"I'm sorry Haru," Makoto apologized, as they got into his car. "I had to find an excuse to get away."

So the date was just an excuse? I was kind of looking forward to it. Wait, no I wasn't! Thank god it's just an excuse, ha...

"We're actually not going on a date," Makoto added. "Your shift at Sakura Bistro starts soon."

Although Haru tried to be happy about it, he had a sinking feeling inside. It was like he actually wanted a date. He wanted to be with Makoto more than anything. To be alone, together, without other people stealing Makoto away from him. He just wanted Makoto to himself. Of course, Haru denied this many times. Being gay is scary, Haru sighed.

"Unless, of course, you actually wanted to go on a date," Makoto offered, seeing the disappointment in Haru's eyes.

"R-really? You don't mind?" Haru stuttered. Although he was trying to hold himself back, Haru honestly couldn't control himself. "I would love too! More than anything in the world! We could go to that noodle shop that opened recently!"

Makoto was quite surprised of the positive response. "Alright, I'll come pick you up after your shift, and we can go there."

Haru couldn't help smiling. You, sir, are the most despicable creature alive. Haru said to himself. Even if you love him, you still have to be tough about it. And you don't even like him....right? How come I get this really strange feeling every time I'm around him. The need to give him kisses on the cheek. The need to play with his hair while whispering love quotes in his ear. The need to touch him. It's so strange, yet pleasurable. Maybe I should see a therapist.

"I-I can't wait to spend some time with you!" Makoto stuttered, dropping Haru off at the cafe. "I can't believe I actually said that..."

"What?"

"D-Did I say that out loud?" Makoto asked, flustered. Before Haru could respond, Makoto drove off to their apartment.

Makoto's really adorable when he does those stupid things... Haru remarked. But I mean, anybody would think of it as cute, right? I mean, I'm pretty sure a lot of people think Makoto is hot, so technically I'm not gay.

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I messed up so bad, Makoto murmured, driving to Hiyoshi Chateau. He parked his car and went inside the elevator. Why did I say that out loud? Haru probably thinks I like him now. Well, I don't like him. And if I did, he doesn't like me back. Either way, the situation is extremely awkward.

Makoto exited the elevator and went inside his apartment. He took out his homework and began working on it. Should I dress fancy for the date? Change my hairstyle? Haru said I looked good in my glasses. Makoto sighed. Perhaps buy a bouquet of flowers? Nah. Chocolate? We're going to go eat anyways. I know! Water! But where can I get a pool of water...

Makoto had a hard time concentrating. He barely finished his homework without breaking from stress. It was hard planning a last minute date while doing his homework. He breathed a sigh of relief and went over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Why am I so fed up about this anyways? It's just a date. B-Besides... I don't even like him. I don't like men in general! Why did I even offer to go on a date? Why did he say yes? Does he like me? Haru only said yes because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. I only asked him because he looked like he wanted to go on one. So technically, we both were just considering each other's feelings, therefore we are not gay.

 Makoto put on the best suit he had. He tried to find a flower in the box of knick-nacks. Makoto why do you even want a flower? It's not really a date, just a get-together. He then tried to fix his hair. Ugh! Why? He undid his hair. It's not a date, you have no one to impress.

Finally, Makoto was able to convince himself to change to a more casual outfit. A t-shirt under a red plaid jacket. The same outfit he wore when he went shopping with Haru, in Tokyo, for the first time.

The palms of his hands were sweating as he got into the car. Nothing to worry about. No pressure. Just a GET-TOGETHER. Not a DATE. Not a big deal...

As soon as he parked his car in front of Sakura Bistro, Makoto flipped his phone and texted Haru that he was here. He stood in front of the car, sweating nervously. He told himself many times that everything would be okay.

Finally, Makoto saw a dark-haired boy exit the cafe.

"Haru!" Makoto exclaimed. Okay, just like you planned. Run over, hug him. Say that he looks stunning. He goes in the car, you go in the car, you drive off to your date place. Okay, okay, but I can't say that because that's gay, that's flirting, and I can't flirt with guys because that's gay.

Makoto was torn between whether or not to run over and hug Haru, or just casually stand there.

Haru waved.

Gah! Why do I feel so weak every time Haru DOES something? Like he could just smile, and I just automatically give in and hug him...

Makoto walked over to greet him. Before he could say anything, Haru embraced him. They both began blushing profusely.

He's so warm, Makoto thought. And comfortable. God, I just want to snuggle with him all night. But of course, I sleep with him and that's enough gay so I need to stop thinking about these thoughts.

"H-Haru.." Makoto whispered. "We should really go to our date..."

Haru nods.

Of course, Makoto. Of course you would use the word 'date'.  Why couldn't you just use the word 'get-together'? Or something else- just not 'date'. Makoto drove Haru to the new noodle shop. Right when they opened the door, they could catch a whiff of the delicious dinner in store.

They were greeted by a waiter, who lead Makoto and Haru to their table.

"If you need anything please let me know," The waiter said, giving Makoto and Haru menus. "I'll come back so I can get your order."

When the waiter left, Haru scooted a little bit closer to Makoto. Makoto felt his own heart beat faster, and his cheeks getting warmer. The weird thing is, I didn't feel this way when Kisumi got close to me...

"What do you want to order?" Haru said, in his usual monotone voice. 

"I'll have whatever you're having," Makoto wrapped his left arm around Haru. It was almost like an instinct. This.. It's so gay, Makoto thought to himself, mentally slapping himself for doing such a gesture.

"I was actually going to get what you were having," Haru murmured.

