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"(Last-Name)-san!" (Name) heard across the noisy hall.

(Name) turned to see a rather shorter girl running towards her. She had burgundy colored hair tied up in a pony tail. She looked like a first year. "Sorry, I know you're busy going home and all, but do you mind teaching someone how to swim today?"

(Name) froze. "And why would you want me to teach, exactly?" she asked, forcing a smile.

"Well, I was looking through some old school files last night (please don't ask how I got them) and I saw that you broke the prefecture record for swimming 100 Free your freshman year. I was rather impressed, not knowing there was a legend at our school. So, please teach a fellow classmate! I beg you!" She clasped her palms together and slouched, closing her eyes wishfully.

(Name) didn't know what to say. She didn't want to refuse, since she wanted to give a classmate an opportunity to swim. "Sure," she answered. "But where are we going to teach this person how to swim?"

"I was thinking the school pool, I just hope the club members would allow such a sudden notice," the girl replied.

The school pool. "Alright," (Name) said, still not okay with the idea. "Let's see how bad this person is."

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On their way to the swimming pool, (Name) found out a few things. First, she found out that the girl that had requested a swimming lesson for a classmate was Gou Matsuoka (or Kou... (Name) called her Kou to avoid being yelled at), a freshman at Iwatobi High. Second, the person (Name) was going to teach swimming to was a swim club member. 

When Kou and (Name) arrived at the swimming pool, (Name) knew she should quickly think of a back-up story to get out of the place: Makoto and the other swim club members were there, already half-naked and in their swim gear. (Name) prayed that she didn't have to swim in front of Makoto, hoping he wouldn't find out "Nadare" was actually (Name).

"Oh?" One of the members asked. He had wavy blonde hair and pink-ish eyes, and very fair skin. (Name) hoped he wore sunscreen to protect that smooth beauty. (Name) remembered his name was Nagisa from elementary school and how he used to hang out with Haruka and Makoto a lot. "Gou-chan, who is this?"

"This is (Last Name)-san, and she's here to help Rei swim!" Kou said rather proudly.

"Wait," Makoto spoke up. "(Last Name)-san, you can swim?"

(Name) wanted to say, "So you think I can't?" but that would just be plain evidence of why she didn't have friends. "Yes, yes I can," she replied.

"Are you sure you can teach me how to swim?" another member asked. He had dark-violet-ish hair, his eyes the same color. He had glasses on, and he was rather handsome, just like the rest of the swim club members. (Name) guessed that was Rei. "Even Haruka-senpai couldn't teach me the basics (even though he taught me butterfly)..."

"You can swim butterfly?" (Name) asked. She was surprised. In her opinion, butterfly was the hardest stroke to master, having the fact that you had to move your whole body to do this stroke. 

"I suppose..." Rei said, like it was no big deal.

"You're going to swim again?" Haruka asked. (Name) knew Haruka rather well, having the fact that they were in the same class since preschool. But she slightly forgot that Haruka knew (Name) used to do competitive swimming ever since middle school. Makoto probably didn't notice that (Name) was competitively swimming since he barely pays attention to anything but being nice to people and his friends' needs.

"Wait, Haruka, you knew she could swim?" Makoto asked, suddenly confused.

"Sure," Haruka replied in his regular careless voice.

"Okaay," Kou interrupted the conversation. "Getting back to Rei's problem."

"Problem..." Rei repeated, rather offended. "Anyway, she's right. I hope you can teach me, (Last Name)-senpai!"

"You can just call me (Name). Well, how do you want me to teach you?" (Name) asked bluntly. She honestly wanted to get this over with, since she didn't want to hear her heart beating so hard being near a shirtless Makoto.

"I was thinking maybe you can swim and see how you swim."

Maybe you can swim. (Name) froze. This was something she didn't want. This is what she feared. She still hadn't thought of a master plan to get away from the place. I don't want Makoto finding out I'm "Nadare".

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When (Name) changed into a swim suit (Kou had one "just in case"), she made sure her hair was up. When she got out from the locker room, Kou's face brightened. "Wow, (Name)-senpai!" she said, fascinated. "Your deltoid muscles are very defined for not swimming for a whole year!"

"Is it?" (Name) said, not sure if she should take that statement as a compliment.

(Name) felt uncomfortably embarrassed, having the fact that she was wearing a skin tight suit in front of four very handsome boys, but she felt more embarrassed thinking the fact that one of them was Makoto. She put a swimming cap on and her goggles on her head, her hands shaking. 

(Name) got on the diving board and looked over to the bench where everybody was watching from. "You ready to watch, Rei?" she called.

"Yes, Senpai!" Rei called back.

(Name) nervously bent down on the diving board. Her legs were shaking, which made her feel like a freshman all over again. Her toes on her right leg gripped on the edge of the diving board. Her left leg bent behind her, her foot ready to pounce into the water. Then, she leaped. First things first: stream line. She dolphin kicked her way to the surface until Splash. She felt the rush of air on her arms and immediately started to stroke. She did two strokes before breathing and made it a pattern. She was beginning to reach the other end of the pool. About two meters prior, she quickly did a somersault in the water and successfully did a flip turn. She kicked off the wall and stream lined once again. When she looked out of the water to breathe, she saw Makoto. Since everything was a blur, she didn't pay attention to his facial expressions. But she knew he had figured it out. Somehow.

(Name) slapped the wall. She was done. She splashed out of the water and hoisted herself up. 

"Impressive, (Name)-senpai!" Kou said.

"That was beautiful!" Rei said, his eyes glittering.

"You're like an otter, (Name)-chan!" Nagisa said joyfully.

(Name) hesitated. "Th-thank you." She wasn't used to getting compliments about anything. She took her goggles off and rubbed her eyes and looked up. She saw Makoto, his eyes wide, like he just realized that his favorite female actress was a slut. Not a very pleasant look.

"You're..." Makoto stuttered. "You're her."

Everyone turned to Makoto, wondering what was so surprising. (Name) knew. And she was shameful. She looked down and walked back to the locker room, never wanting to see Makoto's face again.

AAaaaannndddddd It's up! Chapter 3!

I really REALLY don't want to rush this fan fic. But it sounds like I am. AND I DON'T WANT TOoooooo
Sorry, writer problems. Or maybe it's just me? lol. ^^;

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This is it. The day when [Name] finally returns to her friends and family in Japan.

[Name] shoved through the crowd, trying to get to baggage claim where she would meet her mother, Yuki, who she hasn't seen in two years. After finally reaching the end of the crowd, she searched for a particular face amongst the sea of people waiting for their baggage.

"[Name]!" she heard someone yell.

Said girl turned, greeted with the sight of dark blue hair. Her mother hugged her so hard, [Name] thought her insides would pop out any moment. Nonetheless, she returned the bone crushing hug. Yuki pulled back and smiled at her daughter, a stray tear slipping out of her eye. "You've grown so much! You're as beautiful as ever, [Name]." her mother complimented, making [Name] blush. She gave her mother one more quick hug before going to get her bags.

Afterwards, when [Name] had finally collected her bags, they sped down the busy highway towards home. [Name] smiled. She couldn't wait to see all of her old friends and attend her new school. Her mother snapped her out of her daze, stating that there was a surprise waiting for her at home. [Name], suddenly interested, pestered her mother to give her a hint as to what it is, but to no avail.

"Can't you at least give me a hint?" [Name] whined at her mother, who, smirking deviously, shook her head no. [Name] groaned and looked out the window again, until her mother spoke up.

"You know, sweetheart, Makoto and the others have been asking constantly about your arrival these past two weeks. I suppose they're very excited to see you." she said, calmly looking at her pouting daughter.

[Name] suddenly sat up and crossed her arms. "As they should be! They haven't contacted me the past month!" she stated angrily. Her gaze saddened when she thought of the boy she loved, who hadn't contacted her in two months. She was beginning to worry about him.

Yuki saw her daughter's unhappy expression and immediately knew who she was thinking of. She sighed inwardly. "Anyhow, Makoto mentioned to me that he and a few of your friends had started a swimming club, and you're welcome to join. He was going on about how..."

[Name] stopped listening after she heard the word swimming. She immediately envisioned herself gliding through the water, reaching forward and propelling her way forwards. She could hear the crowd cheering. Almost there-

"[Name] [Surname]! Were you even listening? You started staring off into space after I mentioned Makoto and his friends!" her mother complained. [Name] shook her head and brushed it off as being tired.


About fifteen minutes later, they arrived in the small driveway of [Name]'s old home. She smiled widely at the small building, memories flooding back in a wave.

Yuki saw her daughter smiling dreamily at her old home. She sighed and shook her shoulder lightly. [Name]'s head snapped in her direction. Yuki smiled. "Ready to see your surprise?"

[Name] jumped out of her seat and opened the car door hurriedly. She pulled her mother along with her towards the front door, eager to see what the surprise is. Her mother giggled and turned the key to open the door. As it creaked open, [Name] sensed nothing out of the ordinary. She shot her mother a questioning look before stepping inside.

Even after examining the area, nothing seemed to be waiting for her. She turned to her mother again. "You liar. There's no-"

"SURPRISE!" several voices shouted behind [Name], making her jolt. She turned her head to see a few of her friends, along with others she didn't recognize. One face stood out amongst the others, however. The black haired boy with brilliant oceanic eyes looking at her with such emotion and longing.


Haruka Nanase.
After hearing about THE CONFIRMED SECOND SEASON Spazattackplz I just had to post this from my Quotev account.

Follow me on there if you'd like Momo Kisaragi (Big Smile) [V5] 



I made this a while back, towards when the series first started,  so my writing skills may not be very good in this. 


So in this reader-chan returns from studying abroad, and meets everyone again. Give me some feedback on whether you like it or not or if you want me to continue it Bunny Emoji-26 (Teehee) [V2] 


I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU Komari hugs Rin [V5]  (that's not creepy at all, is it?)


Free! Iwatobi Swim Club (c) Kyoto Animation
High☆Speed! (c) Koji Oji 
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Sooo here is another Makoto X Reader Fanfiction for all Free! (especially Makoto Tachibana fangirls) Fans! I hope you like it! :3
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“I would like to order the Jumbo-Burger Special and a strawberry milkshake.”  That was the answer of your customer after you asked him if he already decided what to order.
You were working at a small diner near the beach where a lot of people visit daily, and since a lot of people visit the diner every day you had a good job as a part time waitress. Your budget was above the average, and for a second year high schooler it was a great way to get money.

“Oh-Im- Im sorry!” you heard your collegue’s voice from another table. Looking to it, you saw Makoto, your class mate and secret crush who also worked at the diner, who was scratching his head and smiled embarrassed. Did something happened?

“Is everything alright?” you asked the customers from the table Makoto served after you stepped to them. The customer looked very angry at Makoto, and it looked like he was going to pick a fight with him. “Tell your friend to bring the right orders! I ordered a salmon salad, and what he was bringing me was a chicken salad!” the customer shouted loud, making you and Makoto step one step back. “And you call this a good diner! Liars! Every single one of you!” The customer stood up and was ready to leave, but you stopped him.

“Sir,” you started. “I think this is a misunderstanding. We are out of salmon today. Every salmon order will be changed to chicken. It is even written on the chalkboard outside next to the door. Please read it next time before you call us, the diner, liars.” Your face was serious while explaining that to him. Makoto was just looking at you, and the customer turned red as he sat down again. You noticed that other customers were looking at you, Makoto and the customer, but you did not care. Scenes like this occured daily, so you already had the expierience to handle those situations.

You turned to Makoto. “Makoto, you need to read the chalkboard too! You could have avoided this situation now, right? Next time I wont help you.” You said to him in a strict tone. You felt a little bit bad for talking to him like that. You felt like the bad one now. But Makoto smiled at you. “Thank you!” he said before he continued his shift. You blushed a little before you continued your shift too.

---Time Skip---

You sighed of happiness. “Haaa~ Time to go home~” you said to yourself, since you were alone because all the others already went home. You changed your clothes in the back in a small room, where the manager provided lockers for the workers to keep their stuff in there. It was already 9 at night and you wanted to go home quick, so you changed your clothes fast and locked the diner before making your way home.

“_____!” You suddenly heard a voice calling your name behind you. You knew the voice. And as you turned around you were still surprised to see Makoto having and coming towards you. You saw that he carried his bag in which he stored his school uniform. “Ma.. Makoto? Wasnt your shift over two hours ago? What are you doing here?” You were for sure confused that he was still around.

Or.. Or was he waiting for you?

You blushed as the thought crossed your mind. “Oh.. I.. I forgot my keys at home and right now there is noone, and Haruka is not at home, so I couldnt go to his place, so here I am.” He said while he was smiling at you. You felt like your heart was melting everytime you saw him smile. “Want me to walk you home?” he asked after you stood there for a while, looking at him and his charming smile. You turned red as you heard him asking that. Was he really willing to do it? You nodded, since you felt like you couldnt speak anymore, and then there was that gentle smile again. “Then lets go! Its already very dark.”

On the halfway to your house you just listened to him how he was talking about an upcoming swimming competition and how Rei still thinks he is not good enough so he is practicing more. “Ma.. Makoto... Not that I have anything against it.. But why do you work at the diner?” you asked him in a shy tone, which was a 180 degrees turn from ho strict you spoke to him before. “Hm? Why do you ask?” he questioned you. “I.. You know.. Im just curious, I mean you are very busy with swimming, and there is a competition coming up soon. And somehow, you find still some time to work. Isnt it more stress than usual?” You asked while you stopped walking. A normal person would avoid that huge amount of stress, except they have a reason to take all the stress to them.

He stopped walking some steps after you stopped, and he turned around to you . You could clearly see his beautiful green eyes looking into your (e/c) eyes, making him and you slightly blush. Those green eyes were as beautiful as stars in a clear night, like in that moment. “I work there to be closer to the waitress I fell in love with.” He said. You felt like your heart was getting squeezed together. He liked someone?

“_____... Do you actually like me?” He asked, stepping closer to you. “W-W-W-W-What are you suddenly talking about?” you said while looking into his eyes. You felt how your face turned more red after you said that. “It feels like you kind of dislike me.” He said, now standing in front of you. His face had a slightly sad expression.

Idiot, I love you

“Makoto, what I feel for you is the total opposite of hate.” You said to him in a calm tone while looking deep into his eyes. “So.. So you love me?” He asked while turning red. Your jaw dropped as you heard those word from him. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-“ you stuttered and turned red, feeling embarrassed and you couldnt think clear. Makoto smiled. “I knew it.” He said, while wrapping his arms around you.

“Ma-Ma-Makoto! What are you-“

“I love you too.” He said, hugging you more tight.

“I’ve never said that-“

“Shh.”

“Why are you-“
“Shhhhh.”

“You said that-“

“SHHHHHHH.”

Then suddenly everything was perfect in that moment. The waitress he was talking about was you, he confessed to you and now he was hugging you. Slowly, you wrapped your arms about his muscular body and cuddled your face on his chest.

“I fell in love with a handsome waiter...” you whispered into his chest. “Hopefully you are talking about me.” He said. You felt that he was smiling and you cant help it but to smile too.

Yes, its you and you know it.

I love you.
First: I wrote the story in like 1 or 2 hours and I did not really thought about what exactly to write :iconlazycryplz:
I just wanted to write something...

Second: Leave some comments if you want to~

Third: I do not own the picture. It belongs to the one who made it~
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The sun was just finished painting the skies in a reddish – orange hue, gracing the Earth with its radiant rays.

A few of them successfully reached your apartment’s window and illuminated your humble adobe. This scenery would have been perfect to enjoy with a cup of coffee or tea and a substantial breakfast, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently pouring your heart out to a certain green – eyed male.

No better way to start off the morning, right?

Makoto and you were up all night. You, telling him all the things that happened to you and all the things that troubled you, and him, listening ever so carefully. There were a few times, when you started crying again and then frantically apologizing; blowing and wiping your nose, to which he took both of your hands in his, and started to comfort you in a low whisper.

And you didn’t mind this action. At all.

His big hands enveloped yours, squeezing them in an encouraging manner; his thumb, occasionally swept over your knuckles on your shaking, dainty hands. You didn’t know if this was selfish, but it felt so good, that he was here with you, listening to you, consoling you, his attention only focused on you. ...No wonder why he was nicknamed as the ’Gentle Giant’ by your classmates.

However, he seemed to tense up at the part, where you told him all about Katsuo. You could swear his jaw was clenched quite uncomfortably, his expression changing from worried to neutral. He didn’t look you in the eye either; his gaze rather observing your kitchen and the floor, his brows furrowing from time to time. You guessed it made him quite angry that a male co – worker is harassing a female one at work.

But then again...maybe you were imagining all this, given how your eyes were hardly open from exhaustion.  

Well... you were right. He was angry about that, no doubt.

...

...What you kinda missed, was the fact, that this certain, harassed female happened to be you, and that’s what made him this cross as two sticks.

But Makoto being himself, suppressed this anger for now, deciding that listening to you was more important.

”...So, as you can see, I’m really under the weather.” You said, drawing imaginary patterns on your coffee table’s surface with your pointer finger.

”I was never this lost before...”

Ending your sentence with a quiet sigh, you continued with your fidgeting; your sentence hanging over both of your heads.

The silence that followed afterwards gave him time to let this all sink in. Makoto watched your finger’s movements, looking grim and gloomy at the same time. Meanwhile, you were trying to somehow make the suffocating dryness vanish from your mouth and throat, by taking long gulps. Your voice was already throaty from speaking so much, and not to mention gruff from all the crying and sobbing. Taking in a shaky breath, you were glad that you managed to finish all this before losing your voice or passing out.

But to say that you were glad, would have been an understatement. Words could not describe the relief you felt, after you told him everything. You literally felt your chest heave with much less effort, your lungs embracing oxygen as they were supposed to do. And to think, that for a moment, you thought this was a bad idea... You don’t know where you’d be now mentally, if nobody consoled you. Even though you were far from being through everything, you somehow felt, that you took a first step on solving your problems, by telling your worries to Makoto.

...

Well, okay...but. What’s the next step? It did help you immensely, that you didn’t bottle up everything, but your main problems were still unsolved. Not just that. You didn’t even have any clues how to solve them. It was difficult to think up something, anyway, when your anxieties about your current situation didn’t want to leave your mind.

Considering asking Makoto for any proposition he might have, you opened your mouth,...but quickly shut it.

Were you asking too much now? Maybe he didn’t want to meddle in your business. Maybe he was just only here, to hear you out, but nothing else; fulfilling his duties as a caring human being. Who knows, once he’s done comforting you, he’ll roll his eyes and mutter ’finally’, before leaving.

'Or...what if he was only here, because he thought, doing this is a good thing to do, and not because he was genuinely concerned about me?' You wondered, feeling your heart sink. You certainly didn’t want him to feel as if you hurled all your problems at him; to make him feel as if your issues were his responsibilities.

You peeked a glance at him, from under your eyelashes, all the while making sure that your head was still lowered. Makoto was still watching your fingers, absentmindedly resting his lower arms on your table. His eyes were a bit darker, the somber topic stealing its glint from them. His back was facing the window, so the sun shining through, managed to illuminate his form from behind, making him look like he was  radiating a golden aura. He looked angelic like this; the specks of dust were dancing around him in the ray of sun.

Looking back to your lap, you shaked your head. He wasn’t like this. He never was. One could argue that your relationship with him, wasn’t that close back in high school, so maybe you didn’t know him that well. And this was true, no arguments against that. But even though you didn’t know him like the back of your hand, you were absolutely sure, that he was truly, a caring lad.

And anyway...

Why would he go to such lenghts, such as coming over in the middle of the night and staying up all night, in a crappy apartment, just to listen to you? If he wasn’t truthfully concerned, then what other reasons would he have to fake it? It’s too much of a bother, for a false façade...You doubted anyone would be so desperate.

