"Are we really doing this…" Makoto mumbled as he followed Haruka around, the events of the night before sticking as the past.

"They'd get mad if we didn't." Haruka replied, referring to the people who had put them up to this. He was leading Makoto in a direction that they had no idea where it would end up.

"Where are we even going?" Makoto folded his arms over his chest as they walked.

"You'll see when we get there. I win every time I use this spot."

"Probably because it's so far out of the way, no one wants to check here…" Makoto continued to grumble as they headed down some stairs. "Are we even allowed to be down here?"

"Not really. But today is a Sunday so no one will really notice anyway." Considering the staff's performance yesterday, Makoto did not doubt this statement.

"Wait, how would you know that? Are you starting to remember something?" Hope filled Makoto's voice, but at the same time it was more for his own selfish reason. After all, the main reason he wanted Haruka to remember his past was so that he would remember when they had met. Sure, he wanted Haruka to remember simply so that he wouldn't be so confused about himself and be able to answer questions about himself without having to make something up, however it was only a minor reason to him. But at the same time, it didn't really matter to Makoto that much at all, since he was perfectly contempt being with Haruka just like this.

"... No... I just feel like that's how it is..." Haruka replied with a frown.

They entered a room that was very crowded up with random pieces of furniture and other miscellaneous items. The air was stuffy and they had to cover their mouths so that they didn't breath in too much dust. Makoto flipped the light switch by the door, but it didn't seem to be working.

"In here." Haruka said as he crouched down and opened up some kind of cupboard. Makoto gave him a skeptical look. The thing only stretched the length of one of his arms and didn't even come up to his waist. It appeared to be made out of wood and was painted a dark green color. He wondered what they had used it for before leaving it in this storage room they seemed to be in.

"Are you sure even one of us can fit in there?" Makoto asked, crouching down as well and peeking inside.

"I'm almost positive."

" 'Almost' isn't very promising. Won't we get stuck?"

"Hurry up and get in before someone comes. Only one door works, so you'll have to crawl in."

"This is such a bad idea." Makoto said, and yet he climbed inside anyway. Sure enough, it was amazingly cramped in there and he had to sit with his back curled and feet touching the other side. "Haruka, there's no way you'll be able to fit in here as well, I'm telling you."

"There's no time. I think I can hear someone coming." Haruka scrambled to get inside, fumbling over Makoto's leg and practically into his lap. He had his knees on the bottom along with one of his hands and the other on on the wall behind Makoto so that he wasn't leaning against him too much more than he had to be. Not that Makoto really minded, but they were so close together, they could practically feel each other's breath.

"Sorry." Haruka said, although he clearly didn't mean it, "I remember it being bigger."

"... It's fine." Makoto chose to say instead of 'I told you so'.

"I hear footsteps."

The two stayed quiet so they could listen better and also would not be found. The could of footsteps slowly approached them and opened the door to the room they were in.

"Marcooo." The girl's voice called out, sounding closer than Makoto had thought she'd be. He almost chuckled at her silliness, thinking the game they were playing was marco polo and not hide and seek. Then again, maybe she wasn't trying to be silly. Never could be sure about that in this kind of place.

"Uh oh." She muttered as there was a loud noise seemingly right outside the cupboard doors. The girl sighed, "Now I'm going to get in trouble for sure…Or you could just pretend like it never happened" She changed voices as she talked to herself, "Wow, you're right! That's a good idea! … Thank you. Now hurry up and get out of here. I can't breathe." And then she left the area, done with her search already.

"I wonder what that noise was." Makoto whispered.

"Who knows."

After what seemed like an hour of doing absolutely nothing, barely being able to move in that hot and sweaty cupboard, Makoto literally felt like he was going to die. He had asked, eventually even pleaded with Haruka to let him out or at least open the door to let in some air and cool it down a little. He didn't care anymore if it meant they would be found. He just wanted out and that was it. However, no matter what he said, Haruka would not listen to him. Apparently he was just too stubborn, he wanted to win so badly.

"Jesus." Makoto said grumpily, "I'm sweating so much in here, people would think we're up to something. Can't you at least crack it open a little?! Please?"

"No can do. If I did, that would risk us being found out and I will not lose."

"I would win anyway, because they'd see you before they see me."

"That is incorrect. They would see your leg first and therefore see me after they see you, and I will be the winner."

"I don't even care anymore. I swear to god this is the first time that I didn't want to just kiss you." Makoto waited for a witty response… That never came.

Haruka looked completely surprised by this fact. "... You've… Wanted to kiss me before?"

"Didn't you hear me? Of course I've wanted to. I rarely stop wanting to." Makoto laughed at the thought, "We're going to be stuck in here until we die, aren't we" or at least for a long while.

"Don't be silly. They would never let it go on that long."

"Well isn't that good to know…" Makoto grumbled.

"It stinks in here." Haruka commented.

"Probably because it's so damn hot! Just open the door already!"

"I would never."

"If you don't open it right now, I'll kiss you."

Haruka blinked a few times, unsure if that was actually a threat. "You wouldn't."

"You don't think so?"

"No, I don't, because you're already complaining about how hot it is in here."

"I wouldn't call it the sun yet, though."

"Then I guess you're fi-"

Makoto chose that moment to initiate his 'threat'. It started as a soft kiss to show that he was serious. Then it was like something in Makoto switched. He was kissing Haruka deeply and trying to pull him even closer. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and Haruka opened his mouth with a low moan.

Suddenly Haruka pulled away as if he had been burned. "I'm sorry." He said as he avoided eye contact. Makoto wasn't sure if he was just embarrassed or if he was actually angry.

