Haru walked down the hall, concern etched on his delicate face, and stopped at the bathroom door that had been slammed shut, just a few minutes before. He stood at the door, wondering how he would even go about comforting Makoto; something he'd usually never have to do, being that Makoto usually had to look after him, somehow dealing with his many moods and rather immature shenanigans. He really was like a caring mother and Haru felt like nothing more than a child.

After a few moments of strategic thinking, Haru finally built up the courage to knock on the door. He knocked once; no answer. Twice; still no answer. Haru began to panic. Third time; Haru wanted to break the fucking door down. "Makoto! That's it, I'm coming in!"

Haru busted the door open, panic morphing into annoyance. "Makoto, you've been acting weird as hell all night. What the fuck's gotten into yo-oh...?" Haru was absolutely speechless. All he could manage to say was a barely audible, very breathy, "fuck..."

There stood Makoto, pants down around his ankles in a rumpled heap. His boxers remained, stretched to the absolute limit with his enticing, impressive length. He appeared to be attempting to dress himself, perhaps to return to the others and continue pretending like he wasn't trying to hide his way-to-obvious hard on. Makoto looked at Haru with shameful, almost teary eyes. His face was impossibly red; impossible because there was no fucking way that someone could be that amazingly hard and still have blood remaining for such an intense, albeit adorable, blush.

"H-Haru!...I-I'm sorry...I don't know what's happening..it..It won't go down!" He sounded so very panicked and helpless. While Haru usually didn't like to see Makoto in such an intense emotional struggle, he fucking loved what he saw right now. There before him stood the cowardly, awkward, clumsy, adorable dork that did nothing but smile and act like an absolutely loveable idiot, shirtless and rock hard, cock straining his snug boxers so fucking nicely. Haru had to stop himself from drooling. How could someone with such innocent intentions have such a sinfully sexy body capable of damn there obliterating their lover's own body. How dare he be so kind and charming that after such an intense love-making session, said lover would thank him, happily before limping home, maneuvering awkwardly, to avoid the painful soreness that was doomed to plague their body for days to come.

Haru also couldn't help but notice that frankly, Makoto, at this particular moment was huge, more so than usual. Was it the lust fogging his brain? Was this something confirming his suspicions of being a size queen? Was this a birthday present from the sex gods? Possibly... but Haru didn't really give a damn at the moment. He couldn't help it; he needed to have at his boyfriend's monstrous member right then and there.

He walked over to Makoto, slowly, staring at his crotch with what could only be described as curiosity, hunger, wonder, and over all, pure lust. Makoto froze, looking at Haru with comically wide eyes. Haru finally stopped right in front of Makoto, eyes still glued to his crotch while his own member twitched in excitement.

"I-I'm sorry, Haru. I really don't know what came over me! I wasn't feeling or thinking about anything remotely sexual! It just...happened! First I got a headache and then it started to feel all...tingly and stuff down there! Then it...you know...got hard...that's why I changed! I wasn't trying to ruin your game or cheat or anything, I swear! It's been like this for almost an hour! Something's wrong Haru!"

Haru said nothing. He simply dropped to his knees to survey the situation for himself. Haru's hands slowly inched up to the hem of Makoto's underwear, and slowly, but surely, began to tug, uncovering his seemingly unending, very thick length. It felt like an eternity to Haru by the time he finally freed the beast itself, letting it spring free and almost slap Haru in the face again (he's learned his lesson after getting slapped about five times before and now knows to keep a safe distance). He grabbed a hold of it and shit; it barely seemed to fit in his hand anymore. Makoto involuntarily twitched and his breath hitched. He was clearly very sensitive, more so than Haru had ever seen before. It was evident in the way his member throbbed, the way it pulsated in time with his very heartbeat. Haru, pupils dilated, fogged with pure lust, couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "fucking...huge.."

Makoto would blush even darker...if it were possible. He was never very good at receiving compliments about his body, especially his dick. Heck, he even used to be self-conscious about it when he noticed how significantly larger he was in comparison to his friends in middle school. This made Makoto so grateful to have someone like Haru, who truly loved him-both body and soul-no matter how abnormal he may be. "I...I really don't know why it's so...b-bi-"

"I don't know either, and I don't really care...but you...have no idea..."

"H-huh?"

"...w-what your cock does to me..what it's doing to me right now..."

