Haru's sulking over at his seat in the window. Makoto and Kisumi take it in turns to wander over, making excuses with bringing him drinks or just wanting to peek at his sketch. Apparently he's irritated at Kisumi, given that he shrugs out of his worried hug, but allows Makoto's hair ruffle. They go back to just letting him chill by himself, Kisumi promising that he'll talk to one of them if he needs to. They don't need to say that it's probably something to do with Rin.
"How's Hayato doing, then?" Kisumi asks, still looking a bit worriedly towards Haru. He's going to take him some more tea in a minute if he doesn't stop scowling at the lamppost outside.
"He's a little shy, doesn't really speak much in class. Cute kid though, got some little friendships going," Makoto smiles and nods, pleased to say he's not seen the nervous little boy cry even once since the first day, which was just an outburst of anxiety.
"Takes after his big brother!" Kisumi beams.
Makoto snorts. "Are you calling yourself shy or cute? Because both of those would be a lie."
There's a little huff of a laugh from Haru, and they both smile at him. He's fine.
He's even finer when the door chimes, letting in a pair of burley officers sandwiching a comparatively scrawny looking Rin, who surprises absolutely no one by skipping over to drape himself over Haru's shoulders, kissing his cheek.
"You're working," Haru grunts in greeting, flipping his book closed.
"Covering a sick day," he grins. "I get off at midnight," he slides into the seat next to him and pulls him close by the waist, nestling into his shoulder. "Just popping in before patrol."
"I'll wait up," Haru whispers, and leans his head into Rin.
"Good."
Kisumi whistles over at them. "Oi, coffee."
"Doesn't a man in uniform get table service around here?"
"Yeah, if you come over here. The walk over there is too much effort," Kisumi teases, and Rin flashes his teeth, but hauls Haru over to Makoto's table by the counter anyway, where Kisumi has set all of their drinks.
Rin secures Haru into his lap, pleased with just how comfortable Haru is with the public affection. Especially in front of Makoto. "This is Sousuke Yamazaki and Seijurou Mikoshiba," he tells them. "And this is Haru, Kisumi, and Makoto."
"The Haru he never shuts up about," Seijurou winks.
"Yeah, well. Look at him. Would you, if you had such a beautiful boy?" Rin gloats, kissing Haru's cheek again.
Rin's doing it on purpose, Haru knows it, being purposefully obnoxious with all this, just because Makoto's here. He wants some kind of embarrassed reaction, or rather doesn't want, because he'll decide that that means Haru's cheating. So what can he do but lean his cheek into his temple and just deal with it?
"Are you not tired, Rin?" Makoto asks, such a mothering concern in his voice.
"Oh, nah. Spent all morning cuddling this thing," and he smiles, so fake, his eyes so harsh Kisumi has to walk away.
Makoto smiles so genuinely in return it hurts. "Ah. Hayato missed him at swimming this morning…"
"Sorry," Haru mumbles, mostly into Rin's hair but looking at Makoto.
And Kisumi's had enough, striding back in with Ai under his arm and making the introductions.
"You wouldn't be Momo's brother, would you? Mikoshiba?"
Haru's so thankful the two loudmouths burst into conversation with that, silencing any more awkward little passes between Rin and Makoto. He settles more into the rare afternoon cuddle, enjoying Rin's hand finally coming up into his hair to roll his head into his shoulder and neck, tucking him down with a much more honest, comforting love. Rin even kisses him into a smile he can't even shake when they've left.
"You two are so cute together," Makoto coos.
Haru buries his face into his arms.