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The time of year has come. Girls were posting all over social media their dresses. People are recording the proposals they get. Everybody is getting jittery, hoping that the person they like would ask them or were gathering the courage to ask. It's one of the, if not the most anticipated event in high school. Prom.
Haru stood in the line of the cafeteria retrieving Iwatobi bread for Nagisa. He normally wouldn't do this for the blonde, Makoto would always be the one to buy it for Nagisa instead of himself but today Nagisa insisted that he should go while Makoto stayed on the roof with them. He knew that they were probably scheming something that they didn't want Haru to know. He had no clue what they were scheming, but he didn't care as long as nobody, especially Makoto, gets hurt.
Of course, Haru wouldn't mind getting the bread for Nagisa if it weren't for the ridiculously long line of people. He only has to retrieve bread why does he have to wait in line with people actually getting lunch? At this rate, it would reach the end of lunch by the time he returned to the roof.
Behind him, a group of girls were giggling and whispering to each other.
"Yeah, my dress is really pretty. It's white with sequins and is one of those high-low dresses," one of the girls gushed.
"Do you have a picture?" another one asked.
"Unfortunately not yet, it's coming in next week," she answered, "But I'm so excited for prom!"
All the girls squealed in agreement as Haru rolled his eyes. He didn't feel anything particular towards Prom it was just another social event he would most likely not attend. Besides, it was formal and Haru hated wearing suits and tickets were just too expensive. Yeah, definitely not his cup of tea.
"Hey, are you going with anybody?" one of the girls asked.
"I am! My boyfriend is taking me! Still waiting for that promposal though..."
"Lucky! I had to ask the cute guy from Class 3 to go with me..."
"Ugh, I'm so jealous! I wish I had the courage to ask cute guys to prom!"
"Me too! Though, I still have hope that my crush will ask me..."
Haru could feel the girl being shoved into him as her friends cornered her.
"Who are you hoping would ask you?"
"Ah, it's not that big of a deal I doubt he'll actually ask me..."
"Who?" they asked again.
The girl gave into the pressure lowering her voice even more and probably blushing as she said, "Well I really want to go with Tachibana-kun..."
Haru felt like his whole world flipped on his suddenly. He was tempted to whip around and join in on the conversation. He wanted to tell the girl off, tell her that Makoto would absolutely not go with her because the brunette wouldn't go to prom unless he went. Because who else would Haru spend the night with if everybody else went?
"Tachibana-kun? You mean the hot guy from Class 2?" one of the girls gasped.
"Shh quiet down his best friend is right there in front of us!" the girl hissed.
"Yeah, yeah, Nanase-kun wouldn't care. He's not interested in that kind of stuff but Tachibana-kun is!"
Haru bit his lip. They're right. Makoto would love to go to prom. It was the kinda thing Makoto would love to go to. Makoto would love to go to prom, and all the previous years they skipped because Haru didn't want to.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Tachibana-kun would say yes if you asked him!" a girl reassured.
Haru's heart was beating realizing that he's been selfish all these years and now it's their senior year and Haru was planning on skipping again. He couldn't do that to his best friend. Not when he knew Makoto would love to go.
The line was finally moving allowing Haru to retrieve the bread. Just by looking at it gave Haru cavities. As he turned to the much shorter line to pay for the bread, music started blasting a little too loudly through the speakers. People in the cafeteria were suddenly standing, people were rushing into the cafeteria with banners and streamers. The group of people all gathered in an empty area between the cafeteria lines and the tables and started dancing. He immediately recognized the song that was playing. It was A Night to Remember from High School Musical 3. The song brought a wave of nostalgia over the black-haired boy, remembering those times when he was younger when he and Makoto watched the movie in Makoto's room and would sing along to the songs. In front of the group was a boy with blonde and blue eyes holding a fake microphone and lip-syncing the track as he danced. Haru couldn't believe that he was witnessing a flash mob in his own school.
There was a separate group of people gathered around taking photos and recording the event. And there was a second group of people, the girls from earlier, pushing a blue-haired girl who looked ready to cry towards the singer. The dancers suddenly assembled and held up signs that when they paused spelled out, "It's Gonna Be the Night to Remember. Prom?"
Suddenly the track stopped as the girl approached the boy.
"Reina, love of my life, would you go to prom with me?" the boy asked.
"Yes!" the girl cried as she ran up to him and kissed him, "Yes! Yes! Finally!"
Everybody in the room was captivated that all you could was applauding. Haru even found himself clapping along with the crowd. Haru felt his heart being suddenly lifted as he paid for Nagisa's lunch and left the cafeteria. That promposal and the conversation he had heard from the girls had changed Haru's mind. He was going to prom and he was going to be Makoto's date.
Wait, Haru froze as he headed up the stairs. He is going to be Makoto's date? Did that mean...?
The realization came unto him like it was the most natural thing that he immediately accepts it. He's probably always felt this way towards Makoto.
"Haru?"
The black-haired boy turned around to meet the eyes of the boy he just realized he's in love with. Haru lifted the bread.
"I got it for him."
Makoto smiled and Haru can't help but realize that he's always felt like he didn't know how to breathe until he's seen Makoto smile.
"Right, lunch is almost over Haru come up and let's eat," the brunette held out his hand.
Haru nodded as he took the hand allowing it to guide him up the stairs. He decided that it was too early to tell his best friend his feelings. Besides, he can think of the perfect promposal for Makoto.
"Haru, what are you smiling about?" Makoto asked.
Haru shrugged, "The weather outside is nice."
Makoto smiled, "I know right? It's great for swimming today. Too bad it's still too cold."
"Yeah," Haru agreed, letting the sun hit his face as the door to the roof opened, "Too bad."
That's a lie. He'd trade swimming anytime for more time with Makoto.