Makoto plops into a chair, an uncharacteristic frown adorning his face, and honestly, Kisumi's never seen something so heart-breaking. And here was he, hoping for a splashing of sunshine on this cloudy spring day. He seems to suddenly realise how sullenly he's walked into the place, and glances concernedly up at Kisumi.

Kisumi's one step ahead of him, already setting a blueberry muffin onto a plate and hitting up the machine to make his mocha, and shoots him a soft smile, willing him to stay in his seat.

"Last one, saved it just for you," Kisumi tells him gently, taking over the muffin and mocha. "What's up?"

"Women," Makoto practically hisses, a sound so strange in his soft voice.

Kisumi takes the seat opposite him, doing a final glance around to make sure his other customers are content. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"I don't… not anymore, at least…" Makoto says, sounding completely miserable.

Kisumi frowns and tentatively places his hand on Makoto's arm in a gentle pat. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," and Makoto bonks his head down, forehead settling on Kisumi's hand, where he takes a deep breath, before gathering himself and retracting with an apology.

Kisumi has just enough time for his light blush to fade before muttering a dismissal, and Makoto finally tucks in, and the change is almost immediate with Makoto's face brightening.

He swallows the last of his muffin. "These are so good."

"Thank you," a new voice says from above them, and they both look up to see Haruka (and Kisumi had obviously been a bit distracted watching Makoto to even hear the chime ring on the door). "Can I use your bathroom?"

It's more of a demand than a request, and Kisumi damn well knows it. He chances a "what's up" as Haru lets himself into the back, behind the counter.

Haru doesn't even pause when he barks a singular "Rin".

"Needn't have asked…" Kisumi mumbles, leaving his seat and taking Makoto's empty plate. Makoto shoots him a concerned, questioning glance. "They have a seriously unhealthy relationship."

"So I'm not the only one having romance problems today, huh?"

Kisumi knows this behaviour, and gives the clock another glance. Following his gaze, Makoto asks "Is he alright up there?"

"…It has been a while," Kisumi agrees, pondering. "I'm sorry to ask, but… could you run up and check on him. I can't leave the front…"

Makoto nods, pleasantly, "Sure, I don't mind," and he smiles as Kisumi lets him into the back, and points him towards the stairs.

He bounds up and pushes into Kisumi's little flat. The bedroom door is hanging open, and both that and the main room are uninhabited, but Haru did ask to use the bathroom… it's just… what could he be doing in there?

He knocks once on the door. There's a splash, and an incredibly grumpy "what?!" echoes through the wood.

"It's Makoto… we're just wondering if you're okay…" he says, voice pitching with nerves and concern.

There's another splash, followed by an unintelligible grunt.

"Uh… can I come in? I can't really tell what you're saying…"

Splash.

Makoto decides to interpret that as a yes and pushes into the room, stepping around the door, and he find Haruka sitting in the bath, leaning back against the edge with his knees poking out and… wait… are those jammers he's wearing?

A little dumfounded, Makoto forgets for a minute why he's even here, and bumbles out an slurred "what are you doing?"

"Thinking," Haru grunts.

"In Kisumi's bath?"

"Mine's… unavailable…" and Haru sinks under the water, leaving his nose out to breathe.

Makoto works with children, and it doesn't take him long to realise that this is quite simply a sulk Haru is pulling.

"Kisumi mentioned you might be having love-life troubles," Makoto says, and takes a seat on the closed toilet.

Haru gives him a look, but declines to comment.

"Something like that," he responds.

"I'm in the same boat… my girlfriend just broke up with me," Makoto says, sullen again, but Haru sits up and tries for sympathetic.

"That sucks."

"You're not that bad then?" and Haru shrugs. "Go on, I'm a good listener."

Haru's actually sort of feeling like he should be the one doing the listening, but he's also not about to offer. With a sigh, he gives in, surprising himself with just how easily he's opening up.

"Rin's sister's come to stay…"

"Trouble with the in-laws?"

Haru smirks. "She spends and ungodly amount of time in the bathroom."

Mirroring the amused little look, Makoto gestures to their surroundings. "Do you really have any room to talk?"

He can only squeak a hurried apology when Haru glares at him in return. "I need the water to think," he says, defensively.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You're nosy," Haru sighs, and sinks back down.

Makoto balks and silence overcomes them. It's probably another ten minutes before Haru pulls himself out of the tub, and Makoto feels an unpleasant, tepid drip on his neck a Haru runs out of room in the cramped bathroom, but it brings him out of his own thoughtful revere quickly enough.

"Finished thinking?" they ask each other in unison, and even Haru feels his lip twitch into a smile as he dries himself off. They nod their affirmatives.

"Haru…" Makoto starts as they make their way downstairs, Haru having pillaged Kisumi's drawers for dry underwear with a familiarity that almost had Makoto alarmed, "why were you wearing a swimsuit?"

Haru just gives a shrug as he rests against the counter, close enough for Kisumi to get a good luck at him and cease his worrying.