"Haruuuu! I really think something is wro-hnng!"

Haru broke free of his restraints as he licked Makoto's length, completely, from base to tip, stopping at the tip to swirl his sinfully skilled tongue around the head of his boyfriend's desperately twitching cock, going back over to trace his small tongue over the thick, prominent, pulsating veins along the lengthy shaft.

"Ha-Haru..! I- ngh!..d-on't think we should b-be doing this right now! The other's are j-just down the hall-nhhg!"

The fact only excited Haru even more as he felt the sudden urge to try and deep-throat his boyfriend's enticing man-meat, no matter how physically impossible that was while he was in this enhanced state. 'Fuck Physics', he thought to himself as he eagerly opened his mouth, wider than he's ever had to, and moved his head forward, forcing his boyfriend's long cock as far down as it could possibly go before hitting the back of his warm, tight, and oh-so wet throat, trying his absolute best not to use his teeth. However, this proved to not be a very bad thing because every time his teeth would lightly graze over Makoto's sensitive, pulsating dick, he'd let out an unintentionally loud groan, a beautifully lewd, wanton sound that would send shockwaves of arousal to Haru's already straining erection, still clothed in his jeans. It's times like these where Haru is so thankful that he doesn't have a gag reflex, because if that were the case, he wouldn't ever be able to devour Makoto's dick as well as he was doing right now. Haru is so fucking proud of himself for training his small mouth to open up so widely to accommodate his gifted boyfriend, for if this weren't the case, he wouldn't be able to truly savor the odd and salty taste of Makoto's pre-cum, allowing it's flavor to hit every crevice of his mouth, a substance that Haru has come to absolutely love; he's practically found himself hooked to the stuff.

Meanwhile, Makoto was suffering the best kind of torture; knowing that the others were just down the hall, still waiting for him and Haru to return, while trying to stop Haru from so skillfully sucking him off was no easy task. Although, Makoto had the very strong urge to burry his large hands in Haru's hair, grab two large fistfuls, and drive his cock further into the heavenly cavern that was Haru's throat, he knew this was a bad idea. What if they came looking for him? What if they heard his loud, wanton moans already? And what the absolute FUCK is wrong with his dick? Makoto needs to gain control of the situation, fast.

"Ha-Haru..! Please...s..st...o-ohh fuck, Haru..stop!"

Makoto's tone was urgent and stern, more so than Haru had ever heard. Haru froze right in the middle of his actions and looked up at Makoto, mouth still wrapped around his thick shaft.

'Fuck...,' was all Makoto could think as Haru's innocent eyes looked up at him through his fairly long lashes, contradicted by his cock still buried deep in Haru's small mouth. Although Makoto was definitely stumped by how fucking sexy Haru looked at the moment, he knew that he had to stay assertive. "H-Haru..this is a bad idea. We should stop before we get cau-"

Makoto was cut off with an irritated groan from Haru. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, releasing Makoto's member from his mouth with an unnecessarily loud pop, before looking up at Makoto, with genuine annoyance-no, pure anger etched on his face. Makoto felt a shiver go down his spine because shit; Haru was downright scary right now!

"Makoto...who the hell wants to hear that? 'We should stop'...really!?"

"B-but the others-"

"I don't give a fuck, Makoto. Hell, they probably already know what we're up to right now anyway, so why does it matter if they hear us?"

"But Haru-"

"It's my birthday, and I come in here to see you and your humongous cock, that you know I fucking love, and you expect me to stop!?"

"Y-yea, but it's-"

"You know what I want for my birthday, Makoto?" Haru got up off his knees and stood upright, looking Makoto in the eyes with immense intensity before inching closer and closer to him.

"W-what is that, H-Haru?"

"I want you. I want you to stop holding back. I need you to come at me with all you've got."

Makoto's eyes widened. "Haru...haha..I don't think you'd want me to do that...you're so irresistible sometimes that I," he huffed with a small chuckle and an uncharacteristic smirk, "I don't think I'd be able to control myself, Haru."

"Exactly. That's exactly what I want, Makoto. How can you not see it? How am I gonna get it through your thick skull that I crave for you to be rough with me? How am I ever gonna get you to understand that it fucking turns me on when you get aggressive with me?" Haru stepped impossibly closer to Makoto, wrapping a slender leg around his waist while grinding on his twitching, leaking member. "Why can't you see that I want you to fuck the shit out of me so damn hard with your huge cock that I'll feel it for days to come?!" Haru ran his fingers along Makoto's length while wrapping his other arm around Makoto's neck, now, almost whispering in his ear. "Shit, I'll happily limp down the fucking street if it means making you feel good...If it means seeing Makoto at his most feral...at his sexiest...at his most satisfied..."