Also... it would be enough to just look at his eyes and smile, to tell that he doesn’t mean any harm. His expressions were too sincere, they held too much feeling. You had to smile.

’I guess, that’s the way he really is. Always concerned about others. Caring and helping, without expecting something back in exchange.’

A picture of a certain someone’s grin flashed in your mind, making you frown again.

’...Not like some other people...’

But let’s not ruin your line of thought, by interjecting a jackass in them. Let’s just concentrate on Makoto. And, well, you know; your persistent dillema’s. Speaking about Makoto.

By the time you looked up from your lap, you catched him ...looking at you.

...And to your surprise, he didn’t look away. Inwardly, you furrowed your brows.

’Was I so absorbed in my thoughts, that I didn’t even realize, that he was looking at me? Huh. Strange...’

You usually sensed it somehow, when he looked at you...

...but now you were wondering, if this ability of yours was also efficient, when you were deep in thought. This made you slightly curious. You were a daydreamer, after all, meaning that you opted to be in your own wonderland, then to live in the harsh reality. In your inattentive state, you usually wore a hollow expression; eyelids slightly lowered, looking in to the far distance, your lips partly opened, your head resting on your arm, occasionally. Of course, it didn’t take too long for your environment to notice this, and you were often scolded by your family and friends, - even teachers – because of your absent – minded nature.

Does that mean, that Makoto was perhaps always wathcing you, if not often...? And you just didn’t notice it..? But, why though? Does he do this with others too? If only you could remember what he was like back in high school...

’Damn, I really should be more aware of others.’

However, the silence combined with his gaze on you, were starting to become a bit uncomfortable. He seemed to notice your restlessness, so he took it upon himself, to start a new conversation. Quietly clearing his throat, he asked the next thing that came to his mind.  

”What about your parents? Can’t you go back to their house and live there til you find another place to live...?" It may go without saying, but he was a bit hesitant to ask this. Since your encounter, you didn’t mention your parents or the relationship you had with them. One can never know if something happened between them and you, and it wasn’t uncommon between parents and their child to be cross with each other. This is something he never really understood, given how dearly he loved his family.

A sigh of frustration left your lips. ”Believe me, I thought about that. But...” You looked down at your lap. How does one explain that you’re simply too proud to go back to them? Getting an own apartment was part of your plan to prove that you were a responsible adult, that your were able to stand on your own two feet.

”...I’m afraid they would lose respect for me.” You admitted, blushing a bit. This awkward topic kinda made you uneasy and you had to chew your lips, in order to think of something else than this solution. Or rather, thinking about some other dénoument, because moving back to your parents was not an option! You already cringed just imagining all the judging looks you would get. You doubted that explaining your situation would get you some empathy, either.

Completely absorbed in your own thoughts, again, you continued to assault your under lip with your teeth, oblivious to the look Makoto was currently giving you.

Oh damn. Please don’t do that. Not here, not now.

Taking in a deep breath, he tried to calm himself and it took every ounce of willpower to just stop staring at your lips. This wasn’t fair! But he couldn’t look away. Why did you have to tease him like this? He was supposed to be concentrating, to help you think of something, to come up with a brilliant idea. But how was he supposed to do that, when you were chewing your lips like that...? Your full, delicious lips...!

He shut his eyes and lowered his head. Furrowing his brows, he desperately tried to erase this enticing picture of you (for now, of course) and instead tried to think of a solution.

Well...he already had one. Since the moment you told him about your  difficulties with your apartment, to be honest. All this time he wasn’t really thinking about an idea, but rather tried to get his courage together to tell you his plan. Only... he was afraid of your reaction. It was kind of a bold suggestion, to say the least. Maybe too forward. And he didn’t know how much you trusted him... What if you started thinking of him as a pervert or something the like? Your opinion of himself was crucial, after all. He didn’t want to risk this.

...But on the other hand, you would get a place to live and  you wouldn’t have to break your head over this anymore. He wouldn’t have to see you live every second of your current life full of anxiety and worry. No wonder you looked so pale and fatigued. If this continues, you would get seriously sick, and he was having none of that.

Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to suggest, right? It’s not like he was ordering you to follow his proposition.

...And hopefully, you wouldn’t get his idea the wrong way.

Deciding, that perhaps his idea wasn’t that creepy as he thought it to be, Makoto opened his eyes and was already about to open his mouth, when a sudden sound prevented him.

Your stomach, loudly growling.

...

For a good moment nobody said anything; both of you staring at each other with wide eyes. After blinking twice, you quickly hugged your stomach with both arms.

’Shoot! I didn’t eat anything since yesterday!!’ Oh, Hell. This was embarrassing. All this series of events made you forget about your stomach. Blushing and sheepishly apologizing, you proceeded to stand up and make your way to the kitchen counter, Makoto all the while reassuring you that it was all right, but not before silently snickering to himself.

You’re so adorable

You took out the Ramen from your bag, and were about to put it in your microwave, when you all of a sudden realized something. Something, that made you a bit ashamed. Hesitating, you traced the edges of the cup with your index finger.

”Makoto...I don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t have anything else to eat. I’m so sorry, I can’t offer you anything. I hope you don’t mind.” You uttered quietly, warily looking back at him.

A pause.

”You...don’t have anything else to eat?” He echoed your sentence astounded.

”Well, no...I don’t.”

He looked at you, brows drawn together in worry. This is worse then he thought it to be. You have hardly anything to eat, you have no heating, your stressed. At this rate, you’ll definitely get sick.

Or worse.

The sound of his chair scraping against your floor made you jump a little. Makoto stood up and with a few steps, promptly got to his jacket, the zipper on it loudly rattling from his movements, as he took it on. You were suddenly paralyzed with fear, as you watched him.

”W – wait! Where are you leaving?!” You asked, agitation evident in your voice. What is he doing? Did he had enough of you? Did he realize, that you were too bothersome?

Is he going to leave me?

He abruptly stopped and looked at you, eyes wide with compassion. Hearing your voice like this – calling for him like a lost kitten – made his heart churn a little. The look on your face didn’t help either. Standing there, in your sickly form, eyes wide and

...were you trembling?

He quickly got back to the counter, where you were still standing, and rested both of his hands on your shoulders, in a reassuring manner.

”(Name). Don’t worry. I won’t leave you too long. I’m just going to buy you something proper to eat. If you keep eating that,” he pointed with his head to the still unopened Ramen standing on your counter, ” you’ll get seriously sick.” He quietly murmured, fixing his paternal gaze back on your face.

Looking at him with a somewhat hollow expression, your mouth slightly opened. You had the urge to cry. Someone was taking care of you, when you couldn’t do it yourself. When was the last time someone did something nice to you? Probably, when you were with your friends and family...? Who were all far away from you...And at the time when you were with Mrs. Tanaka. Who passed away...

But you wanted desperately to prove, that you could take care of yourself, that despite what happened, you could still stand up. That’s why you rarely accepted help, since you moved out from Mrs. Tanaka’s apartment, falsely thinking that getting help equals weakness and dependance. Like someone decided to lend you a hand, when you stumbled and fell in the middle of a marathon. But, alas, you were unlucky; getting an apartment which was unnecessarily big for one person, (not to mention shitty), and you didn’t find anything better. Apparently, people didn’t really move in the colder seasons. Who’d have thought that? Well, look where your pride got you.  

Still.

As mentioned before, you didn’t want to bother your family and friends, either, since they had their own problems to cope with, anyway. ...But given your current state, you had to swallow your bruised ego and accept the fact, that you needed help. So either that, or you’ll end up on the streets. Yuck.  

Well, no wonder you felt so helpless, when nobody was there for you. Even though, it was partly your fault...

And then he came along

Feeling touched, you only managed to take in a gulp of air, and nod your head shakily.

”Though, are you sure it’s all right? I swear, I’ll pay it back someday - ”

”It’s all right, (Name). I don’t mind the least.”

”Well, then...Just wait here, okay? I’ll be right back for my coat and - ”

But try as you might, you couldn’t move away from him. His hands on your shoulders, which were tightened to hold you in place, didn’t let you move. Raising a brow, you looked at him questionably, to which he only gave you another one of his smiles.

”It’s best if you stay here. You didn’t sleep the whole night, and you’re about to pass out. As I said, don’t worry. I’ll be right back to cook you something. You, in the meantime, should rest. Better yet; sleep.”

Your lips parted, in an attempt to protest, but then they quickly closed. He was right. Your body was too weak. Though, a nagging feeling in your heart scolded you, saying that it would be so rude, to let him go alone, but your rational side was quicker to decide.

”Thank you so much, Mako.” You whispered, tears already glazing over your eyes; not noticing, that you called him by his nickname. Again. Makoto didn’t mind, if anything. A radiant smile adorned his face at your affectionate calling.

After all, giving him a nickname was an indication, that you already felt comfortable with him.

You fished out your keys from your bag, and handed it to him. He squeezed your shoulders in a reassuring way, and after giving you one last, dazzling smile, went to your door  and left your apartment; your door shutting with a soft ’click’.

For a while you stood there at your counter, thinking about how this really was happening, how this really wasn’t a dream. Resting your bum against the counter, you looked down at your feet, and held your head with both arms, as if to shield your face.

...Because the realization only dawned upon you now, how close he really was to you just a few seconds ago. While it made you extremely uneasy, if Katsuo decided to lean in your face, you didn’t even notice Makoto doing the same thing earlier.

This made your cheeks redden in embarrassment.

Well. At least you weren’t cold anymore.

xxx

Half an hour later, Makoto finished buying everything he deemed to be good for you. A bit uncertain, he took the items in the shopping cart, sincerely hoping that he didn’t pick something you didn’t like. Estimating, that these would last for a week and half, he proceeded to walk to the cashier.

The sky was turning a grayish – white color, the clouds enfolding its blue hue. The wind picked up in strength, and the temperature slowly started to decrease.

A visible change since the crack of dawn, when the sun shined ever so radiant. People were scattering around, the cold air ushering them to pick up their pace, Makoto joining them after he left the shop.

A shiver went trough his body, making him pull his scarf a bit higher and tighter around his neck. His warm breath made itself visible in the chilly air, and although he was wearing winter gloves, he put one of his hands in the pocket of his coat, holding the bag with the other; switching the position of his hands now and then, whenever he felt the numbness overtake one of them.

It somehow felt  like winter was sending its greetings from somewhere far away east, to remind people of it’s soon arrival. And while he had nothing against the cold, and winter in general, all he could think about how this was not only a greeting, but a warning too.

A warning, that it’s probably going to be really cold and frigid, meaning that you would freeze to death in your heating less  apartment. And by the feel of it, winter isn’t that far away.

A sigh of apprehension escaped his lips.

He already failed two times before to tell you about his plan, and the courage he used to collect, in order to actually utter them to you, seemed to dissipate in no time. Sparing one more glance at the sky, he decided that he’ll tell you today.

...


Somehow.

xxx

He tried to be as quiet as he could be, while entering your front door; afraid that you might be sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake you up.

Upon entering your kitchen, he didn’t see any sign of you, the Ramen still standing on the kitchen counter, completely untouched. He took the plastic bag, and placed it rather gently on your counter, while attentively listening, if he could maybe hear where you were.

But after a while of not hearing or seeing any sign of you, he decided to look for you, hoping that you wouldn’t mind or get angry at him, for walking around your apartment. After all, he didn’t mean to snoop around, he was just curios (and a bit worried) where you might be.

The atmosphere in your apartment was starting to get a bit eery, the weather outside not helping at all to ease this feeling. Not to mention, it was quite cold and your place still looked really crammed and messy. The fact it was also a bit dark, (there has to be some other lamps here, beside the kitchen one, right?) made it also seem like this place was abandoned.

At this observation, he became more watchfull, the scenery strangely reminding him of that of a horror movie’s one.

His steps quietly echoed throughout your apartment, his hawk like gaze searching in every corner.

...But it didn’t take him too long to find you.

His heart missed its usual, rhythmic pace, as his eyes landed on your peacefully sleeping form, wrapped in blankets from head to toe. He found you in your bedroom, his hand still resting on the knob, as he watched you behind the half – opened door.

Your lips were slightly parted, eyes were closed shut, and a few locks of your hair decided to rebel, by escaping their usual form and instead framed your face. He could even hear your soft snoring from where he was standing.

Slowly resting his head against the frame of your door, his gaze never leaved your figure. A small smile appeared on his lips, as he observed the rise and fall of your chest.

You looked so fragile. So delicate.  Lovely.

Like a little bird, who’s wings have been damaged, and was now finally able to rest from all the hardship she had to endure. He never saw you sleeping, so he took the time to memorize this idyllic scenery of you. For a moment, he wondered what it would like to be waking up to this every morning, but quickly shook his head, once he comprehended what his brain just whispered to him.

And as much as he loved to just get closer to you, to take a better look, to lie down beside you and hug your form to his...

... he instead opted to slowly walk back to the kitchen, leaving the door ajar, as it was. He wanted to start cooking as soon as possible, so you could eat something healthy.

...

...Though, he couldn’t stop smiling as he was preparing lunch.

xxx

The scent of something delicious caressed your nose, making you wake up from your short slumber.

While you tried to open your eyes to see what it was, you briefly wondered if you were home. Only your family could make something that smelled so good. Looks like your parents came home...?

Or was it Mrs. Tanaka? Maybe she had some spare time to cook, before she went to tend to her little garden on the balcony. It would be the right time to tell her, that winter is on the corner, and that her plants will freeze if she doesn’t take them back indoor. You wondered if she perhaps needs help with something. Better go and see...

...she always had problems carrying heavy things, since she had problems with her ba –

...

...

But you weren’t home nor at Mrs. Tanaka’s apartment.

You only realized this after you fully opened your eyes, and recognized the furnitures in your small room. There were the distinctive cracks on the wall your were currently facing, the window beside your bed creaking as the wind hurriedly passed it, and of course, a few unopened boxes were still lying on the ground, some completely disorganized, some unopened.

You surely would have shed a few tears, if you remembered that your family was far away in Iwatobi, and that Mrs. Tanaka wasn’t alive, if it wasn’t for the sudden realization, that someone was in your kitchen. Slowly propping yourself up from your bed, you owlishly glanced at your half opened door.

The sounds of tableware clinking againts each other could be heard from your kitchen, the distance making them sound a bit muffled.

Oh. That’s right.

You carefully stood up, and after making sure that you wouldn’t fall, made your way out of your room and in to the kitchen. Openig your door with a little creak, you momentarily shut your eyes, the sudden light assaulting them. With slow, careful steps you managed to reach your kitchen’s door frame and after your eyes got used to the brightness, you opened them fully.

At your counter was Makoto, his back facing you, and was currently vey busy with something you couldn’t see, but figured was food. The whole place smelled heavenly, and you could swear it was much more warmer now. In fact, your whole kitchen seemed to transform in to some welcoming place, and you briefly wondered if you two were really in your apartment...or were you dreaming again? This picture of him, standing there cooking, wasn’t absurd, either. If anything, it looked...natural. It even felt natural. Like it already was a habit for him, to cook for you, while you slept.  
 
...!

’Just what am I thinking?!’

Embarrassed with yourself, you looked down, and took a few steps backwards, trying to soundlessly make your way back to your room. With little success.

Halfway there, you accidentally hit your foot against a chair, a sudden hiss escaping your lips. At this sound, Makoto abruptly turned around, a surprised expression on his face.

” (Name) – chan? Oh, you’re awake...,” he said, more like stated it to himself. Sheepishly smiling, you turned around in order to face him, and brought your hand behind your ear, fidgeting with a few locks of your hair.

”Y – yeah. I just woke up... and heard movements from the kitchen...so, I came to see and...,” Your slight stuttering was more like mumbled, and you realized that you were wording your thoughts a bit incoherently. Blame it on the sleepyness.

” A – anyway. What are you cooking?” You asked, your neck craining a bit as to see what he was busying himself with. He chuckled and slightly moved over, so you could see for yourself, but not before adding:

”Noodle soup, Omurice and Mirukurepu.”

Your mouth was watering just from hearing him listing these dishes, but it practically transformed in to a waterfall when you saw that he was actually preparing them on your counter. You had the urge to pinch yourself, not remembering the last time you ate these.

”These are all my favorite...! How did you know?” You asked, still not believing that you’d get to eat something other than Ramen.

”You told me back in highschool, remember?” he asked, happy that he could make you revive a bit from your depressed state.

You only looked at him, mouth slightly open. ”I did...?” It was like ages, and he remembered what you told him back then? Woah... You begun to wonder what else he remembered, if he knew little details like this about you. Or did he maybe remember things like this about other people as well...?

”Yes, you did,” he answered, while turning back to the half – finished meal. ”We were on the roof eating lunch, when Nagisa started asking us what we enjoyed eating the most. I remembered how you told us that you really like noodle soup, because it always warms you up. How you enjoy eating Omurice, and you could eat yourself sick from it. How much you love Mirukurepu, because you have a very sweet tooth...”

His voice drifted off, and you didn’t see, but he was softly smiling to himself at this memory. He remembered how it was a very nice spring day. How you wore your hair free, and how the wind eagerly played with it. How you were in a good mood, for getting a really high score on your biology test, so you were always smiling, your eyes were constantly shining...

The sound of the refrigerator opening startled him out of his train of thoughts.

Turning his head to the side, he saw how you were currently leaning in your refrigerator, eyes and mouth wide.

”Holy Goodness, Makoto! You bought so much food!” you said, marveling the content of your cooler. It was packed with milk, joghurt, cheese, butter, some vegetables... and was that rice pudding?! It was awhile since you last ate rice pudding! You never saw your fridge this full! Oh, and the smell...! Your fridge never smelt this good! The urge to just stuck your head in there forever was becoming stronger and stronger, but your logical side managed to suppress it. Meanwhile, Makoto had to chuckle at your actions. He was glad, that the old you was slowly showing itself underneath all that layer of anxiety.

Closing the door of your fridge, you straightened yourself up and looked at him, sincere gratitude reflecting in your eyes.

”I...don’t know how to thank you! Words can not describe how thankful I am. If only I knew how to repay this all...” You said, lightly blushing and looking down at your feet.

Makoto looked at you, the gentle smile never faltering from his face.

”I don’t mind, really. This is the least I can do for you. After all...what are friends for? ” He asked, his eyes intently locked on yours.

...You were pretty sure that it was only because it was a bit dark, that you believed to see a courious emotion pass behind his eyes....something reassuring? As if he knew something you didn’t...

He tore his gaze away from you, and continued to stir up some egg yolk, the enigmatic smile not faltering from his handsome visage. You, all the while, were still standing before your fridge, and tried to read his expression.

’Huh? What’s with that smile?’

It wasn’t scarry, or intimidating – you doubted Makoto could even smile like that – but somehow, it was different from his usual smiles. This wasn’t the first time he shot you those, either. They usually accompanied his intense gazes, like they did last week, and in high school...

Hmm.

You couldn’t shake off the feeling, that they held a deeper meaning.

... Or did he smile like that at others, too? Is this a normal behavior of him...? Damn, now you really wished that you payed more attention to him while you had time. Maybe next time try observing his eyes, instead of looking away flustered. They were practically open books! Surely you could read something out of them...

However, you realized all too late, that he noticed you staring at him and all of a sudden turned his head towards you, his face holding mild surprise. This startled you, not anticipating him to look at you, while you were deep in thought.

”Is something the matter, (Name) – chan?”

’Damn it, I should have looked down at the floor or somewhere else but not him! I forgot to look away!’

Quickly pulling yourself together, you managed to come up with something to save your skin.

”I ah...! I was just thinking that it’s not fair to let you cook everything on your own, since you already went out to buy everything. ...Let me help you?” You half asked – half stated, your voice wavering a bit from uncertainty.

’Gosh, now he must think I’m bonkers.’ You thought begrudgingly.

But to your surprise, he just smiled at you and stepped one step away in the opposite direction from you, as if to give you place at the counter.

Blinking twice, you stepped right beside him, while trying to hide your reddening cheeks with your hair.