Makoto could see that Haru was blushing. Perhaps I'm making him uncomfortable? Makoto thought. No, it can't be. Haru looks pleased. He actually looks, comfortable? Well, I mean, I'll just leave my arm there since he likes it, right? Makoto tried to make an excuse for himself.

"Perhaps the mackerel soup, then?" Makoto pointed.

"You're only ordering what I want. Order something you want."

"But I said I was going to order something you want!"

"Makoto..."

"What? You don't like mackerel anymore?"

"I like mackerel. Just order something you want."

"But mackerel soup looks tasty! Or mackerel curry!"

"What about the beef pho soup?"

"What happened to mackerel?"

"You look tired of mackerel, since we have it everyday. I thought you might want to order something else."

Haru thinks about me? That's a sign that he likes me right? But he's a guy, there's no way he likes me! But of course I don't mind... Ugh, I think I'm getting carried away.

"That's not true!" Makoto exclaimed. "Mackerel is delicious! But I mean, if you want something else..."

"No. If you want mackerel we're getting mackerel."

"But I'm only ordering what you're ordering!"

"How about the beef pho soup with a side dish of fried mackerel?"  The waiter interrupted. Both Makoto and Haru nodded.

"Thank you!" Makoto told the waiter, who walked towards the kitchen.

Makoto still had his arm wrapped around Haru. They both didn't know what to talk about. The awkward silence only made Makoto fall for Haru even more. His eyes, his face, they're so perfect. Makoto gazed, blushing even harder. I want to brush his hair from his eyes. Look deep into them. What does he really feel about me? Maybe then I could lean closer and....

"You're beef pho soup with the side dish of mackerel," The waiter announced, placing their order on the table.

Haru thanked the waiter with a nod.

"Makoto are you okay?" Haru asked, noticing how Makoto was staring at him for quite some time.

"Sorry, just thinking," Makoto shook off his gaze. You're wrong Makoto, you're not gay. You shouldn't be thinking about these thoughts. Just be normal. Is Nagisa gay? is Rei?  How about Rin? or Sousuke? Those are bad examples, they all seem pretty gay to me. Anyways, stop having urges. You don't want to kiss Haru. You definitely don't want to do IT with him either.

"Are you going to eat?" Haru asked, snapping Makoto from his thoughts. Haru already ate half of the mackerel.

"Y-yea..." But what makes Haru so special? Why is he the one that gives me butterflies in my stomach? I want to say that it's because we've known each other for a while, but I feel like it's deeper than that...

"Makoto... open your mouth," Haru said, taking a spoonful of the soup.

Is he really going to feed me?

"You looked like you weren't going to eat so.." Haru lifted the spoon into Makoto's mouth.

"It's really good!" Makoto said, with a smile. He still hasn't moved his arm, which was still wrapped around Haru.

"Have another sip," Haru, again, lifted the spoon into Makoto's mouth.

Why am I enjoying this? Why am I letting him do this to me? It's embarrassing! Yet, I like it. It's so weird. If only that spoon was his tou... yea okay. 

"You think you can drink by yourself now?" Haru asked. Makoto looked into his eyes. His voice tells me yes, but his eyes tell me no.

"No, I don't think so," Makoto played along.

Haru smirked. He continued feeding Makoto until the bowl was empty.

"Is there anything else I can give the newlywed couple?" the waiter asked, taking their empty plates.

"No, we're good. The food was delicious! May we have the check now?"

"Certainly." The waiter walked away.

"How come you lost the ability to drink soup?" Haru asked Makoto.

How am I suppose to answer that?

"Nevermind," Haru said, seeing the panic in Makoto's eyes.

Haru and Makoto tipped the waiter and paid their check. Then, Makoto drove them home.

"Did you finish your homework?" Makoto asked, hanging his jacket in his closet.

"No." Haru responded, sprawled on Makoto's bed.

"Do you need help?"

"No."

"Are you even going to do it?"

"No."

"Haru!"

"Fine." Haru walked over to his room to grab his bag. He then came back over to Makoto's room. He plopped himself onto Makoto's bed, and began doing his homework.

I have to change my clothes, Makoto thought. But I don't want to walk to the bathroom and make Haru feel awkward. But if I change here, it'll be awkward as well. Gah! We're like best friends. It's not like I'm stripping till I'm naked. I feel like there's another reason why I'm changing here. Is it because I want to impress Haru? Show-off? Nah. It's just more convenient... yea... 

"Haru," Makoto said, "You wouldn't mind if I changed my clothes here, right?"

"Not a problem." Haru nodded.

"Alright." Makoto began taking off his shirt. He glanced over at Haru, who was now staring at him.  Oh god, he's looking at me. What do I do? Act normal.. just change your clothes already!

Makoto unbuckled his belt. He then undressed himself, and put on more casual, comfortable wear that was easier to sleep in. He looked at Haru, who gawked at him.

"H-Haru!" Makoto laughed.

"Why don't you sleep with your shirt off?" Haru asked, looking back down at his homework.

"It doesn't feel comfortable..." Makoto responded, taking his clothes towards the bathroom and putting them into the laundry basket.

Makoto looked at Haru, who continued doing his homework. He would only ask that kind of question if he wanted me to do that, Makoto thought, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. But that would be gay! But now that I think about it, we've done so many gay things to each other that this comes out as normal, so I guess one time will be okay.

"Winter's coming so I'll have to start wearing longer sleeved clothes starting tomorrow," Makoto grunted, taking his shirt off.

Makoto sat on his bed and watched Haru do his homework. After a while, Makoto got sleepy, a bit too sleepy.

"I'm going to sleep n..." Makoto fell onto his bed, and hugged Haru, who began blushing profusely.

"Goodnight," Haru smiled, looking at his best friend, who clinged onto his shirt. 

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