Persona || Makoharu || Free!

•Confessions and Something Else•

Warning: NSFW!

-Haru's pov-

Makoto has always been so attentive to me, somehow never giving up, even through my extreme stubbornness. He doesn't know how grateful I am, he doesn't know that after all these years I treasure him more than he understands. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered showing him that, telling him. My wall has been placed, and I wish I could simply climb over it. But I've been trying for years, and my fear keeps me at bay.

I wish his eyes would light up when he looks at me, like I'm the world. Because even though he probably doesn't know it, he's my world.

I stand up from the bench I've been occupying abruptly, and hurry inside the school, finding an empty dark classroom to close myself into. I stand by the wall, then shrink down, bringing my knees up to my face. Barely anyone is in the school anymore. Maybe some teachers or janitors, but no more students. Rei and Nagisa left right as we came back to the school, saying that their parents want them home. Makoto was really quiet on the way home and he kept bouncing his leg up and down which was very irritating to me. He looks startled by something and anxious. He's probably annoyed with everyone asking him if he is okay so I'll just keep watching him from afar.

Only moments later I hear footsteps in the hallway, and to my dismay, they seem to stop right in front of the door to this room. Light filters into the pitch black room, as the door is slowly slid open.

"Haruka?" Makoto peaks his head through the doorway.

Speak of the devil... or should I say angel?

I grunt, and to anyone else but Makoto, it wouldn't have been heard. But of course, I hear a relieved sigh as he walks in and closes the door behind himself. Then I watch as a dim light is flicked on, and I squint a bit.

He slides down to sit next to me, our shoulders touching.

"What's on your mind?" He asks me.

My throat clenches.

I can't possibly, tell him. He already going through something that's stressing him out. I don't want to put more on him. Not now, it's stupid. But...

I can't wait any longer, even though I know he'll reject me. These feelings have burdened me so long and I just...

"You," I say, quietly, shyly. I'm never like this. Reserved and stoic yes, but not shy.

Makoto notices, and his brows crease in confusion. Then he looks concerned, then almost guilty. "I know you all have been worried about me, but I have just been stressed and tired from school and swimming. I'll be just fine! I'm sorry I keep making you all worried, but just forget about it! I'll work through this on my ow-"

I turn to him suddenly. "Stop it!" I say loudly.

I look at him. I admire his face for a moment. Like I'm going to lose him, and I need to memorize his every feature. I glance at his lips, then back up at his eyes. He still looks so confused.

"You've done nothing wrong, Makoto," I whisper.

I lean in closer to him, our noses almost touching, our breath being exchanged between each other. I bring my hand up, gently touching his jaw.