Persona || Makoharu || Free!

•The Beginning To Relizing Something•

-Makoto's pov-

"Makoto, wait!" My mother pleas. Her usual soft and gentle voice is not scratchy sounding and full of fear.

I don't stop though. I slip on my shoes that are set right by the entrance, and in light speed, I run out the door. I can feel that my face is hot and red from rage, but my eyes are stinging with salty tears of immediate regret.

What have I done?

I run up the stairs that lead to Haru's house. There are no lights on and no sound coming from the lonely house. I run up to the front door and knock.

"Haru, Haru are you at home?" I call.

There is no response.

I knock one more time just to make sure, but still, no one comes to answer the door.

I run to the back door and jiggle the knob. It is locked.

Haru never locks his back door unless he is out. I smack my hand on the wooden door in frustration. I sigh and then walk back to the front door and wait for Haru to return.

I sink down to the ground gradually, push my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. My limbs are trembling and my hands are in tight fists that turn my knuckles white.

What have I done?

I then move my head to my hands and tug at my hair.

I'm such a terrible person. I'm horrible. Horrible.

The sky is clear and the sun is beaming down at me, the raise of sunlight making me hot and slightly more uncomfortable.

I don't deserve anything. I'm such a pain to my family. As well as my friends.

The usual stray cat doesn't appear to greet me or comfort me. It's like the creature knows that I have done something wrong and deserves to be punished.

Oh no, I've been such a terrible nag to Haru. I'm not his mother, but I sure act like one. He probably secretly hates me, but is to polite to say anything.

I grit my teeth and curl in on myself to make my body small and more tight.

I'm the worst.

I hear foot steps that seem to be coming from the stairs and a slight hum. I peak over my hands to see that Haru is the one walking with a plastic bag of fresh mackerel in his hand.

I see him freeze and squint at me, probably trying to tell who I am. I then hear him gasp and watch as he drops his groceries and run up to me.

"Makoto, are you alright?" He asks, concern writing all over his face as he drops to his knees next to me.

I turn my whole face to look at my best friend. Tears are dripping down my cheek and I have a slight runny nose.

Once again, I hear Haru gasp. "Makoto, what happened?"

I hiccup, unable to utter a proper response to the raven haired boy.

Haru gently pulls me up by my hand, leading me inside his house.

He then leaves me on the couch and goes to get me some water. He comes back and hands me the glass as he takes a seat next to me.

"Makoto, what's wrong?" The other asks, biting his lower lip.

I look up and take a deep breath. "H-Haru, I got into a fight... with my parents." I take a sip of the water and set it on the table next to me.