squawk – Makoto had just kissed his butt.
"MAKOTO!" he yelled, aiming a kick at his servant's wayward mouth. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you think of it) Makoto grabbed his foot and kissed that as well. "Ma-Mako – "
"Temper temper," his servant scolded him gently. "Come here," Makoto gathered Haruka into his arms and lifted him into a princess carry. Haruka would have yelled at him had Makoto now found his lips and was kissing them in the dark. "I love you," he whispered against his mouth. "More than you could ever possibly imagine."
Haruka's face heated up and he buried his face into Makoto's still-clothed shoulder. It had only been a few days since Makoto's first confession but half the time Haruka thought that he had been dreaming. "I..." he swallowed nervously. "I know."
Makoto sighed. "Well then, Master Haruka. You might want to hold your breath."
"Eh?"
"Bombs away!" Makoto shouted as suddenly Haruka found himself soaring through the air and landing in the water with a loud splash. Sputtering, he made his way up to the surface. He heard his servant laughing his ass off on the shore.
"Makoto!" he yelled out for the umpteenth time that night. His yell out outrage was followed by a loud splash as Makoto too jumped into the water, sending a wave washing over the birthday boy's face.
Makoto's face emerged. He was shoulder-deep in the water while Haruka was neck-deep. The sight of his bare shoulders, thanks to the light from the fireflies, made the young master suck in a breath. He could see the scars littered across Makoto's skin. Below the surface, his hands wandered over to touch his servant's chest and he was delighted to find only skin-on-skin contact. He felt the hard ridges on Makoto's skin where scar tissue had bunched up or overlapped. Here and there he felt softer patches of skin which must of have been regular, unharmed areas. Although he couldn't see with his eyes, it was already enough to explore with his hands.
His investigation was ended by Makoto suddenly throwing water into his face. Coughing, he sputtered out, "Hey!"
"Hey yourself," Makoto said cheekily, drawing them closer to each other. A momentary thrill shot down Haruka's spine from their chests being pulled flush together. They kissed briefly before the servant gently pushed his master away. "I'll race you to the island!"
He took off, Haruka close behind. Makoto was backstroking dynamically through the lake with beautiful form. The raced for a few laps, with Makoto attempting sly gropes under the water a few times, until at last they both swam to the little island in the center to rest.
"You're a good swimmer..." Haruka mumbled into the wet grass. Makoto scooted closer to him. The fireflies had gone and the lake was submerged in darkness again. Much to Haruka's displeasure, he could not see the entirety of his servant's body. But he could feel the nakedness as Makoto slung an arm around his waist to draw him close to keep him warm.
"You sound surprised," Makoto murmured into his hair. Haruka heard rustling as if Makoto was searching the bushes for something.
"Not really... it's just that... for some reason, I thought that you couldn't swim," Haruka admitted, not telling Makoto that it was possible that they had met before.
"Why's that?" Makoto asked, puzzlement clear in his voice.
The birthday boy inwardly debated with himself whether or not to tell him about the drowning incident a few years ago. Eventually his need for answers won out. "Do you remember during the party my parents hosted a while ago, I mentioned that Sakaguchi Ryousuke had tried to drown one of his slaves? For some reason, I thought that slave from back then must have been you," he curled deeper into Makoto's chest as his servant seemed to be playing with his hands. "But it wouldn't be strange if you learned how to swim since then, right?"
"..." Makoto remained silent, still playing with Haruka's hands.
"Makoto... were you the slave from back then?"
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"Makoto? Answer me," Haruka shook Makoto's grip off of his wrist and tried to touch his face. 'Tried' was the key word.
"..."
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"... Makoto."
"Yes, Master Haruka?"
"Why can't I move my hands?"
A low throaty chuckle answered him. "You need to start paying more attention, Master Haruka."
Haruka struggled to bring down his hands from over his head. They had been tied to... a tree trunk maybe? For whatever reason, Haurka's hands were tied together above his head and he was getting very pissed off. "Let me go," he demanded, all thoughts of the drowning slave forgotten.
"No," Makoto said, who had purposely changed the subject. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
"What are you – " the young master froze as he realized that he was completely naked, hands tied and legs currently being straddled. He was completely open and defenseless, even more so than ever before. "N-No way, don't tell me your 'present' is...!"
"Well, the fireflies were nice too, weren't they?" he felt Makoto smile against his skin. "But in my opinion, a real present is something that you can touch..." Makoto was kissing one of his nipples, making him squirm.
"W-What are you going to do?" Haruka asked shakily, feeling his eyes rolling back into his head as Makoto gripped his hardening shaft and stroking it slowly.
"What am I going to do... huh," Makoto practically purred. "What I'm going to do for your birthday Master Haruka... is that I'm going to make you cum until you pass out, with my hands, my mouth, and my tongue."
Haruka shuddered as he felt fingers roaming his body. They were wet from the lake and it felt weirdly like how it did in his dream. A saturated hand wrapped around his cock and he choked on his own breath.
"You dreamed about this, didn't you?"
"E-Eh?!"
"You dreamed about me tying you up and doing naughty things to you, right? Since you told Master Nagisa that you were dreaming about 'rope' earlier..." Makoto's hot breath spilled over Haruka's genitals as he laughed. "Well, it's a little corny, but... how about I make all your dreams come true, Master Haruka?"
A hot mouth descended over Haruka's cock and he cried out in pleasure, writhing underneath Makoto's ministrations. Hands gripped at his bare buttocks and squeezed them almost painfully.
Laughing almost mockingly, Makoto lifted his mouth from Haruka's shaft to speak for the final time that night.
"Happy birthday, Master Haruka. Your 'real' present starts now."
Welp, that is it. Grab a tissue.
So The Sadistic Optimist has drawn my attention to my summary. Looking back at it, I guess it doesn't really describe the story that well, so... any suggestions of what I could change it to?
That being said, the next chapter will go back to the original plot. Until next time then, people~