No Major Content Warnings but there is some pda!!!
411 words
He looks at the small soft way Haru’s hair falls into his eyes as he sleeps, a sigh escapes his mouth. It’s morning, light filtering into the room in a golden stream. He traces his eyes over the planes of his face, they’re familiar, the slope of his nose, the way his lips pout as he snores,
Makoto knows this is home.
Familiarity.
Haru stirs, eyes lazily blinking into consciousness. He doesn’t say anything when he catches Makoto staring at him.
“Good morning,” Makoto says brightly, quietly. It’s still early. They shouldn’t even be awake really. It’s Saturday, neither one has a class to rush to; Makoto’s part time job doesn’t require him to be there until late afternoon.
Haru hums, a barely visible smile on his lips, small. Just a slight twitch of his lips. Makoto brushes his lips against the other’s forehead.
“Sleep well?”
Haru nods, scooting in closer, tucking his head right underneathe Makoto’s chin. He wraps his own larger limbs around Haru, cocooning him under the covers.
And it works, as he hears the distant honking of a horn, and warm warm arms snaking around his middle, under his sleep shirt. Haru’s only mission is to touch, feel.
Fingers carefully working their way up the notches of his spine. He shivers into the simple touch.
Saturday is Makoto’s favorite day, for this. Just this. With Haru, who’s part of his entire world, the sleepovers that progressed from childhood giggling, to sneaking out to meet their friends during middle school.
And high school--the painfully shy, confessions. The heat that radiated off their cheeks, and the impossible ocean of Haru’s eyes, a thousand confessions held there.
But these moments are ephemeral, because as soon as winter comes, summer begins under the equator, and Haru will be there, thousands of miles away.
They can make it work. But time slips fast, especially when you’re too busy enjoying it. He doesn’t worry.
He thinks about this moment, living it, feeling now how Haru presses soft chaste kisses to his chest, before looking up with flushed cheeks.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles, gently pushing Makoto’s cheek away.
“Why?” He teases in return.
“You’re eyes are too green.”
“Sorry,” he laughs softly, muffling the sound in Haru’s silky black hair.
He doesn’t have a retort ready ;Haru presses soft soft lips to Makoto’s own.
“Fine,” he mumbles. Makoto like this, with him. This is alright.
FILL: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO, RATED G
but there is some pda!!!
411 words
He looks at the small soft way Haru’s hair falls into his eyes as he sleeps, a sigh escapes his mouth. It’s morning, light filtering into the room in a golden stream. He traces his eyes over the planes of his face, they’re familiar, the slope of his nose, the way his lips pout as he snores,
Makoto knows this is home.
Familiarity.
Haru stirs, eyes lazily blinking into consciousness. He doesn’t say anything when he catches Makoto staring at him.
“Good morning,” Makoto says brightly, quietly. It’s still early. They shouldn’t even be awake really. It’s Saturday, neither one has a class to rush to; Makoto’s part time job doesn’t require him to be there until late afternoon.
Haru hums, a barely visible smile on his lips, small. Just a slight twitch of his lips. Makoto brushes his lips against the other’s forehead.
“Sleep well?”
Haru nods, scooting in closer, tucking his head right underneathe Makoto’s chin. He wraps his own larger limbs around Haru, cocooning him under the covers.
And it works, as he hears the distant honking of a horn, and warm warm arms snaking around his middle, under his sleep shirt. Haru’s only mission is to touch, feel.
Fingers carefully working their way up the notches of his spine. He shivers into the simple touch.
Saturday is Makoto’s favorite day, for this.
Just this.
With Haru, who’s part of his entire world, the sleepovers that progressed from childhood giggling, to sneaking out to meet their friends during middle school.
And high school--the painfully shy, confessions. The heat that radiated off their cheeks, and the impossible ocean of Haru’s eyes, a thousand confessions held there.
But these moments are ephemeral, because as soon as winter comes, summer begins under the equator, and Haru will be there, thousands of miles away.
They can make it work. But time slips fast, especially when you’re too busy enjoying it. He doesn’t worry.
He thinks about this moment, living it, feeling now how Haru presses soft chaste kisses to his chest, before looking up with flushed cheeks.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles, gently pushing Makoto’s cheek away.
“Why?” He teases in return.
“You’re eyes are too green.”
“Sorry,” he laughs softly, muffling the sound in Haru’s silky black hair.
He doesn’t have a retort ready ;Haru presses soft soft lips to Makoto’s own.
“Fine,” he mumbles. Makoto like this, with him. This is alright.