However, his soft chuckle made you look up at his face in shock.

”W – what? What is it?” You asked confused.

He just shook his head, still grinning and said nothing, turning back to his cooking. You continued looking at him with a baffled expression, just to look back to the counter, softly huffing.

Little did you know, that he saw your blush.

Sometimes you’re just too adorable.

xxx

Your small kitchen was filled with heartful laughter and giggles, making it look quite lively.

The atmosphere was anything but tense. You two were having a grand time cooking and talking, and just all in all having fun. Oh, it felt just like you were home at your family or at Mrs. Tanaka’s place. Incredible, how he could make you feel so much better.  Your stomach and face already started hurting from all the laughter, your cheeks were still colored rosy and your eyes were twinkling.

And Makoto could have hugged you and kissed you then and there, for seeing you like this.

Yes! This is the (Name) he knew. You weren’t lost, you were still yourself. All the hardships didn’t succeed in taking away your personality; they didn’t crush you. And he was more than happy to know, that it was him who could cheer you up like this.

There were times, when he shortly closed his eyes, when you weren’t looking, and enjoyed your laughter, reliving the times when you two were younger. Like sweet bells, your giggles echoed in his ears.

He only realized it now, how much he missed your laughter.

Lunch was just about ready, and you two were currently setting the table, albeit you had to sometimes watch your hands, so as they wouldn’t drop anything, because they were shaking so hard from your chuckling.

”  -  And remember how in 3rd grade, Hideki fell asleep in class and you drew a little heart on his cheek, when the teacher wasn’t looking?” Makoto asked, grinning widely at the memory. You, on the other hand, errupted in to yet another laugh attack, briefly grabbing on to your stomach to ease the pain.

”Hahaha, yes! Of course! How could I forget that?”

”Poor boy didn’t know what hit him when he woke up,” he said still smiling, while laying the plates on the table.

”Poor boy?! He had it coming!” You returned, jokingly huffing. ”He was teasing me the whole week!”

”He was?” Makoto asked a bit surprised, looking you in the eyes. ”Yeah, pff. I got a lower grade then he on our chemistry test, and he tought it would be funny to rub it in my face, since he never got a higher grade then me. He was practically acting like he won some kind of competition against me.” You finished with a little smile, while helping Makoto serving the food. He didn’t reply nor look at you, just continued laying down the silwervare beside the plates.

Your kitchen fell silent again; only the sounds of yours and his movements could be heard. The weather outside remained windy and cold and the clouds were still suspiciously grey. You promptly got to your stove, to get the saucepan filled with noodle soup, but you didn’t even arrive at your table when you noticed something odd.

How Makoto grew quiet.

He seemed to be in deep thought, sitting down at your table and looking down on its surface.

Strange.

He was just grinning and laughing a few seconds ago with you. Did he remember something? Or did you say something wrong? Is he not feeling well? Argh, he is full of secrets...

Deciding to ask him about this, you slowly got to your table, saucepan in your hand and then abruptly stopped, looking at him worriedly.

”Makoto...? ”

At first he didn’t look up, only locked his eyes on yours; his expression was strangely serious. ...And a bit weary?

You slightly cocked an eyebrow at him, not understanding his sudden change in behavior, to which he slowly straightened his head, eyes never leaving yours. The noodle soup in your hands was still warm, but you were currently too focused on Makoto, so that you forgot to put it on the table.

Meanwhile, his heart was beating erratically, despite his calm facade, and after a while took a shaky breath, hoping that his voice wont fail him now, of all times. After mulling over how he should forms his question, he parted his lips.

”(Name) – chan... I was thinking, that ...if everything fails you in order to somehow get rid of your problems with your apartment...”  

He paused and gulped, while you slowly put the saucepan on your table, your gaze intently locked on his, and carefully listening as to what he had in mind. His voice was quiet and uncertain, almost mumbly, so you made sure that you heard everything. But just in case you would hear something that would shatter you, again, you steadily sat down, facing him from across the table.

He sighed, before continuing.

It’s now or never

”... Maybe you could...move in with me?”

...

...

The little trail of steam leisurely made its way upwards from your still closed saucepan, the interaction between you two not blocking its path at all. Other than that, nothing really moved after he managed to utter those words to you.

Literally.

You two didn’t even dare to breath, only succeeding in looking at each other; him, sporting an expression that was a mix of nervousness and earnest, and you, wearing a dumbfounded one.

If only you knew how much courage it took him to suggest this. Even now he was really afraid what you would answer. His heart sank at the thought of you rejecting his idea, and maybe start thinking of him as a pervert. Oh, hell. What if you will start shouting at him, or worse; laughing at him for such a stupid idea? Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut!

You, only sitting there and not reacting, didn’t help him either. You were still staring at him, as if he told you something unbelievable.

Wait. Was this proposition that unimaginable...?

Just as he was about to regret this choice, your quiet voice interrupted him.

”...Moving in with you?” you echoed breathlessly, lowering your hollow gaze on your table.

It’s not that the idea abhorred you or something. It’s just that it was kinda...unexpected. From your part, at least. Sudden and...huh. This is something you had to think through. Like, really think through. Not that you had anything against Makoto, oh no. In fact... it sounded like a very great idea, and you could imagine that living with Makoto would be anything but unpleasant...

But.

You felt a bit uncomfortable. Wouldn’t you bother him...? Well, ...you guessed he wouldn’t suggested it, if you did, right? But, does he really mean this? You sure hoped he didn’t say this only because he pitied you or thought this to be the good thi –

Wait.

You’re doing this again! There’s no way the Makoto would  propose this idea and not mean it. You should seriously start trusting him a bit more. I mean, when did he ever let you down? ...or anyone, for that matter? And to be honest, this idea was the most realistic and best one yet. You could just move in with him, til you find a better place to live. You’re not a bad roommate, anyway. You were responsible and managed to keep your place relatively clean.

Your eyes briefly swept through your kitchen.

...

...Your current apartment doesn’t count,of course, because it’s crap. And even this crappy apartment, one could give you some credit for keeping it in tact, despite it being...well, crap.

You looked back at an anxious Makoto, and tried to say something that would somehow reassure him, that you weren’t creeped out by his idea. Because the poor boy looked like he was on the edge of having a panic attack; fidgeting with his fingers, looking nervous and tapping his foot.

Clearing your throat, you looked him in the eyes.

”Makoto... I’m really touched and I appreciate your offer...but - ”

Ah, yes. There it was again. Your pride.

”...I think, I’m going to try to solve this all firstly, by gathering enough money or searching for another roommate.”

He frowned a bit, completely misunderstanding your answer as a kindly put rejection, and was about to apologize, when you interrupted him, knowing all too well what he was going to say next.

”No, don’t apologize. I’m immensely thankful for everything you already did for me. But I don’t want to come off as someone who doesn’t know how to stand on their own two feet. Let me at least try...”

You looked down at your empty plate.

”...I can do this. I have to do this.” You murmured melancholically.

Makoto only looked at you, a worried expression on his face.

”You do not come off as someone who is unresponsible, (Name) – chan. Please don’t think that just because I want to help you, you’re automatically deemed as incapable of living. Things like these happen to everyone; It’s how life works. I’m just merely trying to help you. You can’t live your whole life rejecting help, thinking that you’re going to manage coping with your problems alone. There were countless examples of individuals who acted like you, and they all ended up either going mad or commiting - ”

His voice died down, not finishing his sentence, but he didn’t need to finish it, because you know what he meant.

Sheepishly, you lifted your head a bit, but not straightening your upper body fully, and looked at him from under your eyelashes.

”Won’t I bother you if I move in with you...?” you asked with a meek voice.

Makoto had to blink twice to comprehend what you just asked, only to start softly chuckling. So cute...

”What are you talking about, (Name) – chan? You were never a nuisance to me...,” he said softly, while longingly gazing at you, the slight trace of a smile visible on his mouth.

Meanwhile, you were trying to even out your breathing, eyes widening a bit.

’He seriously doesn’t notice himself.’ You thought confused, wondering how many people misunderstood his actions as something romantic. Still, his gazes were slowly getting to you, and you had to blush.

”Are you sure?”

He grinned at you, and firmly nodded.

”My house is actually really empty and quiet. I have two guest rooms, so I figured we could transform one of them in to your own. And anyway...”

He looked down at his plate, his eyes suddenly reflecting something sad.

”...I wouldn’t mind some company, either,” he whispered sorrowful, a sad smile gracing his lips.

Oh...

You felt your heart churn, brows furrowed in worry and sympathy. You remembered again, how he told you about his friends and family one week ago, when you two first rejoined, suddenly realizing something.

The weather seemed to match both of your current moods; the wind still stiffly blowing, rattling the glass in your windows, the sky turning a darker shade of grey.

You would have loved to rest your hand on his, figuring that it would make him feel better or even just stand up and hug him, but instead you just dared to break the silence with your words.


”You’re lonely...”

...

This sentence was unequivocally stated, not asked, in a somewhat quite whisper that hanged over both of your heads. It seemed that he nodded at your statement, but you weren’t really sure, since it was quite an uncertain move of his head. But regardless of that...you knew that this silence equaled consent.

A sad little sigh escaped your lips.

”Let me think about it, okay?”

He looked at you, smiling gently and nodded – more firmly than the last time; you, mirroring his action. A few seconds passed with only you two gazing at each other, before you broke the moment by glancing down at the saucepan.

”Oh, we should probably start eating before the food goes cold,” you said with a little giggle, already reaching for the soup – ladle.

He also chuckled quietly, before adding:

”Yeah... you’re right.”

xxx

Lunch lasted approximately one hour, given how you two were not just eating but also talking from time to time.

The food you two prepared not only smelled heavenly, but it also tasted like that. Your eyes were practically shining as you devoured everything on your plate, occasionally giving little ’hmm’ noises as you shoved the spoon in your mouth, indicating how much you enjoyed your dish; all the while Makoto quietly snickering at your adorable antics. You couldn’t stop praising him and thanking him at the same time, to which he only reassured you that you were welcome.

Oh, if only you know how very

However, it seemed that eating all this at once after a long while of not eating anything else but instant soup, your stomach begun to, for lack of a better word, warn you.

In other words: you were full.

Leaning back in your chair, a content little sigh escaped your lips and you closed your eyes, while rubbing your tummy.

”Oh, this was so delicious! I almost forgot what it feels like to eat a lot, heh,” you finished with a little giggle.

Parallel to you, Makoto was also finished, however he seemed fine, his stomach handling the dish way better than yours. He stood up and begun to clean the table, taking the table wares and empty plates to your sink.

You would have stood up too, to help him, but you were too full to even blink. And you kinda figured, that he wouldn’t take it to heart.

And he didn’t.

Whenever he passed your table, he observed you from head to toe using this opportunity, given how your eyes were currently shut. You were softly smiling, your face was relaxed and the expression you wore clearly gave away how satisfied you were. It warmed his heart.


After taking everything to the sink, he thought that it wouldn’t hurt, if he did the washing up. It certainly wouldn’t anger you, he figured. You were so comfortably sitting there... he was sure you wouldn’t mind. So, he took the sponge and got to work, hoping that it would take his mind of off a certain someone for now, but not before casting one more glance at your form...

Let me think about it, okay?

He sighed, feeling a bit frustrated.

He was worried about you, and also a bit sad that you declined his offer. It somehow brought him little solace, that your decision was for now, and not for all eternity.

...Then again, that would’ve been too nice to be true; you living with him. He could’ve seen you everyday, talk to you everyday...Just all in all, could’ve made sure that you were all right. But you were too proud, and he had to smile a smile of bitterness. Your pride is going to be your demise one day.

But alas, he certainly couldn’t force you to live with him. And on the other hand... you weren’t repulsed by his idea and you didn’t think of him badly. You even thanked him! That counts as good, so...

He groaned a bit, and shook his head, opting to just finish washing up the dishes.

Briefly looking out the window, he noted how it begun to be darker and darker.

Then, he glanced one more time at you...

...

Was he acting selfish now?

xxx


15 minutes later, he finished cleaning up everything.

Taking a kitchen cloth in his hands he proceeded to wipe his wet hands, absentmindedly looking out the window, only to see that nothing really changed. The weather was still as windy and cold as ever, the winter air not holding itself back at all.  

Though, the weather wasn’t the only thing that didn’t change.

Turning around, he laid his eyes on your figure, only to notice how you didn’t change your position on your chair for a while and your breathing seemed to get deeper; your chest peacefully rising up and down. Come to think of it...it was quite silent. He didn’t hear anything from you, while he was busy with washin up. Maybe the water sloshing around in your sink prevented his ears to hear anything.  

Suddenly putting two and two together, he couldn’t help himself but smile, not even bothering to fight down the blush that accompanied aforementioned smile. Your cuteness didn’t know any boundaries, did it? He quietly chuckled, admiring you. But even though you looked lovely like this...

...he couldn’t let you sleep on your chair, right? What if you fell down and hurt yourself? It would also become quite uncomfortable in the long run, not to mention that i’ts not really good for your spine and back. Well, there’s that.

But he didn’t want to wake you up, either. You seemed to have a really nice nap, one you didn’t have for a long time. Standing at the counter, he rested one of his hands on his hip, and started to ponder as to what he should do, while gazing at your slumbering form.

...

And that’s when it hit him.

He could maybe......take you in his arms and carry you to your bed...

At this he became more flustered, lifting his hand to rest it on the back of his neck, while letting out a quiet, deep breath.  

That...seemed to be the only logical solution, if he didn’t want to wake you up. Well, yes. ...But there’s the possibility that you would wake up, and than he would have a really, really hard time explaining why he was carrying you in his arms, and most importantly: where.
 
His blush only darkened when he imagined how it would feel like holding you in his arms. It would feel really good, he was sure of that, thinking back how it felt to hold you, when he was walking you home one week ago. How your hip and shoulder was pressed against his...And how at one time, you rested your head against his shoulder...

Unbeknownst to him, thinking about this succeeded to gather his courage and motivate him to carry out his plan, wanting to experience that proximity again.

He stepped closer to you and observed you, making absolutely sure, that you were indeed sleeping.

After sighing in nervousness and anticipation, he carefully, very carefully slipped his left hand under your head, and his right hand under your knee pit, his eyes never leaving your face, and watching for any sign that gave away if you were starting to wake up. But after he saw that you didn’t even twitch from his touch, he sighed a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes, gathering the nerve to actually lift up your body.

He began saying a quick prayer and then ...slowly started to lift you up...very carefully...

...making sure your legs didn’t hit the table...and that your head was securely laid on his muscular arm...and that the chair didn’t make any sound...and that his heart wouldn’t jump out of his chest...

...

Just a little bit more...!

...

...aaaaaaand he did it.

Sighing once more from pure relief, he thanked whatever the dink is out there for not failing his luck. He made sure not to move too hastily, so the movements wouldn’t wake you up. ...But he didn’t actually make his way to your room just yet, despite his better judgement.

He took the risiko and just observed you from up close, enjoying the sight of you in his arms. He was kinda surprised how light you weighed, not taking him any effort to just hold you like this. You looked so beautiful and vulnerable like this. And you were so close...he could faintly feel your cool breath on his neck, making him shiver a bit. Your soft sighs resonated in his ears, and for the second time this day, his gaze got stuck on your slightly parted lips....your elegant, petal shaped lips...your full and soft lips...

....If he just stooped down his head a bit he could actually –

...!!

.....!!

Wait a second!

No.

What is he doing?! You would wake up, and than he would die of humiliation! What was he thinking? You could’ve opened your eyes and ...! Speaking about humiliation. Why isn’t he taking you to your bedroom already? If you catch him like this...!  Oh Hell!

Panicking a little, he tried to clear his head with a little shake, and proceeded to walk to your bedroom, at the same time watching that his hands and arms didn’t shake too much from his walking. Pushing against your door with his shoulder, he managed to enter your bedroom.

Carefully walking to your bed, he briefly wondered how he should lay your figure down on your bed.

He took a few seconds mulling this over, biting the inside of his cheek, but then decided to just get over with it. ...Carefully, get over with it.

His arms shook a bit, as they cautiously lowered your slumbering form on your bed, still panicking about the possibility of you waking up at any moment.

...

...

...Then, he carefully took his hands away, but still being ever so observant of your face. After seeing that you were still pretty much passed out, he sighed for the hundredth time this day, and straightened himself up, already on his way to leave your room.

And he would’ve successfully carried through this action...

...

...if it weren’t for the fact that he heard you shiver.

Turning around, he saw how you were slowly curling up like a cat, trembling all the while; teeth chattering, your muscles trying to contract and relax, in hopes of producing some kind of warmth.

Huh. No wonder.

Looking around your room, he saw how dark and small it was; the windows didn’t seemed to be properly shut, given how they rattled every time when the wind was blowing. It probably didn’t help at all, that the cracks on your wall were  letting through the icy air from outside. What made him more worried was the fact, that he didn’t really see any blankets lying around...

So then, with what should he cover you up...? He couldn’t leave you like this. You would surely get sick...

...

Well...

How about...he lies down next to you...and wraps you in his arms...?

...And with that, he’s blush pretty much came back. Shaking his head, he quickly tried to perish this idea. There’s no way he would do that and you wouldn’t wake up. You surely weren’t sleeping that deeply...

He looked back at you.

...or were you?

He bit his lips, while thinking about what he should do next. As tempting as it sounded to lay down next to you, it was too risky. Would you believe him, if you – on the off chance – would suddenly wake up and find him next to you...?

But there weren’t any other choices...There weren’t any blankets around here, and he was afraid of snooping around, searching for them. Searching for blankets would mean opening wardrobes and drawers, which pretty much equals making a lot of noise. There were also some boxes laying around, their contents completely unknown to him. They might have blankets or something warm to tuck you in.

But...there was also the possibility that he might find something completely different...something that would embarrass him, or just something you wouldn’t want anyone to know.

And besides...if you did have any other blankets in your apartment, wouldn’t that mean that you already took them out, especially given how you didn’t have any heating? He was pretty sure that there were already icicles forming on your ceiling. It looks like the blankets on your bed were the only ones you had...

A deep breath escaped his mouth.

So, it’s either him playing blanket or you freezing to death. He would love to, honest to God, he would love to lay there behind your form and warming you up with his body heat...but only with your consent. He was afraid, that what he was about to do could be considered ’taking use of the opportunity’ while you were out. He trembled in disgust.

...Then again.

He didn’t plan on kissing you or doing something the like (not yet, that is, and certainly not without your agreement). But if he’d just leave you here...

Lingering a few seconds in the middle of you room, he observed your shivering form for what seemed to be hours, before slowly going around your bed. You were still sleeping, your breathing was deep...


Well, if it means keeping you warm...then he would do it. He already felt his hands shake just from thinking about it.

He was going to lay down, next to you.

...maybe he could really do it.

Sighing once more, he firstly sat down on your bed, very, very slowly, still praying that you won’t suddenly turn around.  But you gave no reaction.

Then, he took his arm and carefully lowered his body beside yours. ...Still no reaction from you.

Good. So far so good.

But now comes maybe the hardest part: wrapping his arm around you.

He was happy, and nervous and afraid at the same time, his hand shaking from anticipation. He was really doing this. Holding back his breath, he carefully rested his hand on your waist...

...

...

...and then slowly let it slide to your stomach, his fingers brushing against your curves...

Whew

He did it. Unbelievable, but he did it. He already felt a grin blossoming on his face from successfully carrying out this mission. Come to think of it... he was fantasizing about this when he saw you sleeping this morning. ...And now he is actually here, enveloping your form...

This euphoria was, however, short lived.

His heart stopped beating when he felt how your body started stirring, a few whimpers escaping your lips. His eyes widened and he felt his body going tense from fear.

Uh – oh! Where you going to wake up?!

