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To Rapunzel. 9:34 a.m.
Makki, you up?
From Rapunzel. 9:36 a.m.
Mattsun? Yeah? Everything alright?
To Rapunzel. 9:36 a.m.
Can you send me your location?
From Rapunzel. 9:37 a.m.
What? Why?
To Rapunzel. 9:37 a.m.
I'm in Tokyo.
From Rapunzel. 9:37 a.m.
WHAT?
He did end up sharing his location with Matsukawa. It led Mattsun to a house, a relatively simple home. A tall, lean man walked out of the house with long dark hair, a Roman nose, and thin lips. Quite angry, he walked past Matsukawa as he studied him, judging. Who does this man think he is?
He walked through the gate and to the now-open door. "Hanamaki?". He peeked inside and heard a stifled sob. Out of instinct, Matsukawa rushed inside. He searched for the room Hanamaki was in, and when he found it, he collapsed next to his crying friend. Hugging Makki felt nostalgic. It made Mattsun feel stupid for pushing him away after all they'd been through together. Hanamaki clutches at Mattsun's clothed back, gasping and choking on sobs. "It's alright. It's alright". Matsukawa brought his hand to Makki's nape and stroked the short hair.
As Hanamaki sobbed uncontrollably into his friend's shoulder, Matsukawa couldn't do anything than try to calm him down. "Do you want to talk about it?". He asked awkwardly, bringing his hand to the top of Makki's head and petting his hair.
"Not now", he answered with a trembling voice. Matsukawa hummed and leaned against the closest wall, making them shift positions. Makki is now crying on Matsukawa's chest and Mattsun's back against the wall.
They stayed that way for a long time until Makki sighed shakily. "I just got dumped". He backed up a little bit to look at Matsukawa. He saw a tear falling from Makki's cheek and instinctively reached to wipe it off. "I- I knew it was coming, I knew it. But it still hurt". He stuttered. Mattsun frowned and hugged the man again.
Matsukawa's elbow was aching from being propped against the wall, his other arm holding his friend. He was slightly uncomfortable sitting that way, but he didn't care if it meant his best friend was safe and sound.
"And about us", Mattsun raised an eyebrow as Hanamaki sat up to look at him, "I want to know why you never contacted me". Ah.
Makki swallowed a strangled noise and started talking again. "You told me nothing could come between us, but I tried messaging you". He frowned. "Hell! I even asked Oikawa and Iwaizumi about you anytime we talked. But I never heard anything from you… What happened?".
Mattsun brought his hand to Makki's cheek to wipe a tear off. "I promise we can talk about this, but not right now. I'll be staying here all week, so I promise we'll talk about this, okay?". He nodded.
Mattsun dried what was left of Makki's tears. "Now come on, close the door before anyone robs you".
He snorted and stood up. He walked to the entrance, locked the door, and placed his keys on a little plate shaped like an orange on top of the shoe rack.
Naturally, he stayed the night there. He tried to sleep on the couch, but it was very uncomfortable. Makki also looked like he needed company that night, so he asked if he could sleep next to him.
"Of course, dumbass. I told you the couch was uncomfortable". Makki responded, but not with his usual sass and smirk. No. A fond smile and brightest eyes were visible on his face, or at least what he could see of them in the dark. Huh.
He walked over to the bed as Makki held the blanket up for him to get in.
They didn't stay too close, only Makki's hand next to Matsukawa's torso, occasionally touching him unconsciously. Not that Matsukawa was against it. On the contrary, frankly, he felt safe. Just how he had hoped he made Takahiro feel.
Wait, when had it become "Takahiro"? It had always been "Makki", at the very least, "Hanamaki".
Why had he suddenly called him Takahiro?
Clearly, he didn't sleep much after that.