"Are you going to open the door now?" Makoto asked.

Haruka shifted his legs, making Makoto think that he was going to open it, but then answered "... No." At least the answer wasn't immediate. That meant there still was a chance.

Makoto took Haruka's hand and pulled it down so that all of his weight would be on him. He took him by the chin so that they would be forced to look at each other. "Are you sure you won't?" Makoto asked again.

"I-..." Haruka looked away, "I can't."

Makoto blinked, "What do you mean you can't?"

"It won't open."

"It's stuck?!" Haruka nodded. "We can't get out."

"No. We can't."

"No way."

"Oh well." Haruka shrugged out of Makoto's grasp and looked away again.

"What are we going to do?"

"Eventually die."

"Before that. How are we going to get out of here?"

"I don't know if we can. I think we'll die in here. And then years later when the wood has rotted away they will find our bones."

"No, that's not gonna happen. Maybe we can get someone's attention." Makoto tried to kick the side with the little space he had as he shouted, "Help! Is someone out there?! We're stuck in the damn cabinet!"

Haruka flinched at the loudness. "Even if you shout, no one will hear us. We're not even supposed to be down here, so no one should be around."

"But they'll eventually notice that we're not there, right?"

"... Maybe. Eventually. But we might be dead by then."

"I don't believe that. At least the staff has to when they go to get us for dinner or something, right?" At the mention of dinner, Makoto's stomach growled. He hung his head, "... Maybe we will die from hunger first."

"Probably."

"Can't you force it open or something?"

Haruka listened and pushed against the door as much as he could, given the position that he was in, but it didn't even budge. "No luck." This didn't really surprise Makoto with how scrawny Haruka was now. Haruka yawned and leaned against Makoto again.

"Are you tired?" Makoto asked.

"Mmm." Haruka confirmed.

"You can sleep if you want. I won't mind. I'll wake you up if someone finds us."

"If they do at all that is." He said, closing his eyes and resting his head against Makoto.

Makoto tried to stay as quiet as possible to let Haruka sleep, but he couldn't stop himself from watching the other. The way his face looked from that angle, the rise and fall of his chest, and now being this close he could even see how long Haruka's eyelashes were, and how soft his hair looked as well. Cautiously, trying not to move too much, Makoto reached up and gently rubbed the top of Haruka's head.

"Makoto?" Haruka murmured as he pulled away and looked up at him.

Heat rushed to Makoto's face. "S-sorry."

Haruka didn't reply and continued to stare at him. He yawned again (and Makoto found it kind of cute), and rested against Makoto's chest again. He closed his eyes for only a moment before snapping them back open and slowly looking back up at Makoto.

"What is it?" Makoto asked nervously. He couldn't help but notice that it wasn't his eyes that Haruka was looking at.

"You…" Haruka started slowly, "... You. Kissed me…"

Once it was actually said like that did Makoto fully feel embarrassed for it. Now it was him that couldn't keep eye contact. "Whose fault do you think that was?"

Haruka narrowed his eyes, "You didn't have to do it."

"I told you that I would."

"But you still didn't have to."

"But I did."

"But you did…"

"And?"

"And I-" Haruka stopped there.

Makoto looked at him again to see him looking down. "And what?"

"Nothing. Forget about it."

"No, I won't. And what?" Haruka didn't answer. "Tell me or I'll do it again!"

"You won't."

"Oh really?! I did it the first time even though you said that, didn't I?!"

Haruka pulled away to get a better look at him, "I don't think you'd do it twice. You're so embarrassed already!"

"So?! That doesn't matter!"

"Then do it! Kiss me!"

"Maybe I will!"

"Fi-" Makoto pulled Haruka's head closer to his own and locked their lips together, their noses brushing against each other as they passed. At first Haruka was stiff, but soon he was moving along with Makoto's movements. Makoto lightly swept his tongue over Haruka's lower lip, the other parting his lips in response.

At that moment the door suddenly flew open, a rush of cool air immediately calling Makoto's attention.

"I found them!" A cheerful girl called, "I found them, they were in here!" She quickly ran off to whoever she was calling to.

Makoto and Haruka continued to stare at each other, completely taken back by what just happened. They didn't even hear anyone coming, let alone moving whatever was blocking the door. That could have went a lot worse than it did.

Makoto sighed, quickly calming down. However, it seemed Haruka was having trouble doing the same. He stared forward, at Makoto but not quite, slightly opening and closing his mouth like he was attempting to form words. "Are you okay?" Makoto asked, lightly putting a hand on Haruka's shoulder.

Immediately Haruka stiffened even further, gazing at the hand, before pulling away. His expression didn't change as he struggled to get out of the small space.

"Haruka?" Makoto called worriedly as he followed suit. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" Haruka ignored Makoto as he started walking out of the room and down the hallway, Makoto tailing him closely. "Haruka, come on. Say something! Don't ignore me!"

However that's exactly what Haruka did, even speeding up to get away from him. Makoto tried to keep up, but got the hint. He stopped in his tracks and choose to keep quiet, watching Haruka go. A mess of feelings began to form in his chest: sadness, anger, fear, loneliness. All struggling to reach the top to be let out, but Makoto insisted on forcing them down.

It was nothing. Haruka was just embarrassed and that was it. That had to be it.

At least, that's what Makoto tried to tell himself…

A/N: Ohhh boy, stuff if happening now...

Now the question is, did I write this chapter like this as an excuse to make a hot and sweaty joke and for them to kiss, to make the poor joke for the chapter title, or did it just happen that way? You will never know.