Haru closes the door quietly, ears alert for any sounds of movement. There's no one downstairs, so he creeps up, skips the squeaky step, and peaks into their bedroom. Empty.

Huh.

But their bathroom door is closed. Their bathroom door is never closed. He ghosts across the room and gently turns the knob on the door. He can just see Rin's elbow poking out over the side of the bath and smiles, coming closer. The bath faces away from the door, so he crouches just an inch behind and brushes his fingers down the top of Rin's arm.

Rin grunts.

"Hey," he says, quiet, cups his had around Rin' bicep. "I'm home."

"Obviously," Rin snips, tugging his arm away. "Get in, then. But let me guess, you've already had a bath this morning, right?"

Haru chooses not to confirm, slipping Makoto's soft shirt over his head and dropping his jeans. The large boxers fall of their own accord, and Rin sees them from the corner of his eye. Haru moves to sit across from him, get a look at his face hidden under his mop of hair, but Rin grabs him to spin him around, sloshing water over the side as he pulls him back flush to his chest.

"You smell weird," he hisses, nose in his neck.

Haru leans his head back against his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever expression he's wearing. He appreciates the cuddle, but it feels too tight, too desperate.

"Sorry," he mumbles. It's probably from wearing that top of Makoto's more than anything, because it turns out they use the same anti-perspirant. He feels teeth nip into his collarbone. "Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not," Rin lies, and licks the small hicky he's left, then goes to make another one. Marking his territory.

"The film was crap anyway."

"Good thing you didn't let me take you then… We've not had a date night in weeks."

Haru feels like telling him they've not had a date night since Gou moved in, because Rin wants to bring her too, and Haru doesn't consider that a date night. "It'll be easier when it's just us again," he mumbles.

It's not that he doesn't like, Gou. She's a nice girl, after a good sleep, a good feed, and while she's being entertained. Other than that she's just annoying, always after Rin's attention, sitting between them on the couch, shoving him out of the kitchen… all that time in his bath, as the family bathroom only has a shower. He could go on, but he won't.

"We could go out for breakfast?" Haru suggests after too many moments of painful silence and a dozen more little marks sucked onto his skin.

"I'm tired, Haru."

"Maybe we should go to bed, then?" Haru turns to nose into his cheek affectionately, puffs his lips out a bit to reach to leave a little kiss.

Rin just lets out a long sigh and drops his hold around him. "I'm not really in the mood… I'm just going to sleep."

Oh.

"Right… I'll go out, then," Haru mutters. "Should probably make sure Kisi's functional anyway… you know how he's shit with beer," he tries to laugh it off.

"Kisumi was fine when I rang him last night," Rin grips him again, Haru can feel his anger building.

"Oh… you didn't have to… I texted you."

"Yeah. And then you shut your phone off so I couldn't fucking call you. What if something happened, Haru?!" he shakes him.

Haru rolls his eyes and forces Rin's arms away, turning onto his knees between Rin's legs. "I was in the cinema," Rin scowls at the water, avoiding hi gaze completely. "Look at me, Rin."

He does. And his face is as sour as anything Haru's ever seen.

"I love you," he whispers, pleading, anything. He waits anxiously for a reply, for reciprocation.

Rin sighs and finds his hands. "You know I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

Haru doesn't bother going to Kisumi's when he tucks Rin into bed with a tender, worried kiss to the back of his head. He heads straight to the pool, lapping away his frustration. Rin's just such an emotional tornado. He's intense enough for the both of them, with every little thing. He's so exhausting. Even trying to cuddle with him is tiring enough. He can't just lie there and enjoy it, there's always little licks, little nudges, little kisses, demands for constant attention. As someone who hates sleeping alone, sleeping with Rin isn't much better. Stealing the blankets, drooling on the pillow, talking, shuffling, humping against his ass when he gets bored. Yet Haru finds him so addictive, because he's certainly never bored with Rin around.

Rin in sitting up in bed, frowning at the news on the telly when Haru gets in, less worried this time, because at least it didn't end with a shouting match when he came home this morning. He scoots onto the bed, works his way under Rin's disinterested arm to lean against his chest.

"Clingy," Rin huffs.

"Missed you," Haru shrugs.

"Should've been here this morning, then. We could have cuddled all day."

Haru sighs. He'd been far too hopeful in just thinking it would blow over. He doesn't want to deal with this. "It was one night. I'm allowed to hang out with my friends, Rin."

"What about me, Haru?!"

"I let you wake me up at six every morning and suck your dick and make you breakfast. It's just your hours, Rin. Why can't I spend time with Makoto and Kisumi when you're working?"

"Well maybe if you were actually doing something fucking productive instead of doodling and selling fairy cakes to your best friend, you'd feel a bit worse about leaving me to come home to an empty bed."

"Because I don't have an empty bed every fucking night. Sure, Rin. Whatever."

He moves off, and Rin's does a complete one-eighty, clinging onto him now, panic all over his face. "No, Haru. Don't. I'm sorry. Haru… Haru," he's begging, trying to take his face in his hands and kiss him, tears spilling from his eyes.

"I'm going to Kisumi's," Haru declares, pausing just for a second to wipe at Rin's cheeks. He doesn't want to leave him like this, he just can't deal with him like this. "And you know what? I might even spend the night. With my friend. Because I can."

Haru flies through the backdoor of Kisumi's café, barely calling out that he's going upstairs. He can't even face walking past his customers, and takes the stairs two at a time and pushes into the flat with a huff, finally catching his breath. He ignores the couch and the bathroom, slinking his way under Kisumi's sheets. He's exhausted, and that's just ridiculous with how well he slept last night with Makoto, all warm and soft and safe and there.

He hears someone creak open the door, probably peering in to check on him, probably Makoto, but they back out again. He naps. Kisumi wakes him up after closing with a heavy thud as he sits down on his back.

"Up you get," he demands.

"And what if I want to stay here?" Haru mutters, shuffling over so Kisumi gets the hint to get off and lie down next to him, which he does. He's got him trained.

"You don't, though," Kisumi runs his hand through Haru's hair, letting him snuggle in. "You want to go home and get your ass pounded. Come on. Let me drive you."

"Kisi…"

"No, Haru. Come on. You two need to sort this out. I hate seeing you like this… you're always upset these days."

Rin waits anxiously on the steps, waiting for the front door to open.

Haru has to come home.