Haru runs to Kisumi's. Not a paced, practiced jog, he runs.
Because this can't be happening. This can't be what he thinks it is.
He fumbles for his key to the shop and slams the door closed again, bounding up the stairs, but the door to Kisumi's flat is locked with the key in the back of it, so he can't get in. There's no other choice but to knock, bang, for his attention. He feels guilty. Kisumi gets up at dawn and even he doesn't need to be up for another hour yet, but Haru's becoming more and more desperate.
"What?" Kisumi grunts, squinting and shirtless and staggering as he opens the door, but Haru just barrels through, but slowly stops, somewhere between the end of the couch and the little kitchenette and the bedroom door.
And his shoulders start to shake.
"Haru?" he feels Kisumi behind him, tentatively reaching out for his arm to coax him around. He can hear the thought in his voice as his brain awakens and gets to work, and then he tugs a little harsher at Haru's arm to turn him around. "Tell me what happened, Haru," he whispers.
This is why Haru loves Kisumi. He's all over him, all the time, playing, teasing, caring for him with everything he can. Haru's not the biggest for physical contact, but he can always make an exception for Kisumi, because it's what Kisumi always craves. But now, he lets Haru have his space and gives him the choice. He knows instantly not to try his patience with a hug, and Haru's so thankful, even as he rips away from those wavering violet eyes and plummets his nose into that chest he knows better than any other.
"Hey," Kisumi holds him, just gently, "I'm good, but I'm not that good… I can't read your mind, Haru. And I can't make it better unless you tell me what's wrong."
Haru hiccups. "You can't make it better anyway…"
"What did he do, Haru?" he's more forceful now, hugging tighter, and Haru sniffles as a fat tear runs down his cheek.
"He never believed me," and then he's gone, crying quietly and softly, and hugs Kisumi back.
Kisumi can do literally nothing as Haru crumbles, his world literally falling apart as the realisation sinks in for him that this is it. It's been years and those words have never been spoken, despite all the petty fights and all of Rin's insecurities and doubts.
And Kisumi's not even surprised.
It's only a few steps to get Haru to the couch, where he latches onto the blanket instead… Haru's always been so solitary with his sadness, and Kisumi's just glad he made it here before the shock set in. He gets him water. Haru's panting and sweating, obviously from running, but Kisumi knows Haru's stamina, and this isn't like him at all.
He's just broken.
"What did he say?" Kisumi can't even stop himself winding a hand around Haru's shoulder and into his hair as he sits next to him.
Haru takes a few minutes to find words in his throat, but that's alright. "His friend who came in yesterday… told him I was with Makoto… I don't know what he said…"
"He was playing with your hair," Kisumi mumbles, doing the same. And then something else hits him. "It was my fault he was playing with your hair…"
Haru snuffles. He's calming down, but he's calming down all wrong, for how Kisumi knows him. He can feel him physically relax and he lets him in for a hug, but he can see it in the way he's looking absolutely everywhere – he's withdrawing. Closing in and bottling up, somewhere between disbelief and denial, and Kisumi can't blame him.
"I woke you up," Haru says, very matter-of-fact and emotionless. "You should go to bed."
"Did Rin wake you up…? You should sleep too, Haru… you can't deal with this when you're tired."
"Hn," Haru just grunts, but obediently lies down on the couch, like he's on autopilot, and Kisumi joins him.
It's wide enough for the both of them and long enough for Haru, but Kisumi's hanging off everywhere, and curls his knees into the back of Haru's. He sort of doesn't dare to hold onto him, so just aims to let Haru feel the warmth of his chest against his back, but then changes his mind when Haru grunts, discontent.
"I'm glad you came here," is all he can say, not willing to address the actual topic quite yet, not while Haru's blocking everything out. "I hated it when you used to get upset and go missing…"
"I only went to find a pool."
"When I get rich, I'll buy somewhere with a pool, kay? Then you can always come to me."