His first instinct would have been to recoil from your form, but he suddenly forgot to even breath, not to mention move. Not knowing what to do, he quickly shut his eyes and buried his face in your soft hair. He didn’t think he could take to see your confused and shocked expression after you discovered him beside you. If you didn’t think of him as some sort of creep this afternoon at lunch, then you would surely think that now, seeing him like this, his arm on your stomach.

But just as he was about to regret sharing his warmth with you ...you stopped stirring.

Not just that.

He took his face away from your locks and opened his eyes, not really believing what he saw, and most importantly; felt.  Not only did you stop stirring, but he only realized it now, that you actually snuggled up to him, your back firmly pressing against his stomach, even breathing out a hum of satisfaction. Your shivering also stopped, and the satisfied expression came back to your face.

He blinked a few times, completely in awe and then rested his head close to yours, burying his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent. His heart was still thumping crazy, and he felt his whole body shiver from feeling your body being pressed against his, so nicely.

This made him feel a bit bolder, and so he pulled you to his chest more firmly, sighing contently. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the parts where your body touched his (that, being the whole upper body) and just all in all enjoying this spooning position with you. Hearing your soft breathing made him also sleepy, and he already felt his eyelids slowly closing shut. If only you knew how happy he was right now...

Meanwhile the weather outside seemed to calm down a bit.

Glancing one last time out your window, he briefly noted how it began to snow.


xxx
Wow...this is crap. I don't like it. At all. >: (

Oh geez, I would've uploaded this much earlier, but of course I got sick and shit. 

What really, really irks me is that I write very, very slowly, because I always have to look up words and stuff, and I also get often discouraged about my writing, because it's so uuurrghghghhh. It doesn't flow nicely, I often repeat words and ugh. It's just. God.

Well, Anyway. I hope at least you guys think it's OK. 
I'm going to crawl back in a corner now. 

EDIT: 26. 12. 2013
Okay. Now I feel bad about writing how I think this is crap. I got so much positive feedback, so...yeah. Thank you all!

I don't own anything, but this story.

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Work was stressful today.

You heaved a heavy sigh, while closing your eyes and started to massage your temples. It’s not that you didn’t like your job, it’s just that today it was exceptionally hectic and everyone seemed to be in a grumpy mood. A few of your colleagues had a heated quarrel with each other about some stupid, irrelevant thing and your boss thought it was his duty to end this argument by giving everyone more paperwork – including those, who had nothing to do with aforementioned argument.

And that’s exactly why you were more than happy to see, that your shift ended a few minutes ago.

’Thank Heavens. I thought I’d get stuck here forever.’

Slowly packing up your stuff from your office table, you quickly glanced around the room to see if you were forgeting something. After you confirmed for sure that everything was in your folders and bag, you left your office, said good – bye to your co – workers and stepped out of the building.

Cool, fresh air instantly greeted your nostrils as you stepped out. You breathed in as much air as your lungs could take and smiled softly. Content, that now you were free, you proceeded to walk home.

You took your usual path; a path that was often deserted in the night and that was one of the things you loved about it. It was nice and quiet. Not to mention that it leads to an adorable little bridge, which of course, helps by – passers to cross a creak. That little bridge was one of your highlights on your way home. It was made out of wood and it was usually decorated with some lights, which made it look all the more friendly and even romantic.

Thinking about the bridge made you smile, and you decided that you could spend a little time there; to watch the stars and think. It was kinda funny and made no sense why you suddenly decided to stay there for a while. You had a long, stressful day that tired you out to no end; so why did you want to go there?

’Maybe all that work has messed up my logical thinkig’, you thought, as you pulled the sleeves of your jacket south so that they engulfed your palms.

The air was quite chilly and the wind blowing ever so softly made you shiver. No wonder though; It was the middle of autumn and also night, which of course made the temperature drop a few grades as well. Now you were really having second thoughts about staying anymore outside.

’Well, whatever. I doubt I’ll have any time to think when I arrive to my apartment, so might as well just use this opportunity to clear my head.’ You mused.

It didn’t take long before you arrived at your destination. Slowly walking to the middle of the bridge, your footsteps were followed by some light ’creek’ noises, as you passed the wooden surface. A content little sigh escaped your lips after you rested your lower arms on the railing of the bridge.

’It’s so peaceful here,’ You thought ’no wonder I wanted to come here. A little quiet was just what I needed to soothe my nerves. Especially, after a day like this.’

Lowering your head, you watched the stars from the reflection of the creak beneath you. The soft flowing of the water, the wind blowing here and there, the stars twinkling; it all calmed you down. The tranquil atmoshpere that surrounded this place made you fall into your own little world, considering that no one was near by and so you didn’t have to worry about someone approaching you and talking to you.

This thought made you realise that you could just as well close your eyes and do nothing. How you longed for a little peace and quiet and now you could have actually have some. So, you closed your eyes and quietly sighed.

For a while you didn’t do anything nor didn’t think of anything. Just enjoyed the comforting silence. There were no background noises, no chitter – chatter of your co – workers, no phone ringings. Instead, there was the wind, quietly brushing your hair and singing you a lullaby. There was the water underneath you, setting your mind at rest, with its soft ’splish – splash’ noises, the sound of the leaves brushing against the ground as the wind picked them up...

If it wasn’t for the fact that it was cold and you were outside, you would have definitely fallen asleep. And you were tired. But ironically, you doubted that you would get rest in your apartment, given how chaotic it looks.

Thinking about your appartment made you open your eyes, chest tightening just a bit. Sucking in a harsh breath, you already felt all the stress crushing down on you.

’I should really pay for my rent, if I don’t want to get kicked out. Thank God, I earned enough to pay for this month and also buy myself some food for this week.

Footsteps could be heard somewhere in the distance.

I should also properly clean my apartment, since the fellow who owned the apartment before me didn’t do it’ you frowned a bit at this thought. Was it so hard to be considerate of others?

’Maybe I should look for a roommate; it would be so much easier, sharing the price and all. Even if I’m not really comfortable having a stranger’s company. But alas...desperate times call for desperate measures. And if it means keeping the place where I can live till I find something better, then it’s worth it. I just hope I find someone responsible enough...’

The footsteps came from behind you and by the sound of it, were making their way towards your direction. You continued to disregard them.

Lifting your head, you sadly looked at the sky. You watched as one of the stars twinkled at you encouragingly.

’I wouldn’t have this problem if Mrs. Tanaka was still alive. She was one of the best landlady one could ever wish for...’

The footsteps reached the entrance of the bridge before they completely stopped.

...she was always so kind to me and helped me whenever she had the opportunity to. I just hope th –

”(Last name) – san...?” asked a deep, albeit a bit uncertain voice of a male.
Startled, you quickly turned to the owner of the voice. You did hear someone’s footsteps, but you would have never thought they would call for you. Squinting your eyes, you tried to recognize the person – and by processing the voice, you were sure it was a man. There happened to be a lightbulb near him on the railing, so it didn’t take you too long to recognise him, despite it being dark.

...And even thought you could clearly see him, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It  just seemed so surreal; him standing there, waiting for your reaction while studying your face, to make sure that you really were (Last name) and not just someone who looked similar to you.
You blinked twice before you too asked; ”Tachibana – san...?”

And sure enough, there at the entrance of the little bridge, just a few steps from you stood Makoto Tachibana. Well, an adult version of him. An adult, but nonetheless still handsome version of him.

But what is he doing here...??’ You thought dumbfounded.

After he heard you say his name, the uncertainty completely vanished from his face and he smiled.

His smile didn’t change at all. ’ You noted, still comprehending the fact that he indeed was here a few steps away from you and you weren’t having hallucinations from exhaustion and stress.

”(First name) – chan, what a pleasant suprise... I usually don’t take this path to get home, but now I’m glad that I did.” He said, still smiling as he walked closer to you.

Completely ignoring the fact, that he just said seeing you is pleasant, you quickly asked him;
”You usually don’t take this path home...? Does that mean, that you live here?!” complete suprise laced your question.
He chuckled at your reaction, before he nodded. ”Yes, I do.”

Your eyebrows went to your hairline at his reply, which he noticed, so he started to explain himself while standing next you and resting his hands on the railing. ”I’ve been only here for a few months, though. I moved here the moment I got a job offer.”

”Oh, I see.” You murmured quietly. Kinda funny how you never saw him, but then again, it’s not like you were out very often and even though (City name) is considered to be a little town, It’s impossible to know every single person here. ”I just never thought I would see you here,” you began ”I thought you were back in Iwatobi. But it was a while since we last saw each other, so I wouldn’t really know...” Your voice got quieter and eventually died down, the sentence remaining unfinished.  

He hummed. ”Yes, it was a while...” He quietly said while looking in the far distance, probably remembering the good ol’days. You mirorred his actions, all the while thinking back to your high school years.

Even now, you could never actually pinpoint the relationship you had with the green – eyed male. You were classmates, acquaintances, maybe even friends. You talked, laughed, helped each other with homework, sometimes walked home or ate lunch together, but that was it. Oh, and there was one time where you went to his swim practise, but it was more because Gou had  pleaded you to go, for whatever reason. Something about muscles. But despise all this, you had a strong feeling that Makoto thought of you as one of his good friends, even though almost everyone was a good friend to him.

Not that you could blame him; he was always sweet and nice, so naturally people were attracted to him and he got along with almost everyone. Why he even took the time to get to know you, was beyond you. Not that there was anything wrong with you, it’s just that you were for the most part, well...invisible. You had a few friends, the teachers liked you but to everybody else, you were just (First name) (Last name), the Plain Jane. So it was quite a suprise, when one day the Makoto Tachibana came over to your table. What was his reason behind that action? I just wanted to talk to you, you remembered him saying after he flashed you a sweet smile.
So, from then on your relationship took off (if you could even call that). But then graduation came and after that you two had never seen or heard from each other again. You didn’t really mind, as rude as it sounds. You two had a really great classmate – like relationship, nothing special.

Or so you thought.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts, that you didn’t even notice him watching you from the corner of his eyes. He knew that staring was rude, but seeing you in your absent – minded and inattentive state, gave him the perfect opportunity to take a closer look at you. He was ever so glad that this bridge was decorated with little light bulbs, so he had enough light to observe you.

You sure changed a lot since high school; You got a bit taller, your figure got curvier and your hair was a different lenght. The ever so dreamy look – which, by the way, was even now on your face – didn’t change, to which he was really glad. That was one of the things he really adored on you back in high school. Your eyelashes were still so dark and long, and one ray of light from a light bulb managed to illuminate your lips just perfectly. He briefly wondered if you still wore that pleasently intoxicating perfume of yours.

While he desperatly tried to drink in the sight of you, he noticed something. Something didn’t seem right. He quickly  noted the dark circles underneath your eyes and how pale you looked. Almost sick. This observation made him frown with a bit of worry. Was everything alright with you...?

But even in your sickly form, he still thought you to be rather...attractive.

Just like back in high school’ he thought amused.

At this realisation, he quickly took his gaze away from you and almost grinned to himself.

But his train of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your voice.

”You said that you moved here because you got a job, right?” You asked, now turning your head to him. You didn’t notice how he jumped a little when you asked him. He quickly pulled himself together and tried to look as calm as he could while trying to anwer you. You almost caught him staring at you...!

”Oh...uh, yes.”

You smiled a little at him. ”May I know what your occupation is?”
He blinked once before he answered. ”I’m a swim coach for kids at a sport center, not far away from here.”
Your smile got bigger. ”Really? That job is made for you! Considering how well you work with kids and all. ” You quietly chuckled a little and lowered your gaze. ”I’m really glad for you.” You said, smiling softly.
His eyes widened for a second, before he too smiled. You sure know how to make someone’s evening.

”Thank you.” He said smiling sincerely, while giving you a side look. Your gaze was still lowered, so you didn’t see, but rather felt his gaze on you. You didn’t dare to look him in the eye, in fear that you would blush.

’Idiot, what reason would you have to blush? You were the one who just complimented him, he should be the one blushing!’ You inwardly scolded yourself. For whatever reason his gazes were really intense, as if he would look right through you. It was just like in high school, were you akwardly had to look away from him, whenever he had ’the look’ on his face.
”So, um,” you attempted to break the akward silence ”do you like your job?”
You felt his gaze leave your form. You dared to look at him; he was now watching the stars.
”Yes, very. My students are really dedicated and it’s always a joy to see how they practise and eventually get better. ” He said, albeit his tone sounded a little bit sad. ”It kinda reminds me of our team back in high school...”

You frowned at the tone he used. The way he said this all sounded as if his former team mates died in a horrible accident and he was the only survi –

”Wait! Y – you mean...you guys don’t swim anymore together?!” You asked a little shocked. Theye were always so keen on their club and all. You were pretty sure, that even after graduation they kept together. He chuckled sadly.

”No, not anymore. After graduation everyone went their seperate ways. Though we still keep in contact with each other and even meet once or twice in a year; It’s just not the same anymore as it was in high school...”  

Silence engulfed you both. You tried to think of something to say back; something that would show him that you were sorry to hear all of this.

”I’m so sorry” You said commiseratingly, hoping that maybe these three words sufficed. You didn’t really know what to say else. He hummed and closed his eyes.
”Don’t be. This is how life works, doesn’t it? Everything good comes to an end...” While saying the last part he opened his eyes and looked at you wistfully. Or were you just imagining it...?

No. He was still looking at you with ’that look’. You held his gaze uncertainly for a few moments, but then you abruptly broke it and looked away while shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You suddenly felt very awkward...and also realized, how quiet it was; nobody was near you two. Oh, hell. A lot of horror and other krimi films had a very similar pattern. A man and a woman alone, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, at night...! And then suddenly something horrible and vicious happens...!

A shiver went down your spine and for a moment you got really scared of him. You took a few steps back away from him, hands shaking lightly. He, of course, noticed this.
”(First name) – chan? Is something the matter?” He asked while following you.

Did he really not realize how strange he acted sometimes towards you?! Giving you all these looks and speaking ambigously. It was the same in high school, too. You never really thought much about it, but now that you two were alone, a sudden thought crossed your mind, that made you even more scared and even paranoid.

’Is there something he wants from me...?’

Hastily shaking your head you started slowly walking backwards, the wood creacking under your steps.

”No, I ah... I am just really tired. Yeah...so I better get home.” You said, akwardly smiling and jerking your thumb behind your shoulder.

”I’ll walk you home.” This wasn’t a question, this was a statement.

”Oh, no, you don’t hav - ”

”I insist.” He said, ever so confidently stepping much closer to you. At first you didn’t know why he was doing it, but then he gave you his right arm. Confused, you looked at his arm and then back at him.

”Well, your jacket doesn’t seem to keep you very warm and it’s quite chilly out here.” He said, smiling reassuringly as if to say, that he means no harm. A few seconds passed after you decided that he’s safe and  looped your arm trough his, albeit a bit hesitant. However, he – being raised as a gentleman – pulled you to his side with his intertwined arm.
I mean, he just wants you to be warm. It’s not like he pulled you to his side so that he could enjoy how your curves pressed against his form or anything.
And although he wore his best poker face, inwardly, he was happier then ever.

xxx

The way home was anything but quiet.

You two talked a lot; mostly about what happened to your other classmates after graduation. You also laughed a lot, which helped you loosen up a bit around him. To think that you were afraid of him half an hour ago... you felt a bit stupid for that, to be honest. Being this close to him wasn’t awkward either. Well, not anymore. You actually started to enjoy it, beacuse he kept you warm.

Come to think of it, we were never this physically close before...’ You pondered.

That was true. Not even a hug was shared between you, which was acutally normal, considering that you two weren’t really close friends.
Now that you thought about it; you two never really shared any physical contact with each other. Or if you did, you couldn’t remember. So it goes without saying how much it suprised you when he offered you his arm and overall being so forward, especially after not meeting for quite a long time.
Now that you remembered, you only saw him hugging his friends and siblings.

Speaking about friends. It didn’t take long before the conversation slowly drifted to them.

”So, is Haruka now a competitive swimmer?” You asked.
He nodded and smiled. ”He is again, to be specific.” He chuckled a bit and looked to the sky.
”He was already one when we went to elementary school, but then something happened that made him quit...” He looked away a bit, unsure if he should explain to you why he stopped, but then decided against it and continued. ”Then we created our swim club and he started going to races with us again. But then, he again started hesitating when we finished high school. However, he got accepted to a quite extraordinary sport college, where he excelled, and from then on his career in swimming pretty much took off.”

You heard him sigh when he finished talking and looked at him from the corner of your eye. He looked...sad. At this sight a sudden thought went trough your mind.

”Are you not happy for him...?” You asked, ableit quietly. You realised too late that you just said this outloud.

Oh, shoot...!Did he hear me..?!’ You thought, while slowly turning your head to him.

But the expression on his face gave away that he heard you all and clear.

He shooked his head from side to side, eyes wide. ”What?! Of course I am happy for him! It’s just that - !”
He heavily sighed and looked down. ” – It’s just that I miss him. He was my best friend and now we hardly see or even speak with each other.” He murmured quietly.

You looked at him with sincere sympathy and squeezed his arm reassuringly. Unconsciously, you pressed yourself closer to him as if your unconscious knew that this action would make him happy. He gave you a side look and smiled apologetically.

”But it’s no suprise now, is it? I mean that he doesn’t really have time for me. He is currently practicing for the Summer Olympic Games anyway.”
Not really knowing what to say, you smiled sadly at him and lowered your head on his shoulder, to which he gave a happy little sigh. You really felt bad for him. You knew the pain of losing a friend, not to mention a best friend. You suddenly broke the silence.

”But what about the others? Nagisa and Rei...and Rin, was it?” You asked him while taking your head off his shoulder and looking at him. You hoped that this question will make him perk up and tell you that at least they were still there for him, but he looked just as somber as before; looking far ahead somewhere.

”Nagisa and Rei are in Tokyo and founded some kind of business that has to do with swimsuits and swim equipments in general. Rin...I think he went back to Australia. Though he didn’t really elucidate why... ”

”Oh...”

Your heart sank. None of his friends were with him anymore. They were all far away, busy and almost unreachable.

’How cruel’ You suddenly thought. You distinctively remember him being the one piece that kept them together as a group. He was always restless, looking out for them and now he is the one left behind. You just couldn’t believe it.

”You said that you guys meet each other from time to time, right? At least you got to see them then...right?” You asked in hopes that this will cheer him up. No such luck. He made a slight grimace, which even suprised you; you never saw him grimacing.

”If they have the time to come, then yes, I’ll see them...,” he lowered his gaze and sighed ”but in the last years they became busier and busier. They got new friends, girlfriends and I - ”
He suddenly stopped and laughed heartily. This honestly made you jump a little; all this time you were talking all quietly and gloomily. You didn’t expect him to suddenly burst out laughing.
”I’m really sorry!” He said, still grinning.”I didn’t want our conversation to drift to my silly situation. Look at me, talking about my friends as if I was some kind of mother.” He all of a sudden looked you deep in the eye.

”I’m actually curious about what you have been up to these past years.”

There. There it was again; The look. Your breath hitched for a moment and you wondered if he was aware of his powers. Is he teasing you? Quickly shaking your head a bit, you hastily answered.
”Uh... no, no! Your situation isn’t silly at all. Everyone would be sad in your place and - !”
He cut you off with his unoccupied hand lightly spatting, all the while smiling a bit bitterly. ”No, don’t worry. I don’t want to talk about it anyway. Besides, I really want to hear you telling me how you’ve been all this time.” He smiled at you kindly.

You blinked at him, a bit uncertain. ”Okay...if you insist.”

And so you talked. At first, you weren’t really sure what to talk about, because you were afraid that you will bore him, but after him asking you a few question the conversation again took off. You told him bits and pieces about your college years, how you got your job, how your landlady recently passed away and, in a rush, had to search for another flat to stay. He carefully listened to everything you said.

”My condolences.” He said sincerely ”I’m sure she was a great woman.”

You hummed quietly. ”That she was...” You looked down, smiling sadly.

