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Holding hands used to be a natural thing when they were little. Makoto was a sacredy-cat and Haru was his security blanket. It wasn’t so odd that the two little children walked everywhere holding hands like they were siblings.
But they weren’t and growing up often comes with childish behavior. The other children made fun of them, still holding hands like little girls, no wonder the girly names.
Holding hands were no longer natural and it felt awkward, but Makoto is still a sacredy-cat. Gripping Haru’s shirt with all his strength is better than walk alone in the dark. Fortunately is too dark for anyone to see.
Then there’s a moment when holding hands is natural again, even for a brief moment. Helping Haru out of the pool, the strength of the grip is heavy on both sides to prevent a fall, and Makoto is now stronger than when they were little kids. The grip prolongs a few seconds more than necessary every time, just a little before it turns awkward again, a little too early for the need of being together.
Is not really holding hands, but then Makoto is helping Haru all the time, offering his hand to help him out of the bath, the pool, to get up from the floor where they had lunch. Haru notices how big and warm is Makoto’s hand around his. It’s unspoken and yet they know, they need these little moments. Is not like when they were little, is there something more in the need of hold each other hand.
But is not enough for long. Under the table, outside in the cold weather, in the beach when no one is watching, they kiss, they hug, they hold hands. Is not longer awkward, it just something forbidden for two guys in love.