[Free!] HaruMako; 30 day challenge: anonymous love letters
day 03: anonymous love letters
Fandom: Free!
Pairing: Makoto/Haruka
Warnings: none
Word count: 470
There is a blank piece of paper inside the envelope.
Makoto closes his locker door thoughtfully, and jumps at Haruka standing unexpectedly behind it. Pointedly, Haruka’s eyes lock onto the envelope in Makoto’s hands.
“There’s nothing written in it,” Makoto explains. “Must be a mistake.”
Haruka frowns slightly. He doesn’t have the most expressive face in the world, but Makoto can read it well enough. It’s cute the way his forehead crinkles just a little bit when he disagrees with something.
“I want to eat mackerel,” he says, and that ends that.
At the end of the next day, there is another envelope waiting for Makoto in his locker. And again, it isn’t marked on the outside, but the letter within at least has something to say this time. Not in words, but soft curves and bold lines, a delicate imitation of life captured with heartfelt devotion.
It’s a sketch of him.
For some reason, he’s only wearing his swimming costume. It’s probably because of the sea in the background, the motion of the waves skilfully captured even on the stillness of paper. Being the focal point is embarrassing, but Makoto can’t help but admire the overall result, and the effort it must have taken.
“Someone submitted a new poster for the club earlier,” Makoto tells Haruka once he catches up to him.
A shadow of regret crosses Haruka’s face before he looks away.
“Unnecessary,” he says quietly.
“It was very nice,” Makoto adds, feeling guilty.
Haruka hums, but still won’t look at him.
There’s no letter the next day. Nagisa drags them shopping, and Haruka is noticeably more lost in thought than usual.
It takes until the end of a week for it to turn up in his locker, a plain envelope sitting unobtrusively on top of his things. He removes it from the shadows and opens with expectant hands. The message is as succinct as it possible for a confession to be.
I like you. Meet me at the pool.
This time Makoto is entirely unsurprised to see Haruka waiting for him.
The surface of the pool is disturbed by the same wind that gathers clouds up ahead. Haruka is watching the ripples, but has all his clothes on, and looks up once Makoto is in front of him.
“It’s important to make your feelings clear,” Makoto says. “So, I like you too, Haru.”
Haruka nods as if it was the only possible outcome, and Makoto is reminded that as much as he can read Haruka, it goes both ways. There’s a surprised noise from behind a bush, followed by the sound of Nagisa shushing Rei. Makoto resists the urge to sigh and instead holds out a hand to Haruka. With a blush in his cheeks, Haruka takes it.
Even as it starts to rain, they don’t stop smiling.
Fandom: Free!
Pairing: Makoto/Haruka
Warnings: none
Word count: 470
There is a blank piece of paper inside the envelope.
Makoto closes his locker door thoughtfully, and jumps at Haruka standing unexpectedly behind it. Pointedly, Haruka’s eyes lock onto the envelope in Makoto’s hands.
“There’s nothing written in it,” Makoto explains. “Must be a mistake.”
Haruka frowns slightly. He doesn’t have the most expressive face in the world, but Makoto can read it well enough. It’s cute the way his forehead crinkles just a little bit when he disagrees with something.
“I want to eat mackerel,” he says, and that ends that.
At the end of the next day, there is another envelope waiting for Makoto in his locker. And again, it isn’t marked on the outside, but the letter within at least has something to say this time. Not in words, but soft curves and bold lines, a delicate imitation of life captured with heartfelt devotion.
It’s a sketch of him.
For some reason, he’s only wearing his swimming costume. It’s probably because of the sea in the background, the motion of the waves skilfully captured even on the stillness of paper. Being the focal point is embarrassing, but Makoto can’t help but admire the overall result, and the effort it must have taken.
“Someone submitted a new poster for the club earlier,” Makoto tells Haruka once he catches up to him.
A shadow of regret crosses Haruka’s face before he looks away.
“Unnecessary,” he says quietly.
“It was very nice,” Makoto adds, feeling guilty.
Haruka hums, but still won’t look at him.
There’s no letter the next day. Nagisa drags them shopping, and Haruka is noticeably more lost in thought than usual.
It takes until the end of a week for it to turn up in his locker, a plain envelope sitting unobtrusively on top of his things. He removes it from the shadows and opens with expectant hands. The message is as succinct as it possible for a confession to be.
I like you. Meet me at the pool.
This time Makoto is entirely unsurprised to see Haruka waiting for him.
The surface of the pool is disturbed by the same wind that gathers clouds up ahead. Haruka is watching the ripples, but has all his clothes on, and looks up once Makoto is in front of him.
“It’s important to make your feelings clear,” Makoto says. “So, I like you too, Haru.”
Haruka nods as if it was the only possible outcome, and Makoto is reminded that as much as he can read Haruka, it goes both ways. There’s a surprised noise from behind a bush, followed by the sound of Nagisa shushing Rei. Makoto resists the urge to sigh and instead holds out a hand to Haruka. With a blush in his cheeks, Haruka takes it.
Even as it starts to rain, they don’t stop smiling.