Makoto was floored at what he'd just heard. Haru was so reckless, so naive, so...slutty. And damn, did it turn him on. Every dirty request, every inappropriate word, it all damaged his will power, cracked his restraints, threatened the chains that barred Makoto from viciously grabbing Haru and just wrecking him out of raw, feral lust. Makoto wishes that Haru would be more careful- careful with what he wished for because he was waaay to close to getting it...perhaps it was more than what he bargained for.

Makoto let out a low deep groan that made Haru weak in the knees. "You're so...reckless Haru-chan...are you absolutely sure that's what you want? Because once you say yes..I-"

"Yes...please, Makoto." Haru began to lightly suck on Makoto's ear lobe, going down to his neck and collarbone, "...for my birthday..."

Haru looked up at Makoto with begging, pleading eyes and a small smile, as if he were asking permission from some sort of parental figure or guardian. As if he were saying, purely with his eyes, "please...daddy?"

Makoto's restraints were officially broken.

The fear and worry that plagued his face the whole night vanished; it was replaced with a calm smile, and an authoritative, yet gentle voice that sounded like the most soothing, sensual, velvety softness and made Haru melt.

"Okay, Haru-Chan...what do you want me to do first?"

Haru's gentle stare turned into a devilish glint as he unraveled himself from Makoto's neck and waist. He sank down to Makoto' still desperately twitching member, holding it with his soft, delicate hands.

"Face-fuck me, Makoto."

Makoto's Eyes widened, but quickly squinted back down into his usual, warm and gentle smile. "Whatever you want, Haru-chan..."

Haru opened his mouth wide, letting Makoto slide himself into Haru's warm, wet mouth once again. Makoto hadn't previously took the time to really enjoy the warm crevices of Haru's mouth to the fullest due to his panicked state of mind, but now, holy shit, did it feel damn good. His desires from before returned, the urge to thrust into Haru's mouth arising once again. "D-damn Haru! I-I'm gonna move, okay?"

Haru nodded and increased his sucking, hollowing his cheeks the way he knew drove Makoto insane. After a loud groan, Makoto could no longer help it. In one swift move, he thrusted himself into Haru's mouth, catching Haru by surprise as he let out a muffled yelp. It was at this moment that Haru knew he was in for a challenge. Perhaps he was a bit reckless, letting Makoto shove his currently enhanced schlong down his throat. Haru simply wasn't prepared for the thick head of Makoto's cock pushing further back in his throat than he thought possible, causing Haru to borderline choke. However, Haru was a masochistic cock slut who was down for anything when it came to Makoto. He was up for the challenge; oddly enough, the feeling of choking on Makoto's dick turned him on even more.

Makoto pulled out and thrusted into Haru's mouth once again, burying his fists into Haru's hair as he fucked his face. Soon he found a jagged, yet steady rhythm as he damn there forced his cock down Haru's throat, causing Haru to allow muffled moans to escape his mouth, the vibrations of said moans further stimulating Makoto's member.

"Nggh! Damn Haru...I d-didn't know you liked c-choking on my cock that m-much!"

Oh hell no. Hell no. Haru couldn't take it. Dirty talk wasn't something he even considered, something he never knew he wanted so badly, especially coming from Makoto, the dorkiest of adorable dorks. Needless to say, Haru liked it. A lot.

"M-mmhh!" Haru attempted to nod in reply, tears both from light gagging and ecstasy rising in his eyes as he continued to loudly moan around Makoto's thick shaft.

Soon, the constant vibrations proved to be too much as Makoto came closer to his limit. "H-haruu, I-fuck Haru I'm gonna-!" Makoto let loose inside Haru's mouth, shooting copious amounts of cum down Haru's throat. Haru was caught off guard—Makoto had a shit-ton this time—and found himself coughing violently as Makoto exited his mouth. The pungent substance dribbled from Haru's mouth as he he laid his head against the bathroom wall, recouping with, now less intense, coughs and heavy breathing. After about a minute, he finally regained his composure, a small, satisfied smile on his fucked-out face. He looked up at Makoto. His eyes shot open. He was still hard as ever, maybe even more so than before. Haru stared at the still-hard, monstrous, still-throbbing dick right before him in sincere amazement.

