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It was quiet in the Tachibana house.
Yes, it was one of those rare days. The twins were not home because they were over at some friend’s birthday party. So the usually babysitting-duo of Makoto and Haruka was home alone that afternoon.
It was unusually quiet, but it was not uncomfortable.
Quite the opposite, if Haru were honest. He leaned back slighty on the couch and swallowed the rest of his sushi (self-made and with mackerel, of course). Yes, this was actually really nice, he thought. Don’t get him wrong. He loved the twins like they were his own siblings - which they probably were since everyone here already seemed to have him adopted. He was part of this family now. But sometimes those little devils were just that: little devils. And beside that: They never shut up. Haru himself isn’t really a talker but that never stopped them from trying.
Makoto is different. He could have a full conversation with Makoto without even saying a word and Mako just understood. And he let him be.
Just like today. They didn’t really do anything. They were basically just “lazying” around until they prepared something to eat for dinner (and without having to ask, Makoto just got the mackerel out of the fridge). And yet, Haru felt so good and satisfied like usually only a whole day at the pool did. He was simply happy. Maybe it didn’t show on his face but he was definitely smiling stupidly broad on the inside (like Nagisa always says). Just because he was with Makoto the whole time.
Ah, yeah, Makoto. He always felt better when the taller was around. Not only he did, everything felt better with Makoto around. And yeah, Haru wasn’t much of a talker but he thought, he should probably tell him exactly that more often. Or, you know, at least once. He was just so thankful to have him as a friend. And that Makoto let him be his friend. With that thought in mind - or not, because Haru actually stopped thinking - he leant over to the taller boy and kissed him on the cheek.
Just like that.
On pure impuls.
It was not much. More like a brush. Short and sweet and it was over as quickly as it started - and just as quickly, Haru realised what he just did.
He panicked for a moment. But then he didn’t, because, well, why should he? It had felt right, natural. It has felt as natural as water, in fact.
Huh, now that’s a new one.
Only it isn’t. Not really. It has always been like that with Makoto.
And as Haruka looked at Makoto now, he realised it was one of those moments again. Makoto understood. And he understood Makoto. And maybe they understood each other even better now.
So just like that, Haru turned back to his food and the still playing television. Like nothing has happened or changed between them.
Only that everything has.
