➰ I'll Be Your Soldier ➰ {A MakoHaru Fanfic}

➰ Chapter Two ➰

I honestly don't know what happened in the last part of this chapter, I think I was high off lasagna. Like honestly, I don't even know what physics is so I should just shut up about things that I don't know about T.T

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in this cause I was too lazy to proof read all of this. BOOP. I'm also sorry if everyone is OOC (especially Haru) but I'm trying to add in some comedy even though I suck at it DX

ENJOY!!

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That incident was over two weeks ago.

After watching the small black haired teen run off, the giant green hot tamale (a.k.a Makoto Tachibana) had wanted to chase after him and ask him why he looked so disappointed. The way those sapphire blues had welled up with tears in the corners of those hugely adorable looking eyes left an uncomfortable feeling in the brunettes stomach that bordered on painful, almost bringing him to tears as well. He hated that he couldn't help the poor teen feel better about what had happened, and seeing the way he had clutched the book to his chest almost protectively, he could easily notice that the book meant a lot to him in every way possible.

He hated it when others cried in general, so he would occasionally let a small smile slip onto his face in hopes of cheering them up, which was probably ninety-nine percent of the time. And out of those ninety-nine percents, he would have succeeded in making them a lot more chirpier than they were before, but that wasn't the case with this one.

This one had just run off before he could pull his 'cheer up' grin, which caused Makoto to frown.

Makoto would do anything to make that beautiful boy smile for him. Would do anything to see those doe eyes crinkle at the corners and watch as a pink flush slowly creep onto his pale cheeks. The way those cheery blossom lips would pull back into a smile, oh how would his smile look like? Would it be huge and snarky or soft and gentle? Would there even be a blush on his face or not? Although, he wouldn't doubt it would be a cute sight to see.

And with all of those questions in his head, Makoto had repeatedly looked around for the teen, which he had nicknamed as Mr. McDreamy for his big blue eyes. He knew it was corny, but he had no idea what his actual name was so he simply made one up for him in his head. But Mr. McDreamy seemed to always know when he was looking for him because multiple times he had seen him and multiple times he had lost sight of him by his graceful dodging and weaving around places he never knew were even on the school campus. After those multiple times, he always sulked for a short amount of time, which worried his friends because Makoto never sulked, before becoming his usual cheerful self.

And right now was another one of his sulking sessions, having been out searching for the teen in between classes and coming up with nothing. He proceeded to bang his forehead down on top of the lunch table with heavy thumps before stopping after the seventh time, a low groan sounding a few seconds later.

"Did one of your precious babies take a dump on your breakfast this morning, Mother?"

Makoto looked up from abusing his head, a large red mark adorning his forehead and he lightly rubbed the area with his fingertips. Makoto let out another groan, already feeling an oncoming headache from all of the banging. Looking to where he heard the voice come from, Makoto only saw a flash of red before the other male sat down next to him, his plastic bento box clacking against the table loudly before he turned his head in Makoto's direction, a burgundy eyebrow arching in question. Red hair framed an angular face, looking as if the redhead himself chopped up his hair instead of going to the barber shop like normal people would do. But considering the way the males teeth were very similar to that of a sharks and the way his crimson eyes practically glared holes into everyone's heads, not many would think he was 'normal'.