Makoto was equally amazed and a little disappointed as worry began to creep back into his voice. "H-how am I still..?"

"You're still big."

Makoto scoffed. "Well, duh, Haru! What am I gonna do now? I can't go back out there like this again!"

Haru continued to look at Makoto in his usual, stoic manner. He said nothing. He simply stood up and began to pull down his jammers, his own neglected member springing Free! as he threw the discarded clothing to the side. Now, Haru stood completely exposed and naked, a sight that did nothing but make Makoto's situation even worse.

"W-what..Haruuu, what are you doing now?!"

Haru lowered himself once again, allowing himself to lay against the wall. He then began to spread his legs before reaching down to his awaiting entrance, playing with the outer rim of his ass before shoving a finger inside.

Makoto's eyes widened as he let out an involuntary groan, before quickly stopping himself to try and gain control of the situation again. "Huh!? Oh, no Haru! W-we can't do that, not here and definitely not now!"

Haru looked up at Makoto with his usual stoic face, but there was a noticeable glint of annoyance in his eyes. "Why not? You obviously need it..." Haru motioned toward Makoto's twitching and somehow still leaking, cock before adding a second finger, causing Haru to let out another savory moan that went straight to Makoto's dick.

"B-but Ha-Haru...we've been gone for so long already. Don't you think they're getting suspicious!?"

Haru stuck in a third finger, adding more strength as he forced the digits in and out of his tight, tight entrance. "Ah-h..I-I don't care...mmh!"

"B-but.." Makoto was simply too entranced, completely captivated by the way Haru's ass enveloped his fingers in the tight warmth that he knew and loved all to well. His member twitched in excitement as he recalled the feeling of being buried, balls-deep in Haru's warm, tight ass, something that he needed to feel right now, more so than he ever needed before.

However, Haru suddenly stopped, pulling his fingers out completely before getting up and going to the cabinet beneath the sink to retrieve a large blue bottle of, you guessed it, lube. He then walked back over to the wall where he had previously been sitting, silently finding amusement in the now intensely desperate stare Makoto gave him.

Haru sat back down on the floor, spread his legs, and opened the bottle to pour a generous amount on his hand. He then looked up at Makoto, specifically, at his dick as if to gauge how much he needed to prepare. After a few moments of surveying, and a fair amount of internal judgment, Haru attempted to, and surprisingly succeeded at, shoving five fingers in his entrance, stretching himself more than he ever had, on his own, that is. "F-fuck," Haru gasped as he began to shove his fingers in and out of his tight, abused ass, hissing in pain and, eventually, pleasure.

Makoto was struggling. He gripped the hem of his underwear tightly, threatening to rip them out of sheer strength brought on by lust. His widened eyes twitched, bulging with desperation and need as he groaned. 'Does he even know how fucking sexy he looks right now!? How downright fuckable he is...shit,' he thought to himself. His self-control was now dangerously weak.

After about a minute more of fingering (or borderline fisting) himself, Haru felt that he was ready. His fingers exited his ass and he stood up, causing Makoto to furrow his brow in confusion. Haru walked over to the bathtub, got inside and sat in it, spreading his legs wide before turning to look at a dumbfounded Makoto.

"Okay, Makoto. I'm ready. Get over here."

Makoto felt himself take an involuntary step towards the bathtub, practically being controlled by his desperately throbbing lower half. 'No. No, this isn't right,' Makoto thought to himself. 'I've got to take control...I don't need to do this!' But damn, did he want to. How could he resist Haru, legs spread wide, blush dusting his beautiful face, eyes dilated and fogged with lust, just sitting in his tub, waiting to be fucked? How could anyone resist that?

"N-no...no, Haru. We've done enough. Please don't worry about me..return to the others and enjoy your birthday party, Haru." Makoto offered a gentle smile.

Haru turned his head toward Makoto. That look was back. That terrifying look from before; the demanding look of anger and annoyance that made Makoto feel small and powerless, but most of all, scared.

"Excuse me? I thought I was clear earlier when I said that I don't want you to hold back."

"Yea Haru, but the other-"

"Fuck that. It's my birthday, Makoto, right?"

"Y-yea.."

