Author’s note: THANK YOU for existing and sending me this ilu.
Haven’t written MakoHaru in a while and after watching the new episodes I died
aND WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE ALL THESE FEELS and this is the result ❤
Summary: Haru’s being dramatic and Makoto wants to make him feel better by using his weak
spots against him. With love of course.
Word count: 2k
One of
Haru’s typical traits was his quietness, which was one of the things Makoto was
used to, but he was exceptionally quiet
today. Like, they’d been hanging out for almost two hours or so and the only
reason Haru had opened his mouth was to ask Makoto if he wanted a cup of tea.
Usually they would be talking about their day, their classes, any news from the
others, even the weather when Makoto
ran out of things to say but Haru had barely responded to any of that.
Even the
way they were sitting was weird. The TV was on at a low volume, playing some
random thriller and, call him sentimental, but Makoto was pretty sure that Haru
was sitting too far away from him. The bed wasn’t that big to begin with, but
it turned out that Haru preferred the opposite side instead of his go-to, which
was nestled up against Makoto.
This was
weird, not to mention awkward. Makoto
pressed his lips together and looked at him, not really knowing what to
do. They’d only been dating for a year but had been friends for as long as he
could remember, which was the very reason he knew that there was something
wrong. It couldn’t be something major, otherwise Haru would’ve cancelled their
meetup, so it was something small but pressing.
Maybe he had a bad day at practice? Or maybe Rin had managed to prove that he was a better driver
after all. Whatever it was, it was causing them to sit in one of the most
awkward silences ever, depriving them of touch and damn, Makoto was gonna burst any
second.
Haru’s eyes
were fixed on the corner of the TV screen, making Makoto unable to read them.
He was holding his phone in an absent grip and his posture was somewhat tense; an indicator that he had to be approached carefully, otherwise they wouldn’t get
very far. Apparently Makoto’s presence was not unwanted, which gave him a
little boost to scoot over and place a tentative hand on Haru’s clothed leg.
“Haru.”
“Hn.” A
quiet response but it was there.
“… Did
something happen?”
The scene on
the TV changed and dramatic music started playing, making the atmosphere even
tenser than it had to be. Makoto’s eyes landed on the remote on the floor and back
to Haru’s face to silently ask for permission. The response was a small nod, so
he reached for the remote and turned the TV off, using it as an excuse to nudge him with his elbow.
Their eyes
met and Makoto dared to move even closer so their noses nearly touched. Haru’s
eyes were soft, mirroring a distant sadness. He wasn’t sure whether to place a
small kiss on his lips, even though he really wanted to.
“We didn’t
have mackerel for dinner.”
Oh.
Oh.
The answer
was so obvious yet totally not at
the same time. It was true that Makoto had brought some food from the convenience
store because he was tired and didn’t feel like cooking, so he honestly thought
he was doing both of them a favor. Apparently Haru hadn’t said anything for the
sake of being polite or something, and they’d finished their dinner in silence.
“I’m
sorry?” Makoto tried and pressed their foreheads together with a careful smile,
grateful that Haru sort of leaned into his touch and placed his phone on the nightstand.
“S’okay.”
Makoto let
out a low chuckle and wrapped his other arm around Haru’s shoulders, his hand
ending up on the back of his neck, fingers brushing against his hairline and
jaw.
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