A few minutes passed in quiet. Somehow it felt like a commemoration to honor Mrs. Tanaka. You didn’t really meant to lead the whole conversation to a depressing subject again, but at least you two didn’t talk about his friends anymore. The only sound were your footsteps and leaves rustling as the wind played with them.

’It’s not long before we get to my flat’ You noted. Meanwhile, Makoto glanced at you from time to time, examining your troubled expression. Suddenly he broke the silence.
”Whas it that why you looked so sad at the bridge...?” He asked quietly. He originally meant to say tired, but then decided against it. At least he now knows why you look so exhausted; you went trough a lot this last months.

You jumped and after a moment looked at him. You pondered if you should tell him.

”Yes. And, well...” you sighed wearily ”...my new flat is a mess. Not to mention a bit pricey, too. I’ve managed to earn enough to pay for my bills and all, but I’m afraid that I won’t be able when winter comes, because of the heating and such...” You bit your lip, deciding whether to continue. You were kinda afraid that this sounded a bit sorrow – y and you didn’t want him to pity you. Because apparently, a lot of people did.

A sudden thought crossed his mind and he became seriously worried for you. He pondered what he should tell you, in order to make you feel better.

However, no such thing happened. Mostly because you two finally got to your flat, so he didn’t really have any time to properly say something back. You quickly looped your arm out of his (to his dismay), stepped a few feet away from Makoto and faced him.
You gave him a tired smile. ”Thank you so much for taking me home.”

Instead of saying ’you’re welcome’ he wasted no time to ask you. ”When can I see you again?” His expression was oddly serious. You blinked at him.

He wants to see me again?

Seeing your confused expression he lightly laughed. ”I mean...we just met each other after such a long time. I thought, maybe we should again catch up and all.” He said, with an unrecognizable expression on his face. You just couldn’t really put your finger on it, but somehow you felt that he meant more with those words.

Or maybe you were just tired.

You two were in a healthy, classmate like relationship and didn’t see each other for a long time. Then you all of a sudden meet again, and decide to catch up on things. He obviously meant talking. About stuff that happened while you two were seperated. Yeah.

Sure, sometimes his gaze lingered longer on you than it was comfortable, and you kinda had a feeling that he spoke with a double meaning, but maybe you were either imagining these things or it was just kinda like a character tik or something....right?

”Oh, well, uh - ”

When were you actually free? You suddenly took out a paper and pen to Makoto’s suprise. Quickly scribbling down your phone number and handing it to him, you said, ”To be honest, I don’t even know myself what will happen in the near future. I’m really sorry...it’s just that a lot of things are happening right now and I can’t promise anything. So, here, have my number. And if you give me yours, then I could call you the moment I’m free...what do you say?”

You were kinda worried that he would think of this as your way of getting rid of him (and that the number you just wrote him was a fake one), but after seeing him smile and accept the paper, you relaxed and smiled.

”Of course. I understand.”

After that, he gave you his number. You chatted a little more about this and that, before your yawn interrupted your conversation with him, and he sheepishly apologized for keeping you up and ushered you inside.

As you parted, you shortly wondered if you should hug him, but then decided against it, thinking it was too forward for now.

’Forward? Are you kidding me? You two were walking like a couple before and now you think hugging would be to inappropriate? That’s rich. You could even give him a kiss now and it still wouldn’t be that intimate as how he pressed you to his side with his interlocked arms!’  Your inner self chided and you inwardly rolled your eyes. Luckily, Makoto couldn’t see it, because at this point you were already facing him from behind, locking your door open. Before you closed the door behind yourself, you glanced at him and smiled, then slowly closed the door.

Even after you closed the door, he still lingered there for a few seconds, looking at the door, where you disappeared. After a while he happily breathed in some air, before sighing it out and proceeded to walk home.

Little did you know that he was actually hoping for you to hug him.

Not that he would’ve been against a kiss.

xxx

Now, first things first:

English is not my 1st language, so I apologize if you happen to stumble upon a mistake or two.

Even though I saw stories writen lik dis & ppl stil luved it.

 I realized that I only have one year to live (figuratively speaking), so I may as well do the things I always wanted to do. Like writing a reader insert. 'Cause it's fun.

 People in Japan, who haven't seen each other for quite a long time, greet each other with 'Ohisashiburi', hence the title.

Oh, and Mrs.Tanaka is just someone I made up. Any similarities between her and another real, living individual is merely coincidence.

 

So, I guess that's all I wanted to say for now. I hope you enjoyed reading it! :F

I don't own anything, but this story.

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After she caught her breath, (Name) decided to go back to the Squid Festival. The main reason she went was because she was going to "hang out" with Kou, but she ended up never finding her. She took out her cellphone and called the unknown number again. 

"Hello?" a familiar girl's voice answered.

"Hey, is this Kou?" (Name) asked, making sure.

"Oh~ (Last Name)-san! My friend and I have been looking for you!"

"Ha-ha, me too," (Name) lied. "Where are you guys?"

"We just got done buying squid ink spaghetti. So we'll be waiting in front of the booth."

"Alright. See you then," (Name) said, before hanging up. She sighed. This was completely new to her, since she never really went on a "girls' night out". The closest she's ever gotten to girl bondage was with her sister and her friends, but that wasn't much. She was always left out anyway.

(Name) finally reached the booth and saw Kou and another girl with brown hair and pale blue eyes. 

"(Last Name)-san!" Kou said, rushing up to (Name). "That yukata looks good on you!"

"D-does it?" (Name) said, feeling her face grow red again. She really needed to get used to the compliments if she was going to continue hanging out with nice people.

"It does~" the other girl agreed. 

Kou peered over (Name)'s shoulder. "HM!" she said, seeing something.

"W-what is it?" (Name) asked, about to turn around.

"DON'T!" Kou said, stopping (Name). Then she sighed in relief. "Okay, (Name)-chan, (I'm gonna call you by your first name, okay?), I need to have a little chat with you."

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"You ran?!" Kou exclaimed after (Name) told her the story of her and Makoto's accidental meeting earlier that evening. Kou had dragged (Name) and the other girl on the deck that Makoto and (Name) were on previously. "You're supposed to apologize and act cute, not run away!"

"I had to," (Name) said, kind of regretting telling her the whole story. She didn't even know how she started to tell her, she just did. "I would have exploded on the spot--"

"You like him, huh?" the other girl said ((Name) still didn't know what her name was). "I don't blame you, he is pretty cute."

(Name) couldn't say no to that. Makoto was pretty adorable looking out into the ocean all dramatically. "I like him... I suppose."

"There's no 'suppose' in love, (Name)-chan!" Kou said dramatically. "Before you confront him with your feelings, you must confront yourself!"

"You've been hanging out with Hazuki-san too much," (Name) muttered. However, what she said was true. If (Name) didn't accept her own feelings, then how could she tell Makoto about them? "Wait a second," (Name) said. "I'm not even going to tell him, so why would I be so worried about it?"

"You're not going to tell him?!" Kou exclaimed again. "You have to!!"

"Why?" (Name) said, confused all of a sudden.

"He probably likes you, that's why," Kou said, smiling devilishly.

(Name) felt her face get warm. "H-how can he like me for what I did?"

"You just pretended to be someone else. So what?" Kou said, rolling her eyes.

"I only pretended to be someone because I was bullying him," (Name) said, furiously. "And I hate myself for that. I was bored with my life so that's why I decided to mess with a stupid guy's brain. But it turns out he's actually a really good person, and I just did something terrible to him. What person falls in love with a person like that?"

Kou thought about it for a while, that answered. "Stupid people. And Makoto fits that description perfectly."

(Name) gulped. Kou did have a point. "I don't think I can confront Makoto. He's way too good for me, he deserves better."

Kou smiled. "You say that, but you don't realize that you've changed."

(Name) blinked. She was confused.

Kou rolled her eyes. "What I mean is that sure, you were a really mean bully for doing what you did, but you learned your lesson because of Makoto's kindness. You learned that when you really care about someone, you only want what's good for them, not for you. Get it?"

(Name) nodded. Kou did seem a little girly and maybe a little too obsessed with male anatomy structures, but she was pretty wise for a freshman. 

"And you know," Kou added. "Maybe Makoto might like bad girls. Who knows?" She winked.

(Name) felt her heart skip a beat. She felt touched. She finally found out what it was like to be in a friendship.



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"Okay," Kou said. "You need to talk to Makoto again." They were close to the entrance of the shrine that had a beautiful view of the festival and ocean.  

(Name) blinked. "W-- No! I can't, I can't do it..."

"You can!" the other girl said, looking excited. "We'll even go up there with you!" She pointed towards the shrine.

"H-he's up there?" (Name) blushed, thinking about the "romantic" view.

"C'mon!" Kou said seriously, grabbing the sleeve of (Name)'s yukata. They walked up the dirt steps and finally reached to the top. They went under the torii gate and saw the four boys excitedly talking about swimming the relay. Haruka, surprisingly, looked happy and satisfied. Nagisa realized the three girls were there. 

"Ah! Gou-chan!" Nagisa said. "And (Name)-chan as well!" He added, kind of nervously. 

"Makoto!" Kou said, almost demanding. "(Name)-chan has something to say to you!"

This was too sudden for (Name). In fact, she imagined Makoto and her being alone. Instead, with everybody else watching, this just made her even more nervous. Her hands shook, almost violently. Her heart felt like it was going to rip out of her chest. 

"U-um..." (Name) said, as everyone stared at her in silence. Her face felt like it was going to explode since it was so warm. "Um...!" She swallowed all her nervousness. She closed her eyes, imagining everything she was going to say. Then, she said, "Look. I know this is really weird, since everyone is watching. And I didn't really want everyone watching either. But I suppose this is what Kou wanted. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I only pretended I was someone else because I thought it would be fun messing with a less intelligent person, but it back fired. I didn't notice how caring and nice you are, and how much you care for others. And how sweet you are to everyone, not trying to offend them even if it's the truth. I didn't notice how beautiful your eyes were, or how kind you've been to me. I didn't notice how adorable you are, and I didn't notice how you touch everyone's heart. Including mine. You've changed my twisted brain, the mind that used to think that life is boring. Because it's not anymore. I have a reason to live, because you're in my life." 

Everyone stared surprisingly, like it was some miracle for a cold person like (Name) to say such things. 

Now for the finale.

(Name) felt a lump in her throat. Was it really okay to say this? Her vision became fuzzy. She looked directly at Makoto's eyes. "And..." she said, her voice cracking, "And because you gave me a reason to live...!" A tear trickled down her cheek. "Because you gave me a reason to live, I love you so much for that, Makoto." 

Makoto looked stunned. He blinked once. Twice. 

Mean while, Nagisa and Kou were crying their eyes out. Nagisa used Rei's yukata as a handkerchief. They said something like "That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard!" or "So cute! Oh my gosh!"

(Name) hurriedly wiped her tears, but new ones kept forming. "Um..." she said, feeling nervous again. "That's it. Thank you for listening." She turned, about to leave the shrine. She couldn't take the attention any longer. It was too overwhelming. After she stepped down about two steps, something caught her yukata sleeve. She turned to see Makoto, his face still looking stunned. His cheeks were brushed with a pink color. 

"(Last Name)-san... no, (Name)-chan," Makoto said, stepping on the same level as (Name). "You're really pretty."

(Name) wiped her continuous tears, but she also felt herself blush. "Y-y-you really think so?"

Makoto lifted (Name)'s face. "I would know so if you'd stopped crying." Then, he smiled. "You promised, remember?"

Then, it hit (Name): Of course. The boy from that day at the beach. The boy was Makoto. "It was you." Tears kept on flowing. She sobbed. Then, she started to bawl. Makoto took (Name) in his arms.

"It's good to cry once in a while," Makoto said gently. 

(Name) could not reply. She was too happy thinking about being in Makoto's arms, crying for the first time in eleven years.
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Yeah.
Drama. :iconlazycryrollplz:

I believe there will be one more.
THIS IS NOT THE EEEENNDDD. :XD:
Hope y'all like it, I literally spent all day thinking about the outcome LOL.

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This kind of state was starting to feel so unfamiliar, that you almost believed your mind was playing tricks on you.

Such warmth that enclosed you, could only have come from somewhere high – heavens. And to feel such safety was surely some sort of Patronus’ doing. It had to be, considering how safe and comfortable you felt. As if you were in some kind of deep hibernation or coma, regenerating your energy and resting your fatigued body.

Nothing mattered. Everything was well.

Slumberland welcomed you generously, opening its gates and ushering you inside with fair promises. You felt like a child, who cozily snuggled up in her bed, after her mother tucked her in. The tepid feeling made you feel so homely, that you didn’t dare to move, in fear that it will vanish.

Thus with a soft, content sigh, you sank back in to the welcoming arms of Morpheus.

Makoto smiled.

It was 6’o clock in the morning, and his head was still resting beside yours. Green eyes lazily watched every little movement your eyelids and lips made, and his hand still encircled your stomach, keeping your figure close to his. It wasn’t long before he too fell asleep, after he laid himself down beside you, though he did have a mini – heart attack when he woke up this morning and saw the clock on your nightstand.

But it only took him a glance down to calm his heartbeat. You were still soundlessly sleeping, in the same position he laid you down yesterday. And thus, he let out a quiet breath of air, relaxing himself and inwardly giving a thank you to the Universe, for you hadn’t woken up.

Though, he couldn’t help but notice how much and how deeply you slept. Glancing back to the clock, he started to count how many hours you were shuteyed. You two went to bed somewhere in the afternoon hours … So, that means …

… Around 15 – 16 hours … ? This wouldn’t be normal, unless your body was already sensing your lack of sleep, and was trying to make up for it.

This made him wonder with worry. When was the last time you had a peaceful rest? It must have been a long while, by the look of you …  And you’d need plenty of these, to grip yourself together. Not that this one time didn’t already help, it’s just that it won’t be enough. One should regularly, if not always, sleep like this. But he couldn’t just stay here every minute with you, and care for your well - being. Not that he wouldn’t love to, but you wouldn’t allow him, telling him that you had everything in control, and that he should stop being such a worry – wart.

His eyes swept over your room.

… Yes. Everything in control.

Shaking his head with a smile, he begun to think of a way to quietly sneak out from your room, before you woke up. It wouldn’t be such a hard task, given how deeply you slept, but he already learned his lesson of how not to underestimate any situation, thanks to his friends and adventures he had to endure during his teenagehood.

Well. At least the creacks in your mattress didn’t squeak … ?

Holding back his breath, he slowly lifted himself up by the arm that wasn’t draped over your form, all the while intently watching if you gave any reaction to his movements. But you were still sleeping like a log, laying unmovingly, and being completely oblivious to your surroundings.

… And so, putting his leg on the floor, he quickly shifted his entire weight from his arms on to his legs, and tried to stand up as soundlessly as possible. … With success.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he slowly made his way out, being very careful of his steps. Shivering a bit, he noticed how the the temperature in the room didn’t get any warmer since yesterday. If anything, it seemed as if it got colder …

He rubbed his hands together and  slowed down in his tracks.  Afraid, that the warmth might have left you, he turned his head back to the direction he came from; worry making him furrow his brows.

But you were still on your bed, not budging from your position and your even breathing didn’t stop, either.

Unwillingly, he remembered the slightly awkward conversation you two had yesterday, about you moving in to his flat. Even if it still gave him the urge to bang his head against a wall, he couldn’t help but think, how you’d have it so much better if you’d move in with him. You could sleep every night like this, in a heated room with properly shut windows, and you wouldn’t have to live off on Ramen.

Looks like he’d have to visit you at least once a week, to make you sure that you’re all right. Of course he knew better than to tell this to you. He inwardly shaked his head. Was there any chance that you might change your mind later on … ? This he wondered, while his eyes were resting on your sleeping form.  

But after not seeing any kind of sign that you were cold, he casted your figure one last worried glance, before he left your room.

Passing your window, he saw how everything outside was covered in white.

xxx

The temperature outside was below minus, and the cold, frigid air unequivocally stated, which season made itself so rudely comfortable in this little town.  Rudely, because it only took General Winter one night, to cover everything in knee – high snow and ice, showing no mercy to anything or anyone.

This also explained the eerily quiet atmosphere outside.

Because everything either slowed down, or just completely stopped working. Everything meaning the traffic.  

Only a few people were daring enough to somehow try start their car, only to realize that their engines were completely and utterly frozen.  Which resulted in vehicles getting astray in the middle of the road, people being annoyed and stressed out to no end, trying to somehow push their car with bare hands out of the way, either with the help of someone or alone.  

Not like the ones, who opted to walk, were better off. The sidewalks too, were buried in deep snow, and people had to lift their legs high enough, so that they could somehow get about. You, included.

It was a bit of a hustle, getting to your workplace. Watching after every step where you should put your leg next, so you wouldn’t slip and fall. But in the end you managed, and you were never so happy to see your office or to smell the pleasant coffee scent, which usually wafted through the corridor.

One of your co – workers was kind enough to make some tea for those who felt they needed some warming up, other than standing beside the radiators. You gladly accepted one cup, thanking with a warm smile, and returning to your desk.

Because, despite how cold it was, you were feeling pleased and delighted.

You had the best sleep for years, and you woke up feeling like you were reborn. This morning you spent making a rich breakfast – finally – which you usually skipped, in order to spend money on lunch, figuring that you could survive without breakfast. And on top of it all – you had a nice shower, with warm water, and showering with warm water was a rare occasion for you.

Yeah. This morning was wonderful.

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips, as you sipped your hot tea. The liquid quickly succeeded in keeping you warm, by spreading the tepid sensation through your chest and belly.  With a dazed smile, you glanced outside your office window.

But the highlight of your day was something completely different.

You gathered enough courage to speak with your boss about a possible pay raise for you! Needless to say, you spent a lot of time in front of your mirror to practice building a rhetorically correct speech and a lot more nerve, to explain why you needed aforementioned pay raise.

But after telling your boss about your situation, he pondered about it for a few minutes, thinking everything trough …

… but then agreed to it, nodding his head and giving you an OK., with the exception that you work overtime for a week.

You agreed, right away, shaking his hand as a sign of deal, and thanking him all the while.

You could jump up and down, just thinking about it. This meant that you could finally pay for your rent, before the week ends.  Though, a nagging feeling still pestered your mind, regarding the unfairness of your landlord’s demand for more money, when you already payed for your rent this month. But you quickly tried to dissolve this topic, not wanting to ruin your current good mood. You’ll get to that too, but now’s not the time to play detective.
 
Now’s the time to feel happy.

You leaned your head against your office chair and closed your eyes, enjoying the aroma of your tea.

Meanwhile, your mind wandered to a certain olive haired male …

… And you had to smile.

Of course you wouldn’t forget about the one, who played a huge role in your presently sunshine like mood. After all, he was the one who comforted you and took care of you, in ways that would have been too much of a bother for others. Even formulating your thought like this, didn’t portray the help he’d given you. And the deep gratitude you felt for his help and support.

Every time you thought about him and about the things he’s done for you, your mind reminded you how close you two were to each other. Close acquaintances from high school. And yet, he acted like you two were best buddys …  Still. If he was willing to do so much for you, even asking for you to move in with him, then, you wondered … to what extremes would he go for a friend? … or even a lover?

Unbeknownst to you, a slight blush creeped up on your cheeks at this thought. Well, of course. He’d be an excellent friend and  - you guessed – a fine lover, too. With a devoted personality like this, there’s no doubt about that. Actually, anyone would feel blessed to even have his acquaintance. … The same goes for you.

And let’s not mention his charming looks. Who wouldn’t want to fall head over heels for those kind, green eyes and lovely smile? He’s in a really good shape, too …

Huh.

Maybe it was rude to think about this, but you never heard him mention anything about a love interest or a romantic relationship. It was kinda strange. How come he didn’t have a partner … ? Him of all people. He’s practically perfect.