"And you know what I want right now, right?"

"I want you to get your ass over here already and screw me with your huge dick, right, fucking, now!"

Makoto was absolutely speechless. He was back in an intense emotional struggle. He wanted to...but he couldn't. He needed to...but it was just inappropriate at this time. It would be fun...but their friends we right down the hall. What's a guy to do-

"Makoto, if you don't get your ass over here in 3.5 fucking seconds, I swear I'll-"

"Screw it!" Makoto practically leaped over to the bath tub to join Haru, pouncing on him like an animal, showering him in light kisses while Haru moaned at the feeling of their members rubbing together, the friction so heavenly after his cock had trembled with need for so long. However, there was a part of Haru that ached even more, a place that needed to be filled completely with the one he craved, the one he loved.

"Ah-ha..Ma-koto...lu-lube..now," Haru gasped as he attempted to push Makoto off of him.

"Y-yeah..right," Makoto huffed as he reached over to the wall where Haru once sat and grabbed the blue bottle. "Here," he said as he handed it to Haru who simply took it, opened it, and damn there poured the whole bottle on Makoto's length before throwing the bottle across the room, not caring about how loud it sounded as it hit the door. Next, Haru began to messily stroke Makoto, lathering him up, not caring about what spilled elsewhere, out of pure excitement, causing Makoto to let out a deep moan that shook Haru to his very core, only encouraging him to rub faster and, when he finished, spread his legs even wider for Makoto.

"Shit, Haru..."Makoto took a moment to slow the pace and admire the sight before him: Haru completely offering himself to him, legs spread wide, arousal standing proud...it was all just so-

"Hurry up, Makoto and mess me up...for my birthday..." Haru had that devilish glint in his eyes once again, this time accompanied by a devious smirk.

Makoto said nothing. He simply looked into Haru's eyes and gave him that sweet, reassuring smile that he loved so much before finally moving forward, grazing his cock just around the rim of Haru's entrance, looking for a good angle for insertion before finally pushing himself inside, stretching Haru's ass more than he'd ever stretched it before, causing Haru to hiss in pain as his ass stung. Makoto noticed this and slowed his pace, inserting himself into Haru even slower as he lowered his head down to Haru's neck, placing light kisses on it while he continued to push inside. This feeling was, strangely, so new to Haru; it felt like their first time all over again. Haru felt more full, more stretched to his very limit than he'd ever felt before. He could feel all of Makoto, so deep inside him, pulsating I'm time with his very own heartbeat, truly creating the illusion that they were becoming one. Meanwhile, Makoto felt the same way; Haru felt really damn good and so much more tight than he recalled. Perhaps this was due to the unusually wide girth that Makoto was sporting at the moment.

"Ahh...okay, Makoto...you can move now.."

Makoto looked up at Haru. He appeared to be a bit confused. Haru gave him a questioning look. "Move? B-but it's not all the wa-"

"What now?"

"Look for yourself..."

Haru looked down and instantly felt dumb as his eyes shot open. Makoto was correct; he was a little over halfway in, but still had more to go. 'Oh right,' Haru thought to himself as he recalled the image of Makoto's length just about 10 minutes ago, remembering how unusually fucking big it was. What was up with that? Haru didn't give a damn at the moment. He sighed in annoyance to mask his his uncertainty before telling Makoto to keep going. What was he getting himself into? He wasn't very sure anymore.

After finally getting all the way inside, Makoto stopped, allotting time for Haru to adjust before he started moving. "Shit Haru...you feel...amazing right now...so..tight..!"

Haru hummed in response. "Y-you can move now, Makoto.." Makoto nodded in response before finally pulling out, leaving Haru unbelievably hallow. Then, he quickly thrusted back in.

"FUCK!" Haru was caught off guard by the sheer mass of Makoto's cock being forced back inside him, alarmed at how much more intense it felt being that Makoto was more..enhanced than usual.

"Ha-Haru! Are you alright?" He lowered his head down to his ear, and began to speak, almost at a whisper. "Haru, you wanted me to not hold back, yes? I'd be happy to give you what you want, but if you can't handle it..."

Fuck that. Haru's brows furrowed and his mouth curved into a scowl. What te hell, Makoto? He was just caught off guard by your decision to bow-guard your dick in his ass all of a sudden. 'News flash, Makoto: it's not easy to take a cock like yours,' Haru thought to himself. After recouping for a moment Haru looked up at Makoto. "Don't get all high and mighty. Just fuck me already."

