MakoHaru One-Shots

It's Getting Late (Sad/Fluff)

POV: 1st Person (Makoto)

I breathed in the cold air as it mercilessly stung my skin as I made my way home. In my half-asleep daze, I hadn't realised that I was far from my usual route. In fact, I didn't really know where I was. This easily caused my once relaxed muscles to tense and breath to shorten.

As long as Haru and Tobi are okay, you're okay.
As long as Haru and Tobi are okay, you're okay.
As long as Haru and Tobi are okay, you're okay.
As long as Haru and Tobi are okay, you're okay...

I kept reminding myself this as I took in my surroundings. It was already pretty dark and even more late than I probably realised. I could make out the lining of a few buildings– probably just a few businesses.

I felt myself become more rigid as the feeling of being followed made itself known. I knew there was no reason for anyone to follow me and that it was probably not the case, but I still couldn't help the uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. The footsteps seemed to grow considerably faster, causing me to instinctively quicken my pace. I was about to turn a corner until I felt a strong grip on my right shoulder. Instead of doing the logical thing of decking whoever it was in the face, I stood as still as physically possible. I noticed my heart beating right out of my chest as a nauseous feeling made its way into my senses and a lump of fear stood firm at my throat.

"Makoto," a voice breathed out, causing all the fear and nausea to go away.

I turned around and looked down at the heavily coated boy in front of me.

"You do realise that there are other ways in getting my attention than sneaking up behind me, right?" I said tiredly smiling down at the person with the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen.

"You walked right past the house," he said plainly, gently grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him as I followed.

I let my thoughts flood through my brain, immediately regretting not making conversation or at least making useless comments. I couldn't help but think about what could've happened if Haru never agreed to start the Iwatobi Swim Club with us. I don't think it would've even existed if it weren't for him. It really does seem like he never really did anything at all for the club to start. He was just our poster child. He was the one who carried the team. Seemingly.

I knew he did so much more than that. I still know that he put in a lot of effort, time, and patience into the club. Rei, Nagisa, and I are a tough bunch to deal with, what with having completely different personalities and interests. Not only did he have to deal with our problems, but he had to deal with Rin's and most importantly, his own. It just wasn't fair. People only get to know him for his talent, but they never get to meet him for who he actually is. I know I shouldn't be thinking this just now, but I'm tired and angry.

No one should be in such a position as he is. He doesn't like to admit it, but he was a mess during that time. Unknowing to many of our friends, he'd kept many feelings locked away from anyone's knowledge or thoughts. I know that he suffered, and I find myself fearing of that maybe happening to him again.

I got pulled out of my thoughts as I felt as if I was being pulled to a stop. Haru made his way in front of me and looked at me with his beautiful blue orbs.

"What's wrong?" Haru asked blatantly, letting me know that he was not up for a bullshit answer, as he would call it.

"I don't know. I'm just scared that you aren't okay. I'm scared that I'm not good enough and that I can't be what you want," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, the slight embarrassment making me more aware of the cold weather.

"I'm okay," Haru said simply, the two words being enough for my nerves to ease.

"Good," I said, pulling him towards me and wrapping him in my arms.

He pulled away slightly and tiptoed up, looking at me expectantly. I chuckled and leaned down, letting our lips meet as a familiar spark was lit between us. We stayed there for a while as we relished in each other's warmth. Afterwards, we made our way home and enjoyed a night of being with each other along with out small cat-child.

It's getting late,
and I cannot seem to find my way home tonight.

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A/N: If anyone was interested in knowing, this was written in Puerto Rico. OH! There might be an important Author's Note coming up soon. Be sure to leave requests and shit!