RainbowButterflies (Haru x Makoto)

OrangeButterfly

Makoto blushed. "I-I'm fine." He stammered. "I'm just going to go shower."

He stumbled to the shower rooms as quickly as he could, when he arrived he turned on the shower and ducked under it. Fortunately the water was freezing cold, nothing better for a turn off than something that turns you into an icicle. As the streams of transparent liquid ran down his body Makoto imagined it was washing away all the horrible dirty thoughts he had just had of Haru. His best friend. God, what was wrong with him lately?

All Haru had to do was show a little skin and move in his usual graceful manner and Makoto would spend the rest of the hour thinking of dead puppies to kill his boner. You weren'y supposed ot have these thoughts about your friend, you were supposed to think normal, nonsexual things. Makoto felt tears run down his face. Not only was he being disgusting, he also knew Haru would be horrified if he knew and push him away. What torture. While Haru was gazing innocently at him with his usual bored expression, or even smiling on rare occasions, his best friend was imagining fucking him.

"You can't think those things." Makoto said softly to himself. "He's your best friend. He doesn't like you that way."

Little did he know, Haru had arrived in the shower rooms and overheard him.