Makoto chuckled, quite sadistically too, before whispering, "whatever you want, Haru-Chan."

Then, with little warning, Haru found himself being slammed into the cold, hard surface of the bathtub as Makoto pounded into him, easily reaching the most pleasurable spots, deep inside, that Haru didn't even know existed within himself. "Fff-Fuck! Makoto! I-it's...s-so..big...!"

Makoto gave another mischievous smirk, pounding into Haru at an even fiercer pace. "Geez, Haru...your such a fucking size queen. Do you only like me for my cock or something?"

Haru let out filthy, high pitched moan as he involuntarily shut his teary eyes and allowed his mouth to gape, drool sneaking out of the crevices of his hot mouth.

"Hm? That's unfortunate Haru...looks like I'm gonna have to punish you," Makoto leaned in closer to Haru, his low and sexy voice shaking Haru to his very core as if he could get off to the sound of Makoto's voice alone. "I'll show you exactly what happens to size queens like you, who ask for too much." Makoto gave another forceful thrust, making Haru bite his lip so hard that he was sure he was bleeding by now. Makoto's voice was deep and borderline menacing, "...they don't walk again for days.."

Haru's eyes shot open, surprised at what he'd just heard, but so much more turned on. At the very same moment, his whole body tensed, causing him to clench around Makoto's cock as he threw his head back in ecstasy, not caring about how Makoto's incessant pounding into him against the hard, unforgiving surface of the bathtub would contribute to the overall soreness he'd feel in the morning. "Y-yes Makoto!...punish m-mee...tr-eat me like shit!"

Makoto laughed again as he felt his own member swell at Haru's slutty request. "You're such a slut...taking my cock for your birthday...how lewd, Haru-chan.."

"Fuck!" Haru was about to climax from the very sound of Makoto's voice, his amazing, disrespectful, and downright sexy dirty talk, the frivolous pace at which he drove his thick cock into Haru's now gaping entrance; it was all too much. "M-Makoto...! I'm..gonna...I'm cumming!" Haru let out a loud, high-pitched, jagged moan that sounded like the most lovely Music to Makoto's ears as he threw his head back and scrunched his eyes closed.

The very sight of Haru's twitching member spewing cum all over his very own chest spurred on Makoto's very own orgasm as he groaned loudly, letting loose in Haru's ass completely before collapsing atop Haru. They both sat there for quite a while, sticky and spent, breathing heavily as they recovered from what they'd call the best sex they've had in months.

Oh, and the never-ending boner that Makoto had for an hour, had finally went away.

"H-hey guys! Sorry we took so long! I was just feeling a little sick..." Makoto stopped talking as he surveyed the room where everyone had just been about 20 minutes ago. Everyone was gone. "What the...where did they all go?"

Haru walked over to the chabudai (small table thing) to find a note from Nagisa that said the following:

Dear Haru-chan and Mako-Chan,

We've decided to leave you two alone so that Haru-Chan can make sure Mako-chan was alright. We also felt awkward sitting here while you two were obviously busy in the restroom doing various...things together...( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡). You guys should probably learn to stay a bit quieter ;) Aaaaanyywaaayy, thanks for the super duper fun party and Happy Birthday, Haru-Chan!!!!!!

-Nagisa ;p

The following Monday, Haru, Makoto, Nagisa, and Rei sat together once again, eating their lunch at their usual spot. However, there was definitely an unusual and very awkward vibe; it's a little awkward to hang out with your friends after hearing them have rough ass sex just a few nights before.

Makoto, being Makoto, was the most embarrassed, keeping his reddened face down as he ate his lunch in uncharacteristically small bites. Rei did the same, adjusting his glasses constantly, even when it wasn't even remotely necessary. Haru however, seemed normal, except for the fact that Makoto didn't lie when he said Haru wouldn't walk for days; it only made the awkward atmosphere worse when he arrived a few minutes before, limping over with a guilty looking Makoto following behind him.

Nagisa hated this tension, even though it was his fault. He searched desperately for something to talk about, however, when he opened his mouth to speak, it all went south for him. "Uhh...Haru-Chan! Did you

Like the present that me and Rei-Chan got for you?"

