Kisumi extracts himself from around Haru when he hears his alarm going off in the bedroom. He thinks Haru's only faking his sleep, but chooses not to question it, pulling the blanket to his neck. He kisses the top of his head quickly, and then scampers to his room to shut his phone up and start getting ready. Haru hasn't moved when he needs to go downstairs, but it's not like he won't know where he is.

He's staring blankly at the telly when Kisumi comes up with some lunch for him right before the rush, but coming back from his bathroom run he finds Haru hasn't even picked up his plate. He looks like he hasn't even seen it.

"Hey," he knocks his shoulders, and Haru twitches, but slowly turns to him. His face is so vacant, just his blank space. "Lunch. You need to eat, kay?"

"Hn."

Kisumi can't stay up any longer, and quickly kisses Haru's cheek with a rub to the back of his neck, and feels Haru watching him as he leaves. He can't tell what's going on in that mind of his at all, he's just a wreck. But Kisumi also know Haru's one of the strongest people he'll ever meet, and is pretty sure he can climb out of this ditch.

Makoto is confused when he comes into the coffee shop after work. Kisumi looks thoroughly sullen, Ai skating around him like he might blow a fuse, and Haru is nowhere in sight. Kisumi startles when Makoto nudges his shoulder to get him out of his revere.

"Hey," Makoto cocks his head in concern.

"Ah, hey," Kisumi's frowning. Something's wrong. But before Makoto can even ask what, Kisumi's unhooking the counter. "I need to talk to you in the back."

Kisumi paces around the galley kitchen, walking circles and rubbing his neck. He's so stressed and uncomfortable, and Makoto is starting to get worried.

"Where's Haru?" he asks, tense, because it's the only thing he can think of.

Kisumi waves his hand dismissively. "He's upstairs. Ah… actually –"

"Well is he alright?" Makoto interrupts.

And Kisumi just shakes his head. Makoto has no idea what could be wrong, and why he's here, why he's not in hospital or with Rin or –

"Well he's fine," Kisumi insists, and holds Makoto's wrists, soothing little circles. "Rin broke up with him…"

Makoto blinks. "What?"

"Rin broke up with Haru. This morning… he was at my door before I even got up. I don't think Rin was even off from work," Kisumi frowns, so obviously worried, and so irritated too.

"Did he say why?" Makoto's twitching to go upstairs. He has no idea what he can do or say, but Haru must be ruined.

"Cheating," Kisumi growls at the ground. "He never fucking believed he wasn't cheating!"

With Kisumi still holding his wrists, Makoto feels a squeeze and tries to prise himself away. He doesn't want to assume… but he really needs to ask at this point. He chooses his words carefully. He doesn't want to imply but…

"You two are very close…" he muses, acting innocent, but Kisumi is almost laughing, with this wide eyed almost manic glare to his face.

"Not me, you! He thought Haru was cheating with you!"

Oh.

"But… but I'm not… I haven't… we haven't…" he splutters, ears burning, but then Kisumi's head comes down to his shoulder, and Makoto frees his arms to hug him, just loosely.

"I know… it's just Rin, he's an idiot!"

"Do you want me to check on Haru… does he even want to see me?" Makoto holds on a little tighter, getting upset as well now. This was the last thing he'd ever imagined.

"I don't know… but could you help Ai out for five minutes while I go up? I haven't seen him since before lunch."

Makoto nods and they peel away. He's just supervising Ai, really, and is annoyed with himself that he's struggling to get up with any decent small talk to see how he's doing while Kisumi vanishes.

Kisumi feels an odd need to knock on his own bedroom door when he can't find Haru in the lounge or the bathroom, but he's just nuzzled up… and still not sleeping. Half his sandwich is still sitting on the plate, cold and probably stale, but it's something.

"Hey," Kisumi rolls in next to him and feels Haru's head slide over an inch. He's not quite close enough to cuddle, but maybe he just doesn't want that. "Makoto's down with Ai… how are you doing?"

"Sad."

"Yeah… come here?" he offers, and Haru nods, scooting over to lie on Kisumi's chest. "Do you want to talk to him or anything? Do you want me to? Are you… gonna try and make him see sense?"

"He'll see sense himself," Haru grunts.

"Well, you can hang out with me until then, alright?"

"I'm done."

He's… what?

"I don't want to deal with that anymore," Haru continues without prompt.

"But you love him…"

"I do."

Haru sniffles and shuts up, and Kisumi won't force him if he doesn't want. He strokes his back, smoothing out those little sobs. "Do you want to see Makoto?"

"I wouldn't know what to say…"

Leaving Haru hurts. He looks so small and broken, barely even noticing the light ruffle to his hair Kisumi gives him. He tells Makoto to come up with him later on, and is happy to find Haru back on the couch when they go up.

He's feeling braver with pampering him with affection, wrapping him up in a blanket, topped off with a kiss on his head. Haru accepts it without any response, but that's not a bad thing. It means he's feeling a little less desperate, at least.

But then suddenly the door clicks closed, and Makoto has left.