Day twenty four: adore

It was past midnight when Haruka had finished getting all of his thoughts out. His fingers ached from the constant typing, trying to get ahead of his set work schedule so that he could relax for the next few days without having a worry.

He sighed, shutting off his computer and sipped at his lukewarm tea, tired, but also too awake by the thoughts running through his mind, like usual when he worked a bit longer than planned. Haruka would go to bed, but he also didn't want to wake up Makoto or Rin, so his place on the couch seemed good enough to him.

Making himself comfortable, placing a pillow underneath his arms, Haruka began to unwind, breathing softly and enjoying his tea. His eyes went to the framed picture Makoto had given them, on their anniversary, and he smiled, heart fluttering as he touched the silver ring on his finger, feeling the two stones on it.

"I really am lucky, huh?"

Every time after writing, Haruka would do this. He would stare at the photo, or any photo of the three of them, together, and think about how loved he was and having two people instead of one, to love and care for him every single day, was like a dream. He had two to kiss, and hold, and touch and trust, people that he knew for almost all of his life...

He leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes, letting out a pleased sigh as he started to remember things after Rin's confession and the start of their unique relationship. How it at first was just Haruka and Makoto, but then it was Haruka, Makoto, and Rin, almost like Rin was there all along from the start. Like their first date and how it turned out that he was the most nervous (even more nervous than Makoto because he was late due to not knowing what to wear), telling Makoto and Rin's family and how well they reacted (he had almost blocked out when he told his mother and father but he wasn't quite there yet), and how excited they were when they were out one afternoon and passed by a bookstore, seeing his first novel in the shop window.

Memories, precious memories, that he would never dare to forget.

Every date, every touch, every single thing that they had done together, Haruka remembered and cherished the good and even the bad. He was...happy, more than happy, and it was all because of a tall brunette and a redheaded shark-toothed athlete, who has stuck by his side through thick and thin.

They inspired him, to keep writing even when some days he felt like he wasn't good enough. They loved him, even when he didn't. They were there to pull him out of the bathtub if he was in there for too long. They still made him mackerel and pineapple even though they thought it was disgusting, but served it with a smile. Haruka adored everything about Rin Matsuoka and Makoto Tachibana, and would continue his unyielding adoration for years and years.

He wanted to scrap his next project even though he was halfway through, to just focus on something for Makoto and Rin, his feelings, all of them, to write until he couldn't anymore. To dedicate it to them in a more special way (since he already puts them in the dedications in his books, anyways), for the two most important men in his life. To see it on paper, bound, and a request for only three copies to be made, even if he'd pay a killing to do so.

For Makoto and Rin, anything was worth it.

Haruka was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear Makoto's soft whispers.

"Mmm?" he mumbled, yawning, seeing Makoto's figure leaning against the couch.

"Haru, c'mere," Makoto smiled, taking the mug from Haruka's hands with ease and set it on the small table, reaching out to take his hand next and gently pulling him upwards, leading the tired man to get comfortable in bed.

Rin was half-awake, smiling when Haruka and Makoto crawled into bed, Haruka in the middle, and pulled the covers onto them.

"You can come back in bed when you're done writing, you know." Rin said, moving his pillow. "I don't care if you think you'll wake us up, you're not sleeping on the couch again."

"Rin's right, Haru," Makoto rested his head onto Haruka's shoulder. "Plus the couch must be pretty uncomfortable."

"Should we just get a new one?" Rin asked, playing with Haruka's hair. "It is pretty old..."

Haruka just shrugged, eyes falling shut. "Maybe. Iunno."

"Maybe we should just redecorate if we're thinking about getting new furniture. We're way overdue to get a new table and chairs, too..." Makoto pointed out, voice heavy with sleep.

"We'll look around tomorrow, okay?" Rin decided. "Sleep."

And that's just what Haruka did, easily.

With his Makoto and Rin.