Oh well. Maybe he was just shy. There’s also the possibility that he’s just simply not interested in romance and doesn’t keep his eyes open. I mean, we’re talking about Makoto, who’s known to be quite oblivious …

’Well, either way,’ you thought, pleasantly. ’If he does find someone, I’m willing to wager that that someone’s going to be really happy.’
 
You sighed, happily, as if you just stated words of wisdom that could equal the Dalai Lama’s teaching. Owlishly blinking, you looked down at your cup, before  -

’… Wait a minute…!’

Your cheeks turned a darker shade of red the moment you realized, that you were just thinking about Makoto’s love life and wondering how he’d be as a lover.

’Oh, hell…!’ you thought, embarrassed. ’Why am I thinking about this?!’
 
Lightly fanning yourself with your free hand, your eyes quickly swept over your surroundings. Thank God, nobody was around to see you. … And Thank God that  nobody has mind reading abilities. You would’ve  never lived this down.

 Feeling awkward, you shaked your head a little bit as a means to rid your head from thoughts like this.

But in the last few hours, you had to wonder why you two never got to know each other a little bit better. He was obviously a great friend … so why?

This question, of course, was more pointed towards yourself, than him, since you figured, that he would’ve befriended you if you gave any sign that you were inte –

… Wait.

Maybe that’s it. You weren’t really interested in making friends, back then. And you didn’t really pay attention to the people around you, either. Not because of ignorance, but more likely because of innocent daydreaming.

Dear Lord.

You should have seriously listened to your family and friends when they warned you about your wandering mind. If only you paid a little bit more heed to your surroundings and the people around you. You must have missed a lot of opportunities in terms of having more friends …  But, alas, the past is in the past. And anyway …

You remembered the note he’d written you, before he left your apartment. Just when you were about to question where he vanished off to, you found it on your kitchen counter this morning.

You reached for the note, which was in your bag, and after finding it, folded it open.


   ’’ Good Morning!

I hope you had a good sleep. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up to tell you about my departure, but I thought I’d rather let you sleep more. I locked the front door, and slipped the key under the door back.

Please watch out, when you step outside. A lot of snow has fallen, and everything is slippery.

Call me if you need help with anything.

Do you need me to walk you home from work?

                    -   M.  ’’

… You still had the chance to be friends with him.

Smiling, you gently folded the note in half, and put it back in your bag.

’He worries too much,’ you thought to yourself, but not being able to stop grinning like an idiot. You thought about calling him and telling him, that you’d be all right, and that he doesn’t need to come for you, but glancing at the clock made you stop for a second.

Your break was already coming to an end. Hmm …

Ruminating about it for a few seconds, you choose to get back to work for now, and call him later. You had a lot of work to do, and the earlier you started on it, the earlier you’d finish it.

Surely he would survive if you called him back somewhere in the afternoon hours …

… Right … ?

xxx

The clock on your wall quietly ticked away the minutes, lulling you in to the monotone pace of working, which you occasionally broke by drinking your tea, or stretching your arms a bit. It was already getting dark outside, despite it only being five in the afternoon, but at least the snow had stopped falling, much to your delight. And it also seemed as though the snow trucks passed by, guessing by the relatively clean roads, and the snow humps that piled up from the sides.

Nodding satisfied, you tore your gaze away from your window, returning it to your computer.

The ones who worked in a morning shift, left hours ago. Only you remained.

But to your surprise, the last three hours went by exceptionally fast. You were practically finished with everything, you just needed to clean up your table, and put away your stuff.

Standing up, you stretched one more time, raising your arms over your head, letting blood properly circulate through your body, before you gave out a satisfied hum.

Leaving your work this relaxed was a miracle, so you better appreciated it.

Turning your body to your desk, you begun to pack up your things and put away some documents and folders in your drawer, while quietly humming a little tune. Your good mood was showing, and hey - who were you to hide it? For a long time in forever, everything seemed to go according to your plans. If you kept up with this one week overtime, you could pay off your rent, and until then, you won’t have to spend money on food.

You didn’t feel this fantastic for years, and you couldn’t wait to get home, and have dinner. Which definitely wasn’t going to be Ramen!

Lightly chuckling to yourself, you finished packing away your documents and other papers, neatly organizing them and stacking them together, when you slowly, ever so slowly stopped with your movements.  

You were so wrapped up in your happy spirit, that you didn’t even notice how … quiet, it was. Your office was usually subdued by silence, safe for the sound of you typing on your keyboard or writing on some papers, so by logic, the silence that currently reigned this place shouldn’t have come off as something strange.

And yet, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was somehow out of place …

You started to clean up your table, while your eyes observed your surroundings ever so watchfully. Though, after finding nothing out of the ordinary, you quickly realized, that what you took notice of had nothing to do with your sight.

But with your hearing.  

Packing away your things in your bag, you tried to attentively listen if you heard some noise outside your office. Idle chatting, the noise of printers and telephones loudly working and ringing, the sound of steps …

… But you didn’t hear anything.

Furrowing your brows, you stopped moving and walked to the center of your office, all your attention focused on your ears …

… But you still didn’t hear anything.

’How strange,’ you thought, while making your way to your door, the sound of your steps being swallowed by the carpet underneath you. ’Shouldn’t the night shift already be working here … ?’

Twisting the knob, you looked out, and the sight of a completely deserted corridor greeted you, only giving more to your confusion. You hesitantly stepped out, gently shutting the door behind you and proceeded to look around.

But not a soul was outside.

’They should’ve arrived like an hour ago,’ you thought, somewhat baffled.

Looking out a nearby window, you guessed that the night shift couldn’t get here by time, because of the weather. Or … maybe they won’t even come today. This wouldn’t be the first time that some workers got a day or two off, because of the extreme weather.

’Come to think of it,’ you mulled to yourself. ’I don’t think I heard anything since the morning shift left. Huh. I must have been so absorbed in my work, that I didn’t even notice the silence, until now.’

Not thinking anything strange about this, you shrugged your shoulders and pivoted on your heel, casually walking back to your office for your coat and bag.

A seemingly easy task, of course, and you would’ve easily succeeded in getting your stuff back, if it wasn’t for –


”Aaah… ! If it isn’t my dear (Name)!” drawled out an all too familiar voice.

Stopping in your tracks, you cursed under your breath and tightly shut your eyes, while taking in a deep breath.

Of all the people...!

Reopening your eyes, you swallowed down the urge to make a grimace, and just tried to look as nonchalant as possible. Because, leaning against the frame of your office door stood Katsuo, wearing his usual smug face, and as always, dressed in some professional looking business attire. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his dark eyes, like every time, observed your form, almost in a mocking manner.

”Already going home?” he asked in a playful tone.

’And here I thought I’m going to have a good day,’ you thought, annoyed.

Still, you didn’t let yourself get intimidated by his sudden appearance. Not anymore. If you could somehow get him to leave with some snarky replies, then you’d get in your office, take your stuff and leave. The most important thing is to not show fear, because that’s what he’s after. … Well, partly.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried to collect yourself and with a lukewarm voice replied.

”Obviously. If it wasn’t for you blocking my way.”

The corners of his mouth slightly pulled down, not liking the tone you just used. His eyes sharpened a bit, as he stared you down.

”I see. You’re still your annoying self,” he sighed, melodramatically. ”I must say, you quite surprised me the day before yesterday, what with your sudden outburst and sermonizing speech, - ” he paused at this part, and quietly chuckled to himself, as if he was laughing about a good joke he just remembered, but then continued, ” – though,  I hoped that maybe today you’ll be in a better mood … ”

Finishing his sentence, his lips pulled back in to an enigmatic smile, and his eyes took on something malignant.

You tried to think of what he meant by that, but nothing came to your mind. Sure, you were in an exceptionally good mood today, but you didn’t see Katsuo the whole day, so to say that the last part of his sentence didn’t make you nervous would’ve been a lie.

”...What do you mean?” you asked hesitantly, voice lowering a bit in volume.

He tilted his head to one side, the smile still present on his admittedly well - defined features.

”Well, I mean your pay raise, silly. You are such a diligent worker, doing everything you can to save some money for keeping an apartment that is trashy beyond words, even though you can hardly take care of yourself.”

You would have blushed in embarrassment, and unconsciously fixed your attire, if it wasn’t for the fact that his words didn’t strike up your suspicion.

”How do you know about that?!” you asked, irritation coating your voice.

”I heard it with my own two ears,” he replied casually, not fazed by your disapproving glare.

It didn’t take long to figure out what he meant by that.

” … Were you just seriously eavesdropping?!” you asked, hardly restraining yourself from shouting.

”Oh, (Name) … ,” he sighed, feigning a hurtful look. ”Eavesdropping is such a harsh word to describe my action. I’d rather say I was just … passing by, and heard the whole thing. I mean, you can’t really blame me, can you? My office is right next to our boss’. Anyone would have heard it, if they were in my place, and you wouldn’t be accusing them of something so wrong,” he replied with his tone lowering, and giving you a smirk.
 
At this, you straightened yourself and daringly looked him in the eyes, cocking one eyebrow in the process.  

”The office of our boss is soundproof,” you informed him, coolly, not breaking eye contact. Your inner self triumphantly smiled, when you saw how his smirk slowly melted southward. But you didn’t stop just there.

” … Which gives me the impression, that you either opened the door so you could secretly listen to our conversation or you simply used your magic tricks and turned invisible, while sneaking in to the room,” you finished with a calm but albeit mocking tone.

”Given how you always seem to appear at the most inconvenient times,” you continued, obviously referencing to his sudden presence before your door.

His expression turned to an unamused scowl, and you had to sneer at him, clearly enjoying the upper hand in this conversation.

A few silent moments later, however, he took one of his hands and rested it on the side of his neck, while tilting his head in the opposite direction. Closing his eyes, you saw how a smirk slowly begun to creep back up on his lips, giving you the hunch, that it was seemingly impossible to wipe that smirk off of his visage.

He chuckled lowly, with eyes still closed shut. ”Well… you got me… ,” he admitted with a sigh, not acting like he was genuinely regretting it.

You observed him, carefully, knowing that this behavior of his never promised anything good.

’Is that all …? Did he seriously just show up to rub this in my face …? I do hope he’s not planning anything else with this tidbid of information.’ Still, you were getting impatient now, waiting for him to get out of your way, but he still didn’t move an inch.

”Now that that’s discussed, I’d really appreciate it if you’d move away from my door,” you told him, still trying to maintain your cool. ’Just calm down, (Name), calm down. In no time you’ll be out of here with your stuff.’

Giving you a malicious smile, you were already pretty sure, that he wasn’t going to do as you told him to, and were already about to inwardly panic, when he suddenly shifted his weight away from the door’s frame and stepped out of your way. Your eyes followed his every move with a hawk – like gaze, as he lackadaisically walked backwards,  the smile never fading from his face.

But after a few steps he stopped, and raised an eyebrow as if to ask:  Are you satisfied?

You gave him a side glare, observing him from head to toe, but then stepped closer to your door, laying your hand on your knob and –

Huh … ?

Confuse evident on your face, you silently stared at your knob for a few more seconds, before you laid your hand on it again and experimentally tried to open it …

… But it didn’t budge an inch.

’It’s locked?!’ you thought, shocked. Gritting your teeth, you grabbed the knob with both of your hands and desperately tried to open the door, but it only rattled in one place from your forceful movements.

’What the … ?’

Your act of despair was interrupted by a low chuckle.

Turning back, you were suddenly face to face with the tall and lean figure of Katsuo, his sudden proximity making you immediately recoil back in to your door. With wide eyes, you watched how he peered down at you, a key leisurely dangling on his index finger. Your key … !  

Narrowing your eyes at him, he chuckled again.

”Looking for this?”

Not giving him time to move in any closer, you snapped back without hesitation. ”Give that back … !”

And with that, you were already about to snatch your key from his hand. He, however, was faster, and raised his arm higher, where he was sure you wouldn’t be able to reach it. But this didn’t stop you.

You started stretching your arms higher, even jumped up from time to time, in hopes of reaching the damn key, while Katsuo only laughed, amused by the sight of your futile attempts. You tried to reach higher, by taking one of your  hands and resting it on his shoulder, as to push yourself higher, but this action only seemed to backfire.

… Because suddenly, his unoccupied arm securely encircled your waist, pinning you to his body.

This immediately made you stop.

Bewildered, your eyes snapped to his face, on which was a self – satisfied expression. This close, you could practically feel an ominous desire emanating from him.  

Placing your hands against his chest, you tried to pry yourself away from him. ”What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Let me go!” you ordered him, completely aghast. But try as you might, you couldn’t escape from his grasp.

Meanwhile, Katsuo only gave you one evil smile.

”You know how they say. No pain, no gain,” he said; the low murmur of his voice resonating in his chest.

Lips going dry, you felt your own voice becoming hoarse. You lowered your head, shutting your eyes closed, while you half – heartedly tried to push yourself away from him, already about to give up.

”Just … what do you want from me … ?” you asked, already becoming tired and having lost patience with keeping up a fabricated poker face.

Upon seeing this, he gave you a toothy grin.

”How about a kiss?” he asked, completely unabashed. You turned your head back up right, eyes wide with shock.

”Excuse me?!”  That son of a … !

His smirk grew wider.

”You heard me. As a little apology for last time.”

And with this he leaned in closer to your face, his nose almost touching yours. ”Just a little peck on the lips. Come now, it won’t hurt you. I even promise to give you back your keys if you do it, ” he purred, his cool breath tickling your cheek.

Panic surging through your veins, you forcefully grabbed his upper arms, before he could lean in closer, and with a new – found energy, effectively pushed his form away from yours, as a mean of self – defense. He stumbled back a bit, not awaiting such a reaction from you, but then quickly composed himself and narrowed his eyes at you.

”I SAID NO!” you shouted at him, eyes glazing with anger. Changing your posture in to a defensive one; clenching your fists and bending your knees a bit, you continued. ”I swear, I am so done with you! Who the hell do you think you are?! Parading around like some spoiled prince, doing what you feel like doing, not giving a damn about others! You think you’re so special, because you’re rich, huh?” you asked, staring fiercely at him.

Surprisingly, Katsuo was lost for words. Again.

Just like last time, he didn’t really know how to handle you in your fierce persona, only managing to quietly observe you with furrowed brows. Briefly wondering, if this was how you acted when you had your time of the month, he kept his mouth shut and continued listening to you. … Though, he felt himself get nervous – him of all people, when he saw your change in demeanor.

Because suddenly, your lips pulled back in to a sneer.

”Oh, please. If it wasn’t for your daddy, you wouldn’t be able to  work here!” you told him, voice ascending in volume.

A dangerous glint passed through Katsuo’s eyes. ”Don’t you dare … ,” he practically snarled, his voice turning in to a growl.  

Your sneer transformed in to a smirk, more than satisfied seeing him getting irritated.

”What’s the matter? Can’t handle the truth?” you mocked him, snickering. Straightening your posture, you put your hand on your hip, confidence completely enveloping you.  ”It’s an open secret, anyway. You think we don’t know already? Honestly … ”

He remained silent and listened to you, jaw tightening in anger. The air around you both started to become tense, but this didn’t stop you. You were on a roll.

”This isn’t your first workplace, is it? You were already hired by countless other companies, pretty easily -  all thanks to your father’s influence. But somehow, you always ended up getting fired. Now, I wonder why’s that?” you asked, putting a finger to your chin in a mocking fashion.

Katsuo clenched his hands in to fists.

” … Is it because you never did your work? Or because you were always acting like you had a God – given right to order around your colleagues? … Sometimes even your own boss, when you felt like it … ?”

At your words, he visibly flinched. This didn’t escape your attention.

”Oh … Did I hit a sensitive spot?” you sniggered, curling your upper lip.

Oh, this was fun.

Now you understood why he took so much pleasure in stressing out others. ’But unlike me, he deserves it!’ reasoned your rational half, as if to justify your action. If last time didn’t teach him a lesson, it will this time. And anyway.  The thing you’re doing now to him doesn’t even count up to the things he’s done to you and your colleagues. A little piece of his own medicine surely won’t hurt him.

At this, you tilted your head up higher, feeling so much more superior.

However, everything smug vanished from your face, when you saw how he all of a sudden leaped dangerously forward, furry and irritation evident on his face. ”SHUT UP!” he shouted, and swiftly took hold of your arm, making you gasp in pain. Fear replaced your confidence, as you winced from his grip; his sudden action shocking you in to silence.

Gripping your other arm, he promptly turned you to his body and leaned in closer than it was comfortable.


”How do you know about all this?” he asked you in a whisper, that didn’t manage to hide the obvious anger he currently felt. Looking up at him, you smiled humorlessly; acting like his behavior didn’t scare the living shit out of you.

”Our boss told me,” you uttered him, coolly.

”BULLSHIT!” he shouted. ”You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?!”

You had the urge to snicker, being pleased beyond words to see him like this. Oh, how the tides have turned. Donning a sickly sweet smile, you retorted.

”Oh, Katsuo. Eavesdropping is such a harsh word to describe my action …,” you started, and his expression turned in to a dumb founded one, the moment he  realized who’s words were you repeating. His grip on your arms faltered.

” … I’d rather say I was just … passing by, and heard the whole thing,” you finished, the mock smile still not leaving your face. He stared at you shocked, for a long while, not believing his ears.

… But it didn’t take him long, to grip himself together.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand high above his head, and you knew all too well what he was about to do. Still, the mere thought about Katsuo hitting you, made you freeze in one place. Everything seemed to slow down, as you hurriedly shut your eyes closed, awaiting the harsh, stinging slap on your cheek; raising your hands in front of you, in hopes of somehow alleviating the pain …



… But nothing happened.

’… Huh?’

A few seconds passed, before you slowly opened one of your eyes, and dared to peek at what was happening. But the sight in front of you made you completely forget about your other eye, and so you only managed to stand there, with both eyes opened wide and your mouth slightly agape.

Katsuo, just as you, was frozen in one place, not really comprehending what just happened. Black eyes stared ahead in to the distance, voice completely stuck in his throat, only managing to utter some whimpers, as he tried to struggle out of the grip of …

You felt your head spin the moment your eyes laid themselves on the person currently standing behind Katsuo.


”M – Makoto…!” you half stuttered, half whispered with awe, not really believing your eyes.

 But sure enough, behind Katsuo  stood Makoto, gripping Katsuo’s hand – which would have landed on your cheek, and slowly twisted it behind Katsuo’s back. Meanwhile, Katsuo didn’t know if he should just scream or run away, noting how strong this certain someone’s grip was.

The expression on Makoto’s face, however, was anything but happy. It was serious -  almost grave, as he gripped Katsuo’s hand in a composed and sedate manner. It honestly gave you chills, not recalling to ever see him like this.

Silence fell over everyone, as his eyes swept over the both of you, trying to analyze the whole situation.


”May I ask, what exactly is happening here?” he asked, and the tone of his voice made you visibly flinch a little. So cold.

Katsuo was no better off. Someone very strong was restraining his movements, someone who had a very menacing voice, and on top of it all – someone who he couldn’t even see.

Must be some really muscular and intimidating guy, he guessed.

’But what is he doing here … ? And most importantly; who is he to you…?’ he wondered inwardly.

Unbeknownst to him, you were asking yourself the same question. … Well, the part how he got here.

Makoto’s green hues suddenly made contact with your (e / c ) ones, startling you a bit.

Seeing your confused expression, he opened his mouth.


” … You didn’t call me, ” he said, in a softer voice, as if to explain his unawaited advent. It took you a few seconds as to comprehend what he just uttered to you, and what exactly he meant by that, but then it suddenly dawned on you.

Oh.



OH!

Lightly slapping a hand to your forehead, you shut your eyes closed. ”Oh, of course… Your note. I am so sorry, I didn’t had the time to call you. … I was too busy,” you finished meekly. His eyes quickly moved to Katsuo, who was still lightly struggling in his grip, but then went back to your eyes.

