MakoHaru One-Shots

Where It All Began (Fluff)

A/N: I have been a very shitty writer and not writing lately which sucks! I've been a bit busy with school and my weird sleep schedule that is just ???? Anyway, I guess you guys can guess of what song I was listening to when this was written.

Background: Haru and Makoto are in their preteens by this point

POV: 1st Person (Makoto)

Maybe he's already asleep. Why did I have to call him at this hour?! He's probably not even going to answer.

Just as I was about to end the call, a voice from the other end rang through softly.

"Makoto?" Haru questioned with a hint of sleepiness to his voice.

"Oh! Haru! Hi!" I said, almost sounding too animatedly.

"Is something wrong?" Haru spoke with a tone of concern laced with his voice.

"Um, no not really. I just can't really sleep, so I called you," I said feeling a bit nervous, laughing a bit towards the end to not make it awkward.

I really didn't know why I felt nervous right now. Haru and I have been friends since we were children, so I don't see why I should be feeling nervous. Something about calling him at such an absurd time at night made my stomach twist and turn and my heart beat out of my chest.

"Oh," Haru said incomprehension,"I was having trouble sleeping too"

"Oh! I guess it's good that I didn't wake you up then," I said, laughing nervously.

"What do you want to talk about?" Haru asked patiently.

"I don't know. Really, anything," I responded.

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After some awkward exchanges, our conversation to a rather positive turn. It consisted of mostly me talking and Haru humming in agreement so that I know he's still awake.

"...it was actually pretty bizarre come to think of it. Dreams are really just movies made up in our mind, and..."

It may have seemed that I was rambling on and on, but with the rambling, the hurricane going on in my stomach slowly seemed to calm down. A weight was lifted off my shoulders with every word I spoke. A burden I didn't know I carried slid off my shoulders as a different feeling took place. It wasn't heavy, but I knew it was there. In fact, it didn't seem to have a mass– like thin air.

"I never thought of it like that," Haru input, actually sounding interested.

His words brought more of this feeling– the feeling from before. It was different and nice. It felt like the definition of euphoric. This feeling literally sunk its teeth and injected this venom characterised by intense excitement and happiness. Suddenly, something crossed my mind.

"Do you feel that, Haru?"

I'm probably being insane by asking this, but I couldn't help but ask. The thought wasn't necessarily gnawing at my insides or anything; it was just gently poking at my side. His words surprised me even if I didn't know what he'd say.

"Yeah," Haru said with sincerity wrapping around his words.

My next question startled me, and I'm the one asking it! It's like I couldn't contain my words anymore. It made me feel relieved.

"Is this the feeling you get when swimming?" I asked quietly, not even sure if he'd be able to hear me.

"No. It's a bit different," Haru said in response after a few seconds of thinking.

"How?"

"Well, when I swim, I feel like a weight is pulling me in. Like if a string was tied around waist, and wherever I'd go, it'd be tugging at me. When I'd get in the water, that string would seem to be pulling further in almost to the point where I was never going to be able to get out. It didn't feel bad though. It feels like my blood is cursing like rivers through my veins and a sudden rush goes through me and possesses me," Haru answered with a smile, or at least it seemed like it.

"Oh. That is much more different than this," I said, not being able to speak.

Finally, the word I was craving to find for so long to name this feeling sunk into my brain like when one puts their head on a fluffy pillow. It felt like a resolve. Maybe this will be the only time I'll feel this, but I'm glad it's happened.

"Haruka?" I said, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Haru answered softly.

"If we never feel this way again, do you promise to remember this?" I asked, an overwhelmingly large feeling of sleepiness overtaking me.

"With a feeling as unique as this and a person just as well, I don't think I'd be able to ever forget," Haru answered, mirroring my tone.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Goodnight, Makoto," Haru spoke with a gentle voice.

"Goodnight," I said, finally hanging up as the feeling from before seemed to slip away.

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A/N: Writing this felt so relieving for some reason. Anyway, try to figure out the song this was modelled by! I put some key words out throughout the story and even the title. I'm really proud of this chapter for some reason, but whatever. Hope this makes up for being absent for so long.