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backyards2015-07-26 11:32 am
restrained) wrote in backyards2015-07-26 11:32 am
you know i've loved you from the start
[ school has been going for a whole semester now. though makoto and haruka go to the same university, it hardly feels like it. both of them take almost entirely different classes, aside from the basic general education courses, but even then their schedules don't line up. it isn't like high school where they'd miraculously end up in the same class. haru has his training on top of all that, leaving him with a pretty full plate.
he doesn't mind it. classes are one thing-- he often still finds himself staring out the window though this time the view is much different-- and it's a lot to do, but haru enjoys swimming, of course. after going to australia and finding his dream, it's become more important than ever. there is something he holds a little higher than swimming, though. to be more accurate, he has for a while. that thing-- that person, would be makoto himself. he's been in love with makoto for longer than they've been dating, but they're together now, and that's what is most important.
haru sees him occasionally when they study together or on the somewhat rare weekends they get to hang out at the other's apartment. during those times they'll play video games on the small tv makoto's parents got for him, or haru will cook dinner, or they'll watch a movie. sometimes it's a mix of them or all three; it depends on how much time they have. either way, one will usually stay over the other's, sometimes haru waking up and pulling one of makoto's shirts over him instead of one of his own if the previous night's happenings make the opportunity available.
it's early saturday afternoon today, and haru has just finished getting ready for the day ahead of him. makoto should be home from his classes soon, and there's no swimming practice for haru to go to. that would usually mean it'd be time to go over to makoto's or vice versa (he has a key after all, he could just let himself in instead of waiting for him to get home), but things are apparently going to be different this time.
makoto has plans. that's all he knows. it's a little annoying being so clueless, but haru trusts makoto, after all. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't?
he has to ask himself why he got ready so fast. well, no, he supposes he knows. haru is kind of... excited. a little antsy, but excited. it's been some time since they've last been on a date, so it's only natural, right? that's what he'll tell himself, at least. time is passing slower than he'd like now, and every few seconds, minutes that pass by haru finds himself looking at the clock mounted on the wall. he's left the door unlocked, haru more than ready for makoto to come get him, to see him.
come back already, makoto. ]
he doesn't mind it. classes are one thing-- he often still finds himself staring out the window though this time the view is much different-- and it's a lot to do, but haru enjoys swimming, of course. after going to australia and finding his dream, it's become more important than ever. there is something he holds a little higher than swimming, though. to be more accurate, he has for a while. that thing-- that person, would be makoto himself. he's been in love with makoto for longer than they've been dating, but they're together now, and that's what is most important.
haru sees him occasionally when they study together or on the somewhat rare weekends they get to hang out at the other's apartment. during those times they'll play video games on the small tv makoto's parents got for him, or haru will cook dinner, or they'll watch a movie. sometimes it's a mix of them or all three; it depends on how much time they have. either way, one will usually stay over the other's, sometimes haru waking up and pulling one of makoto's shirts over him instead of one of his own if the previous night's happenings make the opportunity available.
it's early saturday afternoon today, and haru has just finished getting ready for the day ahead of him. makoto should be home from his classes soon, and there's no swimming practice for haru to go to. that would usually mean it'd be time to go over to makoto's or vice versa (he has a key after all, he could just let himself in instead of waiting for him to get home), but things are apparently going to be different this time.
makoto has plans. that's all he knows. it's a little annoying being so clueless, but haru trusts makoto, after all. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't?
he has to ask himself why he got ready so fast. well, no, he supposes he knows. haru is kind of... excited. a little antsy, but excited. it's been some time since they've last been on a date, so it's only natural, right? that's what he'll tell himself, at least. time is passing slower than he'd like now, and every few seconds, minutes that pass by haru finds himself looking at the clock mounted on the wall. he's left the door unlocked, haru more than ready for makoto to come get him, to see him.
come back already, makoto. ]
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it's occurred to makoto, much belatedly, that dating his best friend wasn't much different from their relationship before. the only clear dissimilarity was when he'd turn, still recovering from the drowsiness of early morning just in time to catch his departure. the length of one of makoto's shirts on an exponential curve down haru's frame, liberally pooling past his elbows and raking around the top of his knees, overlarge collar gliding away to expose one shoulder. he was obscenely pretty even in erratic half-focus, and it took nearly everything out of him to let haru leave just like that, a fact further corroborated by the sudden, looming absence in the thin sheets beside him.
so he's spent most time than he could appreciate as a student aimlessly muddling through the haze of classes; where thorough observation fails there is hardwired diligence, and his behavior is adequate from a distance, attending sessions and mechanically jotting down notes even if he's only marginally aware of the instructor's comments regarding chemical imbalances. it's shy of noon when he lights out from the university, taking exactly one (1) detour once he's off campus prior to trekking off to haru's apartment. his mind is spinning like a wheel by the time he's at the doorstep, but he's committed haru's habits to memory, so there isn't any surprise when the knob twists easily in his grasp, no key needed. his boyfriend's never been one for locking doors, which would've been concerning if he didn't already know he'd left it open for him.
and then haru's there right in front of him, retracting his collected gaze from the wall-mounted clock, eyes scored with slight agitation that makoto immediately catches onto. ]
Sorry, Haru! Did you wait long?
[ his voice is weirdly breathless as he clambers over, backpack still clinging to one shoulder, to clumsily sweep him into a reassuring hug, allowing the seconds to insouciantly melt away beneath his fingertips. ]
I would've been here sooner, but I wanted to make sure everything went right. One last thing, though —
[ as makoto retracts, expression splitting into a wide smile, soft and lenient, addled with sunlit warmth. he settles back so his wrists propped by the side of haru's thin neck, palms cool on his cheek. carefully holding him, he bends down, shy and hesitant, and presses his mouth to haru's forehead, immaturely denying him of a steady, deliberate kiss (this time around). ]
Now we're all set and ready to go.
[ their gazes remain stationary as he silent gauges haru for assent.
at last, makoto slants away to stifle the incipient laugh humming in his throat, one hand sliding down to clasp haru's fingers in his own, winding them together. it's a simple matter to bolt up haru's living residence with a spare key, sliding it back to his pocket as they descent the stairwell. in a second they're overlaid with the searing light of the outdoors, but it's not quite as intense when compared to makoto's reverence for the scattering disorientation haru elicits in him on the regular. they've made it down the steps and continue along the sidewalk, and then makoto speaks up again. ]
I missed you. How'd your day go?