”Yes. … I can see that,” he replied dryly.

The tension in the corridor only grew tenfold. You swore you could practically feel the air prickling around you. Remembering Makoto’s earlier question, you took that as your cue to start explaining what just really happened here.

”I’m really sorry, but I … was just finished with work, when I suddenly realized how quite it was outside, so I came to check if everything was all right.,” you started, gulping a little as you finished this sentence. Katsuo looked away, as if to hide his humiliation which was slowly getting visible on his face, already knowing what part you’re going to tell next.

”But when I turned around, I found my workmate, Katsuo – the one you are currently holding down, ” you gestured with your eyes to his form, ” – standing in my way.”

Makoto only nodded, quietly urging you to continue.

” … He … didn’t wan’t to let me in my office, so I could get my stuff and leave. We got in an argument, and then later on I found out that he stole my key and locked the door to my office.”

After finishing this sentence, you briefly broke eye contact with Makoto, and looked away, hesitating how to formulate your next sentence. Not just that. You were kind of curious and wary at the same time, how he was going to react, if he heard what Katsuo just tried to do to you.  Is he going to freak out? Is he going to remain as composed as he is now?

Pushing all the questions aside, you took in a deep breath. Katsuo was staring at you with a heated glare from the corner of his eyes, while Makoto patiently waited.

”… He didn’t want to give me back my keys, and told me that he would if I … ”

You fidgeted with your fingers.

”… If I kissed him…”



A heavy silence followed your sentence. For a long while, nobody said anything nor did anybody move an inch. Peeking up from behind your eyelashes, you saw how Makoto’s face went pale; his eyes growing a tad bit wider. He didn’t need to hear the end of your explanation, quickly figuring out how it ended up like this.

Katsuo, all the while, was about to go mad from the nerve – wrecking silence. He didn’t know if his senses were playing a prank on him, but he swore to feel something horribly unnerving emanating from the person behind him. Especially, after you told him, what he planned to do to you. He had no idea who he was, but he promised trouble, of that he was sure.

 … And his prognostication became true, the moment he felt the hold on his wrist getting  much stronger, fingers painfully pressing in to his skin, and creating bruises.

”Is that so … ?” Makoto muttered darkly; his eyes – seemingly void of any emotion, were resting on his own hands.

 A little moan of pain escaped Katsuo’s throat by the harsh manhandling, but that was nothing compared to the humiliation he felt right now.  In fact, he felt so helpless, that he started  grumbling inwardly. If he could only break free from his grip, then he would surely show him who was the stronger around here!


Meanwhile, all you could do was just watch the scene unfold before you, completely paralyzed. It was a shock itself, that Makoto was here, but to see him act like this was another thing. Never did you imagine that he could even act this … frightening.  

And as much as you racked your brain for ideas as to what you should do right now, nothing came to your mind.

But Makoto’s voice prevented you from doing anything.


”Give back the keys. Now, ” he ordered from Katsuo, with the same voice full of hospitality that startled both you and Katsuo. Not wanting to mess with Makoto further, he replied, the pain turning his voice hoarse.

”It’s … i’ts in my left hand. I’ll give it back if you let go of it.”

Without contemplating a lot about Katsuo’s words, he slowly let go of his hands, the poker face still not faltering from his face. With long steps, Katsuo immediately leaped away from him, the moment he felt the weight from his hands vanish, and then turned around, wanting to face his captor.

But to his astonishment, he didn’t come face to face with a body – builder. His dark eyes took in the the tall figure of Makoto, quickly making a mental note of his appearance. Slightly furrowed brows hovered above two pair of green eyes, a discontent frown on his face and hands slightly curled in to fists. If it wasn’t for his muscular figure and the imperious posture he currently took on, one could say that he was just your average, young man.


Only after analyzing him from head to toe, did he toss the keys to Makoto, with as much indolence as possible.

”Tch … here.”

Makoto easily caught the keys, and with his poker face unchanged, swiftly advanced upon you with only a few steps, slipping the keys in your visibly smaller hands. Without hesitation, you gripped them firmly and immediately went to your door to unlock it.


All the while, Katsuo watched the both of you with ever so perceptive eyes, trying to analyze the relationship the two of you shared with each other. His wrist ached from Makoto’s harsh grip, and he was trying to soothe the pain by massaging it; his face contorting in a grimace.

Was he your brother? Your cousin? Were you two even related … ?

Maybe a friend? He certainly couldn’t be your boyfriend …?

 
He looked up from his wrist to Makoto, who was currently facing him from behind.


… Could he … ?

His train of though was interrupted by your re - appearance at your door, your hands carrying your coat and handbag. Turning around, you nervously locked the door, the tension in the corridor making you want to flee the scene as fast as possible. Locking your door closed, you hurriedly put away your key, before a hand made its way on to your arm.

Knowing that it was Makoto’s, you let him gently but firmly guide you away from your office and corridor by shoving you on your shoulder; both of your steps taking on speed as you two went farther and farther away from Katsuo.


And as your steps resonated through the empty building, cold and dark eyes pierced themselves through your back, while your Patronus led you away to safety.


xxx
*In the arms of Morpheus:  In deep sleep; overcome with the desire to sleep. In Greek mythology Morpheus was the god of dreams. The narcotic morphine, which dulls pain and induces sleep, gets its name from the same deity.  -  from freedictionary. com

4th chapter. Aw yeah. Told ya' I'm gonna upload it soon. 
Though, I'm not sure about this one. I feel it's a bit rushed, which is kinda funny, because I worked on it for like two weeks. I'm not even exaggerating. 

Also, please note, that I don't want to romanticize (any kind of) harassment. I'm not trying to depict it here, as something good. This kind of stuff happens everyday, to almost everyone, and it's honestly repulsive. If something like this happened to you or someone close to you, I'm really, really sorry, and you can message me anytime if you feel that I'm crossing a line. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.  But I do hope, that it's not too bad, so as to put a mature content on it.

Last words? Protective Mako. Yes, please! ;3

As usual, I don't own anything, but this story!

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I promise myself not to give in this time. I promise with all the eternity in the world that his eyes won’t penetrate me and disrupt me. I promise that even if he gives me a smile, I will not falter and stay strong. I promise even with my dying self, I will no matter what not fall for him when he gives me his hand. I promise that it is different, and even with the touch of his lips, that my heart does not feel. I promise … nothing. Nothing at all. Seriously, who am I trying to kid here?! My stubbornness is not working. Which doesn’t help at all because all I want is for it to work. Please, just a while. Just for the while so I don’t have to fall into a bucket of mush when I look at him. Ugh, he’s so … NO! Don’t think about him that way. That’s how you will fall for him again and have to submit to that aura of his. Do not do that. You can’t. Not again. It’s not worth doing that to him again. Telling him lies that he will believe, only to hurt him once more. Was it worth it the first time?! Never, ever. But however, I allowed him to fall for me and kiss me and… ruin himself…

I promise…. I promise …. I promise-


The convincing of the journal tried to impose on oneself wasn’t working. [Name] threw the journal out of her hands and towards the wall in front of her. The journal hit the bookshelf residing there and as it came crashing to the ground, she stood from her sitting spot at the low table in the middle of the bedroom. The room was a mess, clothes thrown about in skeptical matters and a line tiny makeup in their containers scattered on the ground in front of her sitting mirror. In the end, she whipped off all the settled makeup on her face and dressed as casually as ever. Beautiful waist high jean shorts that ended mid-thigh tucked underneath a silk flowing patented white tank top, covered by a soft baggy embroidered tan cashmere sweater that buttoned down covering everything so casually. Her shoes were nothing special hanging between her fingers and her dark auburn wavy hair was half tied back sprinkled about over her shoulders with loose strands hanging in her face. Yet, she couldn’t help but argue to herself if this was perfect enough for him? If he would love to see her like this or all prepped up and pretty? But before she screamed to herself one more time, she picked up her small leather shoulder purse and her floppy hat to run out the door. Enough with this! She slammed the door behind her leaving the mess behind her.

She made a sibling date with Shuuji today because it was his last full day being here before he had to get on a plane to head back to home. Although, she tricked him into believing it was a sibling date of just the two of them, she planned to bring him along to the swim meet she so cherished to go to. Instead of relying on her skills of reading the piece of paper Kou gave her, when it was time she would hopefully wish upon Shuuji to read it to her and make her last possible wish to bring her there. It was genius, really, and she knew he wouldn’t deny her that. She giggled to herself as she walked down the stairs, in victory that she could even accomplish this, no matter what her little bold heart couldn’t do at the times moment. As her feet leapt to the last stair, her heart grew heavy in her chest as did her trains. Those little Four Thousand trains seemed to be quiet the last few days of her living. Hummed along with a sung melody that she emitted when she skipped along a lightened house. She was grand, more than ever before. Her mother saw it. Her brother saw it. Most definitely her father saw it too. But she did not care for their feelings. She was being selfish, it was true, but her happiness was all true from when her phone rang a tune revealing a boy’s heart in return that made her blush and squeal. She was so filled with joy to possibly be able to set eyes on him once more but at the same time, she was so nervous. Nervous enough to make her train’s race through her heart cavities, making her hear the poundings of the rails in her ears, as they raced in circles. But she knew too well what was making these trains go, which just made her ears flush with the fight of it away and to keep it close.

Makoto. How he did things to her she was not proud of.

Shuuji was leaning against the door frame that lead into the living room from the foyer, waiting for her, phone in hand. As she laughed when her feet crashed into the foyer wood floors, he laughed himself. This small date they planned for themselves was finally the catching up they had to do. They loved each other, so dearly. He was the older brother that would do anything for his younger sister, while she protected him regardless of her nature. Though all of this was hard for them to do. She was always in and out of hospitals and still in high school. While he was off at his prestigious college getting himself in the Olympics and going places far beyond her reach. Regardless, they still made time for one another’s company, may it be small or large, they still had the back of the other to lean on. They were putting their shoes on together sitting on the ledge of the step towards the door, when their mother came bursting in from the backyard door in the living room. Running over, she handed Shuuji cash for the outing straight out of her purse. Even though he protested, their mother shoved them out the door with a wave as the last shoe was buckled on.

With a fist of cash, filled with giggles, the two of them ran away down the street. Laughing at their mothers actions to pushing them out the door before their father saw them; it was kind and very silly of her. With the countless amounts of destinations they had in mind to go, to start it off clean the two slipped into an ice cream parlor and sat in a calm park, enjoying each others company. Their skin sat against the hot metal chairs at the matching glass top table, surrounded by a hovering umbrella blocking out the sun. The mid-summer heat blazed with surrounding crickets that tuned their legs to the waving rays that shined past them. The big floppy hat that was sitting upon [Name]’s head, was now sitting on the table along with their happy feelings. They ate their ice cream in silence though their eyes laughed when something in the distance they were both watching, amused them. In the moment when all content was risen, and the two decided to talk one on one, nothing interrupting them kindly, [Name] felt too warm for her tastes. Amazingly, in the 90 degree weather she would normally be cold, but with all the excitement brewing inside her, it was quite the opposite. With the sun beating against her back, she started to unbutton her sweater that lay on her shoulders.

Shuuji lifted an eyebrow when his gazes set upon her. Taking off layers for her was unheard off especially in the heat; she dwelled in the heat always and her sweaters. “Are you… hot?” His spoon waved around in the air as he spoke, just as amazed that her sweater was going to be taken off and most likely wrapped around her waist. He was obviously dressed in much less clothing than she was. He hated the heat, and every time he looked at her when her tick sweaters and jackets when it was a billion degrees in the atmosphere, he shuddered and couldn’t stand looking at all the protecting pieces of cloth.

She nodded her head. Spoke no words. With the last button undone with thinned fingers, she sighed with happiness, slightly pushing the cashmere off her shoulders, where the sweater fell to her elbows. Hugging around her lower back, the sun now intruded on her pale cream shoulders. It crept into her pours where it speeded her trains in her veins, to speed around in the heat that spread like ink in her blood. It actually caused chills throughout and tiny Goosebumps rose on her skin, not before a huge shiver of her body as she squealed with closed eyes. The heat, how it was more wonderful than anything on the planet. Well, not as perfect as the man that invaded her thoughts, but the heat was always there to make her happy no matter what.

When she didn’t hear a laugh from Shuuji because of her silly squeal delight from heat, she opened her eyes to reveal a slight mischievous glare and lift of a brow. She pouted at the sight of his gazes that set upon her and she raised her shoulders in defense. He huffed in utter disbelief, “Seriously?” He set his elbow on the table, where he then waved his spoon again but with time in the direction of her chest. “Okay, what’s the occasion?”

Blinking a few times in confusion, her eyes followed the spoon where they settled down to her chest. The flowing white silk tank top, set tight around her breasts causing her cleavage and the bra she choose today to push them slightly more up than normal. It might have been the silk against the cotton bra, but the tank top now fell more down revealing more than she hoped. She had always been larger than most girls. Mainly because of her mother inheritance of lovely bosoms and English genes. It was really nothing she was proud of, but it was always something that settled right on her thin body. Though the contrast of her chest against that thin body, she always felt compelled to hide them behind baggy clothing and thick sweaters because they aren’t something a sick girl should have. But there she was, having them more than anyone in the universe and this tank top decided to give away what she wanted to tell Shuuji gently. Lifting her hands, that were covered with tan sweater, she pulled her tank top up with a blush. She continued to look down as she gripped the tank top to her balled fists. She sighed again, but this time wasn’t delight but more the sheer fact of her embarrassment that her brother had to set eyes on that. She lifted her eyes into his, which were now lighting up with the imagination of what she could possibly be dressing up like that, and he knew full well why. Pushing air quickly out between her lips, they vibrated together, making the fake horse call that children like to imitate. She quickly set her ice cream that was being held carelessly in her hands on the table, reaching for her bag that still settled on her shoulder and hip. Pulling out the culprit of all the answers, she threw the sheet of paper at Shuuji.

A sudden clap of hands together into a prayer position came together in front of [Name]’s face and she cried out. “I’m so sorry, Shuuji, but pretty, pretty please!” The furrowed brow that set across the table picked up the crimpled paper in his hands and unfolded it. When his eyes read over it, they widened. One corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk and the lights of the sun danced in his hazel eyes more than she had ever seen. She was taken aback from those eyes and her own eyes widened under his mysterious gaze.

After a couple moments, he set the paper on the table before standing to his feet, the back of his knees pushing against the chair. Slamming his hands on the table, he looked down at her and that smile that was so contagious for anything unstable, showed with compassion she had longed forgotten. “Well then… how about we get going?”

Those tiny words that fell from his lips caused [Name] to squeal louder than before as her face lit up something amazing Shuuji forgot himself. She jumped up from her chair, as it flew backwards behind her. She jumped about beside the table, screaming in her delight not long till she threw her arms on Shuuji in a hug causing the sweater than fell upon her elbows back to her shoulders. If he had to do anything right in his whole life, it was bringing her to this swim meet. Just from the look on her face as she jumped up and down next to his side, he had to agree to himself he was doing it all right. As he set her floppy hat back on her head, she looked up at him with cheeks flushed like a child’s while pulling down the sides of the hat down with her hands. Throwing away their empty containers of ice cream, she tucked her arm into Shuuji’s and she pulled him along to the lovely surprise meeting.

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It wasn’t long till the two showed up to the busy rustling swimming pool that was a train stop or two away. [Name] still had her arm tucked into Shuuji’s as she skipped along beside him, her hat waving in the rushes of air that passed by with the skips. Entering the bustling pool building brought back so many memories for the both of them, they beamed. It was so lovely to have nostrils be filled with chlorine again and the hearings of rushing bodies diving in water in the distance. She was literally shaking within her leather sandals that she chosen for the occasion, jumped up with each step. Yes, it was completely Makoto’s fault. She was going to set eyes on him again and be able to be near him in the once environment the two knew best. Just the thought made her cheeks flush brighter than she wanted to appear, but one small slap to her cheek caused all of those thoughts away before they continued. Don’t even think about it. She was scolding herself as they walked through the entrance to the actual outside pool itself. The sun sparkled against the water that had swimmers getting ready for their next timed match. [Name] felt the lift and fall of Shuuji’s shoulders as he sighed happily, from the final sight of it.

She laughed to herself, lifting her free hand over her mouth when she looked up at him. The complete bliss on his face was so silly that he couldn’t even notice he was practically drooling over sights he knew so well. She quickly elbowed him into the side, to get his attention and not to drool any more than he was. It was going to be a pretty embarrassing sight if she had to be seen with him, drooling. Though she didn’t feel like running away from it either. But just as he looked down a loud screamed filled the stadium, causing [Name] to look away from the distraught brother that was going to pinch her cheeks.

[NAME]!” There was Kou, waving in the stands right in front of her with her team of boys. She was leaning over the bleacher railing, arm frantically swaying to and fro, just to greet her over. The beautiful red eyes glittered as the sun beat against them along with the absolute pleasure to see the one person she wanted to see for this whole meet. Though just as Kou screamed [Name]’s name, a flash of blond jumped up next to the red head and screamed along with her in under exuberance. [Name] almost folded over in her own laughter as Nagisa screamed her over with his own jumping up demeanor gripping the metal railing in front of him. Oh, just looking at him was enough to want to jump into his arms and have one of those normal circle hugs in the air.

Pulling on Shuuji’s arm, guiding him to the bleachers they climbed the steps; they were almost immediately bombarded with hugs. First it was Nagisa, mainly because he pushed Kou out of the way and jumped on [Name] before she could react. He instantly picked her up in his arms in a rushing movement, resting her body against his and he squeezed. She almost screamed, when most of the air was forced out of her, but he set her to her feet in no time. In the time of a sweet embrace from Nagisa, Shuuji had been reunited with an old friend. Goro, the old swim instructor of the swimming club was sitting there next to an older woman in very casual clothing. With cone in hand and the obvious shaved star of the side of his head, Shuuji could not mistake the old teacher for anything less. When the two locked eyes, they yelled each other’s names with an embrace of their own. It was all so swift and quick moving that this all happened within the spilt seconds in their minds.

After some time there was much more greetings and explanations to be done. It was then when [Name] was introduced to Rei, the newest member. They shook hands and she smiled up at him. The adorable red rimmed glasses settled on his nose kinder than anything she had ever seen while those amethyst eyes bared into her that she couldn’t help but smile without thinking. They were just so beautiful. She could have sworn he blushed a bit, but the thing that caught the corner of her eyes more was Haru. Tick. He was glaring. Again. Of course. Tick. Why does it always have to be her? She wanted to explain. She didn’t want him to hate her anymore. Tick. It was the last straw. Haru couldn’t handle her face anymore and that smile that deceived everyone even his best friend. He stood to his feet and Kou screamed after him as he left the team who was still in the mists of their greetings. While Kou questioned why Haru just got up all of a sudden and left, [Name] threw her hands up in front of Kou and explained not to worry about it. It was the truth though. There was really no time to explain it all, and Kou could read it off [Name]’s face. They would be sitting there forever with that one story, which haunt her for days to come.

In the background, Shuuji and Goro were arm in arm, bellowing about her brothers beautiful win of silver in the Olympics. This clearly caught all the attention of everyone around. As they praised him, Shuuji cursed the judge that gave him the remark that made him fail for gold. He hung his head low as Goro patted his back in reassurance. All the while this was happening, [Name] was not paying attention. There was one body that did not greet her the way she wished. She scanned the bleachers with the tight clench of her jaw and the fidget hold of her purse strap over her shoulder. Where is he…?

“He’s swimming right now, [Name].” Kou hushed voice filled her ears. This caused her to jump and the air in her lungs to stagger, while she threw her body around to face Kou. With a smirk of her own, Kou threw her head to the side revealing a tall brunette setting a rubber cap on his head standing near a starting block.

