Taciturn | Haruka Nanase

2/9

- ᴄᴏᴏᴋs ᴍᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴀʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

You'd waken up that day on the wrong side of the bed. Your nose was groggy and your face felt dry and rough, you felt icky when trying to wipe away the tiredness from your eyes. Your pyjamas were uncomfortable and the bed sheets had wrinkled and fell around you in an odd way. You weren't in a good mood - to put it short.

Nonetheless, you put on your uniform for Iwatobi and tried to deal with you hair in the best way that you could. You ignored the slight aching in your arms and only responded by defiantly putting your hair into a high bun. It was efficient and it didn't require any hair brushing, you were salty because of the fact that you couldn't look nice for Haru but ignored it with a sigh and felt your home early in the morning to walk to your boyfriends house.

You bid farewell to your parents and walked in the sunlight to end up at Haru's house, it was comforting and you almost knocked before realising it was already open, you let yourself in and did so quietly as to pinpoint the location of the boy, you knew he there was a high chance that he was in the bathtub but the sound of something sizzling lead you straight to the kitchen, "Haru, the front door was open, it could be dangerous."

He looked back at you momentarily before flipping the mackerel before him. It was ridiculous how he would wear nothing but an apron over his swimming jammers and you leaned on the kitchen counter, looking at anything but his perfectly-shaped behind, "It's fine."

"Haru... please put on your uniform - or just something different than.. that." You gestured to his swimmers and he saw your cheeks going red, "Are you feeling alright, [Name]?"

"Ye-yeah.. Just- uh, never mind."

Looking away, he only turned back around to poke at the sizzling fish with his spatula. You sat at the counter, leaning forward on the bench as a yawn erupted from your mouth and you accidentally made a short squeak but you didn't pay attention to what sounds you made when you wiped the small tears from your eyes.

"Did you get any sleep? You look really tired and.."

You saw him, he was looking at you when you noticed the fire under the cooking pan had been put out, "messy, to be honest. Not in a bad way, though."

His eyes looked as if they were analysing you but you turned away to lean your chin on your palm as you breath through your nose, "I know, I don't know, Haru. I guess it's just one of those days."

He saw the way your shoulders had been low yet tense at the same time and grabbed another plate from the cupboard to put his mackerel on there, there, he'd split his breakfast in half and put one scoop of rice on each plate as well.

Closing your eyes, you felt your body ease when a small sound of ceramic lightly hitting the bench made you flinch. You looked up to see Haru looking down at you, next to you when he slid a plate before you,

"I hope I can make your day better, [Name]."

Placing a sweet, good morning kiss upon your forehead, he felt you relax against him and you felt his lips twitch up at the feeling of your sigh fanning over his neck. He liked it, the silence and the ability to make you like this, he found it fascinating and reassuring. He loved that he had this affect on you.

"You do. Everyday."