Haru continued to look down at his food, picking at it with his chopsticks to avoid eye contact; this wasn't so weird for Haru to do. "Yea. It was cool. Thanks guys."

Nagisa smiled, feeling some of the frozen-over tension melt away. "That's good, Haru-Chan! Uhh...Oh! Did you like the other present I gave you?" Nagisa gave Haru an exaggerated wink.

Haru frowned a bit, a small blush dusting his cheeks as he turned his head to the side. "It was...interesting."

Rei and Makoto were confused. "W-what else did you get for Haru, Nagisa?"

Nagisa looked at Makoto with wide and slightly confused eyes. "You mean you didn't see it?"

Haru shook his head. "I just found it this morning."

Nagisa was visibly disappointed. "Awww Haru-Chan! You were supposed to find it on your birthday!" Nagisa sighed. "Oh well, clearly you didn't need it," Nagisa said with another suggestive wink at Haru.

Rei chimed in, now sincerely curious about said gift. "Nagisa-Kun, what did you get Haruka-Senpai?"

Nagisa only laughed. Haru frowned and sighed. "Nagisa got me a box of condoms." 'XL's too,' Haru thought to himself as his face began to heat up.

Makoto and Rei both blushed again. "Oh..."

"Nagisa-kun, don't you think that's a bit too..uh...personal..?"

Nagisa shook his head. "No, it was supposed to go perfectly with the other gift I got Haru!"

"What other gift?"

Nagisa probably shouldn't have said that.

"You got Haruka-Senpai two other gifts of your own?"

"Haru didn't tell me that he got so many gifts from you, Nagisa," Makoto said with a forced, but pleasant smile.

Nagisa gave a them a wide-eyed stare and a nervous smile. "I...uhh...haha!" Nagisa's smile was now replaced with genuine concern. "Promise you won't get mad?"

The three looked at each other, and back at Nagisa. "Nagisa-kun...what did you do?"

"Uh, well...Mako-Chan...I kinda..sorta...might've...druggedyou!"

"What!?" Everyone practicality yelled in unison.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to give Haru-Chan a super special, super personal present and I know how much he loves you, Mako-Chan, and I kinda sorta found out that Haru was a raging size queen and so I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted and so I got pills and crushed them up and put them in your cake and that's why you were feeling strange and stuff during the party and that's why you had to change into different pants I knew you weren't cheating but I wanted to act natural so I didn't give it away and-"

"NAGISA-KUN! Slow down! What kind of pills did you even use?"

Nagisa smiled nervously again as he scratched the back of his head. "Hehe...just...maleenhancementpills..."

Rei was shocked as Nagisa's confession rendered him completely speechless for a few seconds. He began to question is own safety, being that he himself was (pretty much) dating Nagisa. "Nagisa-kun! Do you know how dangerous that is! Those weren't prescribed! What if Makoto-Senpai would've gotten sick from them!? Imagine the guilt you'd feel right now!"

"B-but it worked didn't it? And Mako-Chan is just fine!"

"Still Nagisa! What you've done is illegal, wrong, and very dangerous!"

While the two argued, Makoto just sat there in silence, trying to process the fact that his teammate had drugged him...fucking drugged him! Makoto knew Nagisa wasn't all-there in the head, but this is a new extreme, even for him!

Soon the bell rang, signaling for them to get back to class. They all got up and silently left, with the exception of Rei, who continued to go on about the dangers of various unperscibed drugs and their long-term effects on the human body. However, Haru stayed back, grabbing Nagisa by the shoulder. "Nagisa."

Nagisa looked up at Haru, afraid that he might snap at him for drugging his boyfriend. "Y-yes, Haru-Chan?"

Haru's Eyes were cold, as usual. However they softened and Nagisa could've sworn that he saw a faint smile appear on Haru's lips. He spoke almost at a whisper, "thanks."

Nagisa's melancholy expression disappeared as it was replaced with one of amazement as his eyes widened and his usual smile returned to his face, something that was quite refreshing after seeing Nagisa so sad for the past ten minutes as he was getting reprimanded by his teammates. "Y-you're welcome, Haru-Chan!"

Haru leaned down toward his ear, his faint smile disappearing into a more serious expression. "Nagisa."

"Yeah?"

Haru spoke, making sure that Makoto and Rei were completely out of ear shot. "Make sure you get me some more of that...stuff..."

Nagisa smiled from ear to ear. "You got it, Haru-Chan!"