There he was, stretching his large arms causing the back behind him to lift in all the tense of his muscles. As one of those fingers pulled down the goggles over his eyes that would always cause her to shudder within herself and melt, her breath was caught from her throat. Kou stared at the face that now resided on [Name]’s face and she was dumbfounded. She never saw a face like that in her life time, one filled with the ambition of love. Little did she know, it was all forbidden and would only cause the pain for everyone around them. But Kou blushed herself, as [Name] whole world stopped just by looking at him. Taking a quick step to the bleacher railing, Makoto talked to the man holding the stop watch and there was a sudden sensation to do the unspeakable. Her hand glided over the top metal railing, with her step towards the stairs to the lower floor, her eyes planted on Makoto and his deep breath of relaxation. The closer she got, the deeper the feeling of her trains settling in her skin. They turned her into a feather of all feeling, floating through the crowds making her gravitate to the force that continued to pull her closer. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of his block, no official taking notice to her lifeless corpse. He was already in the water, unnoticing the soothing looks while the official voiced the starting of the race.

RACERS GET READY!


“Makoto,” It was swift in the motions of her body bending down, she leaned her folded body over the concrete block that his hands were gripping. Her sweater was once again fallen from her shoulders, wrapped around her elbows. Just the words of her voice saying his name caused those green covered eyes to look into the iced chilled blue snow eyes and the seconds that stood still gave the moment to speak the words forever said.

GET SET!


“It’s silly for me to be here again. Sitting at your block looking down at you in that position, but…” Her cheeks brightened as his head shot down with the tuck of his starting curl. The exhale of a complete innocent wonder sounded from her mouth as those little words from all forgotten past were sounded that always made him shiver. “I’ll be waiting here for you, always in the end.”

There sounded the gun shot.

"Go, Makoto."
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SURPRISE GUYS!


Well then... This was very interesting to write. Haha. I literally write this whole thing listening to Katy Perry's new album Prism and it was so good.

I really hoped to finish this on the deadline I promised for. Which is tonight, the 23rd/24th. BUT UGH. KEEP WRITING I TOLD MYSELF! I was writing this thing full utter speed, and I can not believe myself. Haha.

If any of this is dry, blame something... I have no idea because my brain is literally mush right now. I know there will be some major editing tomorrow morning when I am not speed writing. Hhahaha
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Anyways GOODNIGHT! Jeeze, so many of you scolded me to get some sleep and yet here I am depriving myself of more because I was utterly addicted to writing this chapter! HAH!

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“Rei! Your form is perfect!” You shouted as he got up from the cold water. Water dripped off of him as he took off his cap and goggles smiling at you.

“I presume it would be (f/n)-san.” He retorted as you scoffed. getting up from sitting on the pool side you walk up to him giving him your hand to help him up. He took it and you pulled him up with some trouble.

Giving him his glasses he thanked you and put them on fixing them like he always did. Smiling at him you tug on his hand to get his attention.

Why were you so close to him? Well you first met him by witnessing his perfect jumps at his track meets when you would walk home. You ran to him one day and said his form was perfect and just stuck to him when you would always encourage him and be in awe every time.

“Hm?” He hummed as he brought a towel to his hair and then rested it on his neck.

“Want to go grab something to eat? I forgot to eat my lunch today and im really hungry!” Moaning on the last word your jump and try to drag the taller male with you as he stood there.

Fixing his glasses again his face flushed at your words and nodded. “Might as well. I need to get dressed so wait.” He said and stalked to the changing room.

You hummed to yourself sitting on the ledge of the pool kicking the water with your bare feet. grabbing your socks and shoes you threw your legs over to the ground to quickly dry them and put on your socks and shoes.

Finishing you stood up and walked over to the changing room to see why Rei was taking forever.

Peeking in you saw him with no swimwear on while slowly putting on his underwear. Blushing you rushed away from the open door and held your face from your face becoming hot. ‘Why did I peek on him if I knew he was changing?!’ Yelling inside your mind you slumped down the wall waiting for the blue haired hottie.

After a few more minutes of freaking out and talking to yourself, Rei appears dressed in casual clothes rather than his uniform. Cocking your head you give him a questioning look.

He caught on to your look and smirked. “Well I can’t just go out to eat with a rather good looking girl in my uniform right?” Blushing you stood up quickly and smiled.

“I guess!” ‘Why is he acting so differently?’ You thought and grabbed your bag. Rei was ahead of you so you ran to his side and clung to his arm like you usually did to mess with him.

“(f/n) Where would you like to eat?” Rei said after a few minutes of walking down the sidewalk. You were thinking about something and didn’t really know what you wanted to eat.

“How about some sushi?” You asked him. He nodded and the both of you kept walking to your destination.

Reaching the place he opened the door for you so you walked in first heading up to the lady behind the counter.

“Two specials on sushi please!” Ordering, the lady smiled and looked at the both of you and nodded heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll pay.” Rei said scaring you since he was so quiet behind you. Hearing a rustling noise, he took out his wallet making you feel sad as he was paying for your meal.

“You don’t have to pay for me! I’ll pay for myself.” Begging him to stop made him shake his head and take the correct money out setting it on the counter. A frown showed on your face as you turned your body towards the male crossing your arms on your chest.

He looked at you and blushed a little. “I want to do it. Don’t be so hasty (f/n).” You then stopped your little pout fest and turned back to the counter as the lady came out taking the money and you grabbed the food to rush to a table.

Hearing Rei chuckle you smile as you opened the box to see your dish full of all different kinds of sushi you could imagine. Grabbing the chopsticks you rub them and then break them apart making sure they were even before digging into your food.

Rei dug into his food to right after you did. The both of you did not talk throughout the meal as you had food in your mouth.

“Ahh~” You moan in pleasure from the delicious food you ate. Looking up you saw his purple eyes following your movements. Blushing your hands scramble all over your face. “D-do I have something on my face?” You asked as he smiled and shook his head.

“No. I was just staring at how perfect your are.” Your mouth dropped at his comment as he blushed realizing what he had just said. Fixing his glasses he coughed and looked away.

~Timeskip~

The next day was saturday as you just woke up groaning and stretching your sore muscles from sleeping. Getting yourself dressed for the day you looked at your phone and saw you had a text from Rei. Blushing, you remembered how he acted yesterday made your heart thump a little.

To: (f/n)
From: Rei~

Want to go swimming today? I’ll be at the beach today with my friends. I want you to meet them if you are alright with it.

Bringing a hand to your heated face you texted back.

To: Rei~
From: (f/n)

Sure! I’ll be there soon~

Putting your phone down you grab your clothes for the day and run to the bathroom to take a long shower.

Getting out of the shower you look in the mirror examining your face and body. Nodding your head you put on your swimsuit which was a black with (f/c) striped halter like top and a pair of black with (f/c) striped swimming shorts to match. To put over it was a big t-shirt you stole from a friend of yours that had a shark on it. You then put your hair into a high ponytail.

Walking out of the bathroom you grab your cellphone to stuff it into a small bag and a towel to bring. “Im heading out mom, dad!” You yell heading to the front door putting on your shoes.

~Timeskip~

The beach was pretty empty since it was still early but you liked it that way since it was more quiet. Fishing your phone out of your bag you call Rei finding out where he is.

“Hello?” A voice answered.

“Rei! Im at the beach. Where are you?” You answered back.

“Over by the big rock that people like to jump off of.”

Nodding you hung up on him and walked to the big rock that everyone likes to jump off of to jump into the water from. You saw Rei standing there with his back to you with three other males running about.

Feeling a little subconscious now you slowly get there reaching Rei. You poked his shoulder gaining his attention.

He turned around with a flushed face looking at you. Fixing his glasses he grabbed your hand going over to the other males.

Rei coughed getting their attention. The brown haired male was a tall male as he looked to Rei and then you as he gave you a smile making you blush.

The Blonde haired male was smaller than everyone as he gave you a huge grin running to you. He reached you and grabbed your free hand. “Nice to meet you! You’re so pretty! Rei has been talking a lot about you!” He said as your face grew in color.

Finally the dark blue haired male looked at you and then back to the water with a unattached look on his face.

“Everyone this is (f/n). She will be with us today. Be nice to her alright?” Rei said and let go of your hand to walk under an umbrella they set down.

“Im Nagisa!” The blonde said as he gripped your hand tighter. His grip was strong for a small male. “Over there is Makoto!” He pointed to the tall male as he was freaking over the other male stripping off his clothes. “And the other taking off his clothes is Haruka.” Nagisa finished and tugged on your hand.

He dragged you to the water as you finally registered what he was doing. Stopping him you took your hand from his and looked at him. “Wait! I need to take this shirt off first!” You then walked to your bag that was conveniently next to Rei. You stripped it off to reveal your swimsuit and ran into the water with Nagisa, Makoto and a Haruka acting like a dolphin.

~Timeskip AGAIN~

“That was so much fun!” Screaming as you got out of the water you rushed to your bag to get your towel to see Rei walking behind you as he too got out of the water.

“Hey Rei! Thank you for inviting me today.” Setting the towel down you got down on the sand and laid on the towel looking up at Rei.

“It was no problem. I would have to say it was fun and I am glad I invited you.” He said and he too laid on his towel next to you. The others were still in the water enjoying the one-time sunshine before fall started.

“(F/n)” Rei said. You turned your head slowly getting up on your elbows looking at Rei. His face was a little red. “I wanted to bring you here to tell you something” He finished as he looked like he was still in thought.

“What is it?” You asked wanting to know what he wanted.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” He blurted out with his face flushed making you flush in response.

“S-sure!” Feeling dumb on your reaction you mentally slapped yourself and smiled at Rei.

His composure fell and he leaned closer to you to bring his face close to yours. “Im glad. Like I said yesterday you are too perfect and I like perfection.” He whispered into your ear and leaned back.
Rei is a little cootie pootie.
Did I get his personality right? He seems to joke sometimes and it a logical sounding guy right?
Oh well.

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(Name) gazed at the snow piled outside. It had been snowing for two days straight, non-stop, and with no signs of stopping. The town was covered in a gentle tone of white, making it seem as if someone had accidentally dropped a bag of flour. Despite the beautiful scenery, it was extremely cold and, for someone as sensible to cold weather as (Name) was, this was totally unpleasant.

With a frown on her lips, she put on another layer of clothes; she was already wearing two sweaters and the cold didn’t seem to leave her alone. This was intolerant! How many more sweaters should she wear to stop the cold to bother her? That was when she decided to wear one more, making a total of four. (Name) had worn a pair of high stockings and her uniform skirt – she couldn’t believe she was wearing a skirt with such a cold weather, but it was the code of her school so it couldn’t be helped. She then put her jacket uniform and her favorite winter jacket. Taking her school bag with her, she left her room to eat her breakfast.

On the kitchen, she took a toast and started to eat it. (Name) was alone there; her parents were probably getting ready for work and had breakfast before her. Gazing at the clock, she noticed she still had time to eat her food. With luck, she would catch Rei and Nagisa on the way, since she lived near school.

Finishing her food, she put her hat, the scarf and gloves. (Name) shouted an “I’m leaving, see you later!” from the stairs and left her house. The cold wind blew onto her face, freezing her.
Shivering, she started to walk to school. “Good luck, me.” she muttered beneath her muffler.




As she was almost reaching the school gates, she spotted Rei and Nagisa not too far ahead of her. They were talking, also wearing hot jackets, hats and mufflers. Seeing them, (Name) smiled and hurried her steps to reach them. She immediately thought of something and a mischievous smile bloomed on her lips. She was finally going to get warmer! Reaching towards Nagisa’s waist, she hugged him from behind, making him shriek.

“Huh? (Name)-chan?” He called and looked at her, puzzled at her actions.

Nagisa was slightly smaller than (Name), something that (Name) was proud of and sometimes used to make fun of him.

“…Cold… Need… Kotatsu*…” It was the only words the blonde boy heard, which immediately made him realize what was going on. (Name) was freezing; with no surprise there when the weather was so cold.

With a giggle, he took her hand and looked at her. “Let’s go inside, then, shall we?”

(Name) only nodded in response, her eyes sparkling with the thought of finally getting warmer.

The three friends got inside and (Name) immediately let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness… It’s so warm here.” She said and took off her gloves.

“You really are sensitive towards cold, are you?” Rei asked, taking off his gloves and hat.

“Yes. Just thinking about it makes me shiver.” She said, laughing. People around her were all in groups, probably to diminish the cold. Being in groups was so much better; and she was proud she had friends to warm her up. It was the best feeling ever. Whenever she was cold, some of them would lend her their jackets to make her feel better. “Guess I wasn’t made to feel the cold. It’s weird, though. The snow is so beautiful, but as soon as the winder starts I feel like close myself inside of something warm to keep me alive.”

“If you were to go to Alaska you wouldn’t survive.” Haruka said behind her, making her turn her head. She then saw him with Makoto; they had just arrived.

(Name) giggled. “Guess you’re right. Good morning!” She smiled and then noticed that Makoto was just in the same condition as her: shivering non-stop. “Makoto, are you okay?” she asked, even if she knew the answer. Of course he wasn’t okay.

“I’ll be fine in s-s-s-some t-t-t-t-ime, d-d-don-t-t-t-t wor-r-r-r-ry…” He stuttered and forged a smile; (Name) noticed how his cheeks and the tip of his nose were rosy from the cold. It made him look so cute she started to feel her own cheeks getting warmer.

“C-come, let’s search for a place to get ourselves warmer.” She said, inviting him. He only nodded, keeping his hands inside his pockets. God, he really is cold, she thought. As they started walking towards their classroom, she remembered she had to go to her locker to grab her English book. “Oh, can you go without me? I have to go to my locker.”

“It’s okay, I’ll go with you.”

“But Makoto you’re freezing, go warm yourself up; I’ll be fast.”

“No, it’s no problem at all, I’ll keep you company.” He insisted.

(Name) looked at him for some time and then cracked a smile.

“Fine. But don’t die of hypothermia on the way, okay?”

Makoto laughed, same as (Name), and both parted ways from the other members of the swimming club. As they walked, she noticed that Makoto was walking side by side with her, and she noticed their height difference once again. She had always dreamt that, on a distant future, a boyfriend as tall as him would walk side by side with her, just as they were doing. Her cheeks grew hot once again with the though and she tried not to gaze at him. Because, thanks to those thoughts, (Name) started to develop feelings for Makoto. He was so gentle, so caring and an amazing person; someone she never thought she could ever met in her whole life. She didn’t know why, but comparing to Nagisa, Rei, Haruka, or even Rin, Makoto was always the one to help her whenever she needed help. The other ones were caring as well, but with Makoto things felt different. He was someone who she always wanted to see. Because it would make her day a million times better.

Arriving at her locker, she took out her key and opened it.

“Ah, by the way, (Name)” Makoto spoke, making the girl look up at him. He took a book from his bag. “Do you mind keeping this book on your locker? I forgot my key and I’m not going to need it today.”
“It’s fine. Keep it here.”

As she grabbed his book, she touched his hands and she noticed how cold they were.

“Makoto, your hands are freezing.” She said and, after keeping the book on her locker, she grabbed his hands. “I thought you were wearing your gloves!”

“My mom put them on the washer and I didn’t have a spare, so…” Makoto trailed off and laughed. (Name) couldn’t believe this guy. She thought he wasn’t this careless with himself; apparently he cared more about others than himself.

“Compared to my hands, yours are really warm…” He said and squeezed her hands, interlacing his fingers with hers. (Name) observed him, amused, as he kept on squeezing her hands as if they were some sponge. What was he doing? She noticed how manly and well-cared his hands were; the texture of them was smooth, it felt really good to feel his skin on hers. There was a tickling feeling on the pit of her stomach that was making her want to giggle. She restrained it, not wanting to make him think she was crazy.

“Your hands are so small; look at this.” Makoto observed; an amused smile plastered on his face as he put his hand beneath hers. The difference was obvious. As he was taller than her, his hand was also bigger than her. (Name) couldn’t stop thinking how cute the difference in sizes was.

Yaoi hands.” She teasingly muttered, not wanting anyone but him to hear.

“HUH?!” He shouted and the students that were nearby all looked at them. (Name) started laughing, her laugh muffled by her scarf, as Makoto blushed from ear to ear. “What are you saying?!” He asked in a mutter, completely shocked with what she had just said.

“I was just joking! Don’t need to blush that much.” (Name) stuck her tongue out and he sighed in relief.

“Seriously… But why yaoi hands? I don’t get it.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know. Forget it.”

“Okay…” He said and sighed again. He then noticed they were still holding hands but, instead of letting her go, he squeezed both hands of hers and giggled. “Your hands are so warm I don’t want to let go of them just yet.”

(Name) felt her cheeks grow hot and she smiled awkwardly. “Then if you continue to squeeze them like that I’ll get my hands cold.”

“In that case, I’ll warm them up for you.” Makoto said and looked at her in the eyes. Her cheeks flushed red and she gulped. (Name) felt her soul melt as he continued to stare at her in the eyes and she tried to resist. Damn it, I can’t avoid his eyes. I can’t even let go of his hands and run away! Endure. I have to endure. I must… fight…

“Are you cold?” He asked, squeezing her hands.

“I… don’t know…” she answered in a low tone, almost breathless. Makoto gave her a confused look and she hurried to explain. “I mean, I am… No! I…”

Makoto smiled and took her hands on his towards his lips. (Name) was steaming. Her heart started to race faster than usual as she saw him kiss her hands. She tried to take them away from his grasp, but she didn’t have the strength to do so. (Name) was officially dead.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked breathlessly and he looked at her. Makoto saw how red her face was and cracked a smile.

“I’m warming your hands. Thought they say who has cold hands has a warm heart but…”

(Name) tilted her head. “So it’s better if I have cold hands…?”

“Hm… I think so. Yeah. If you have cold hands you have a warm heart.”

Does this means something else? (Name) thought and couldn’t shake the idea off. What was he trying to say?

“Makoto…” She started but then, meeting his eyes, she got lost again. I see. It’s how it is. She was in love with him but, since she didn’t know how he felt about her, she felt like things needed to be clear between them. But… “Then,” she started, having another idea. She was going to get him by another way. “If I have warm hands and a cold heart, what happens?”

Makoto was taken aback with her words but didn’t take long to give an answer. And (Name) didn’t expect what he said next.

“If ever, ever, ever that happens,” he held her hands again and intertwined his fingers with hers, gazing at her eyes. “I’ll be the one to melt that ice.”

Time seemed to pass by fast, because none of them unlocked gazes. It was their moment, and (Name) felt as if her main question, about his feelings, had been answered. It wasn’t a clear answer, though, but it sure was something. With that, she thought that perhaps her doubts about what he honestly was feeling towards her would be cleared someday. Someday soon.

Then, someone came rushing through the door, muttering “I can’t believe I overslept; I’m so late!” and both realized they were also late. Their eyes popped wide-open at the sudden realization.

“We’re late!” They shouted at the same time.

Makoto stretched out his hand and, hand in hand, they both run to class laughing like a pair of kids.
Kotatsu: I'm sure you had seen countless times on anime - it's a heated blanketed coffee table (like this: www.spoon-tamago.com/wp-conten…. I wish I could have one...

SO. YAY. HERE WE ARE again.
There's a saying in my country that says "quem tem mãos frias tem o coração quente". Translating that: who has colds hands, has a warm heart, and that's why I wrote this one-shot. It's kind of cute; I think I never really thought about this, though, but someone said this to me a few days ago (I always have my hands cold on winter and, no matter what, I can't get them hot. Don't ask me why) and then I had this idea. Like, why not? Let's write some after-Christmas Makoto x Reader fluff with this! I think I did okay; though I'm not really satisfied with the final result as always. Is it good? I hope it is.

Ah, btw, I'm really happy that so many people liked my previous one-shot; seriously guys, you made my kokoro go doki doki. Cries. 

And I'll try to be back asap with new one-shots and stories! 
I don't know if I'll post something before New Year, but if not, Happy New Year everyone!:happybounce:  I wish you the best for the next year!
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