"By the way, Makoto's my boyfriend."
Makoto had furiously blushed, but wasn't going to deny it. He wasn't ashamed of Haru, no; he could never be ashamed of Haru.
They only had a few months before they had to decide what college to go to, and Makoto chose Tokyo. Obviously, Haru was going with him. He wasn't sure at this point if he was going to go pro or not, but he had plenty of time to think about that later.
Being able to call Haru his boyfriend made Makoto feel all warm inside. Haru felt the same as him, Haru had confessed to him. It sort of felt like he was going to wake up from a very long …show more content…
Then he was being kissed deeply, and for a moment his eyes shot open.
When he realized what was happening, Haru was kissing him, Haru was kissing him like he was the last drop of water and he was parched.
Makoto then let his eyes slip shut, and made a pleased noise that was promptly swallowed by Haru.
Haru pulled away all too soon, looking at Makoto with eyes that conveyed amusement and a little bit of unadulterated want.
"Yes." Haru said, and Makoto was a little confused.
"Yes to what?" Makoto questioned, attempting to get the breath that Haru stole from him, quite literally.
"Yes, you can kiss me. Whenever you want, even. And I can kiss you whenever I want, you're my boyfriend." Haru said, lips twitching into a slight smile.
"Yeah," Makoto said breathlessly. "I am."
Haru looked vaguely amused at his boyfriend's antics.
"You're cute." Haru said softly, the faint blush on his cheeks a tell-tale sign of saying something like that to Makoto. He wasn't used to it, but he definitely could be.
Makoto blushed like mad at