He sat at the bar, leaning his cheek against his hand. Stood up again by the other. And he planned everything out too. It was going to be a lot of fun. The first time the both of them were going to spend some time together... And no show. He looked down at the contraction from the water on his glass, tracing the rim. "So much for a fun evening." He looked over to the person beside him. "Being stood up sucks." @ocs-and-stuff
HEY MISO-SENPAI!!!! HEY! LOOK! IT'S ME, YOUR ANON-CHAN-SAN-KOUHAI. BACK AGAIN IN 2016. AS IF I WOULD EVER LEAVE YOU. uwu OKAY. HEAR ME OUT. THAT VALENTINES SHIT YOU WROTE FOR THAT TRASHY FUJO CHICK? YOU WROTE SOME MAKORIN THAT WAS JUST SO, SO GOOD (AND OH SO TERRIBLE). WHAT ABOUT IF, IN THAT SAME AU, MAKOTO WAKES UP AND FINDS THIS TEXT ON HIS PHONE? /post/138424782700 Y/Y? TOTAL OUCH AMIRITE? MAKE FUN THINGS HAPPEN TOO, IF POSSIBLE? NSFW IT UP, YO. ;) YOUR ACSK LAVA'S YOU SFM.
HELLO ANON-CHAN-SAN-SENPAI. [nitori voice] Senpai, how have you been?????? Little birds have chirped my way to say that you weren’t so happy last night? Please know that this little miso would have wanted to hug you and comfort you until you fell asleep last night, but she felt so powerless, she could only (try to) give words of encouragement. :’(
So instead, miso explored this au for you~~~ I hope you like how it goes. It’s /slightly/ different from the Valentines one, but the premise is p much the same. Ohoho.
THIS ISN’T MUCH NSFW THO IT WAS MORE HEADCANON BARF IM SORRY. NEXT TIME IS NSFW KOUHAI PROMISES
Word Count: ~1.7kWARNING: unhealthy relationshipsPairings: include one-sided Mako->Haru, RinHaru, MACARONI
How many years have they been this way?How many years more will his heart continue to take this horrid beating?
***
Makoto and Haru have been friends since forever. The earliest memory Makoto can recall is that of Haru, beaming at him (with misaligned teeth, spaces between) when he greeted him hello for the first time.
Haru had been Makoto’s source of strength. For Makoto, the shy boy, who couldn’t easily make friends, Haru, the energetic, sports-loving kid who loved making a mess so he could take longer baths, was a saving grace. Makoto’s immature, preschool mind had quickly assumed that Haru coming into his life surely changed its course forever. Haru is his lifesaver. With him, and his precious smile, Makoto will always be safe.
However, Haru started to mellow down in the early years of grade school, when his parents died. Haru stopped smiling, rarely reached out his hand to anyone anymore. He wouldn’t smile for /months/, for almost a year, and when he finally did, it was when he fell for a majestic waterfall during a field trip. His grandmother had been worried even weeks after they came back from that field trip. She would clutch unto his tiny arms, asking why Haru so desperately wanted to be in water. (Haru would simply ask in response, ‘Because I love water. May I go swimming?’)
To relieve his grandmother, and to be of help to Haru who’d given him strength when he had none, Makoto resolved to always be there to reach out to Haru, to take him out of the water when he gets in too deep, to be with him every step of his life.
Which is why Makoto’s mind screams out to himself, an endless chain of “How could you ever do this to Haru?”, on Valentines Day of their second year in high school.
***
Haru and Rin met in the swimming team in junior high. Makoto was in the team, too, for he’d always swam with Haru since he’d fallen for water. But, the latter was never in the same league as those two. Haru and Rin raced, over and over and over, always ending up in a tie. They spur each other on, the top two swimmers. Only they can challenge each other.
By the end of the first week of rigorous training, weeks into the start of club, Haru—at the end of their race, right when Makoto had reached out his hand over to him—had smiled at Rin, not that toothy one that Makoto remembers, but surely one that felt the same. (He’d remember that fluffy feeling in his chest from anywhere.)
Makoto was sure then. He /hated/ Rin. How dare he steal the smile that was solely meant for him? /He/ was Haru’s pillar of strength. No one should dare take his best friend from him.
***
In high school, Makoto pursued basketball rather than swimming. And it wasn’t because he was jealous of Rin.
He couldn’t take the way Haru and Rin looked at each other anymore. He couldn’t take their soft glances, their spurring each other on. It didn’t help that they always took Makoto along to their weekend dates (because Haru wanted).
Makoto hated this most of all: He was jealous of Haru.
***
Makoto’s feelings for Rin hit him like a punch in the gut. Quite literally.
In the middle of their second year in junior high, Haru and Rin had somehow turned into a couple. Ever since they did, Rin turned too rough on Haru. He shouted at him, criticized every stroke as he swam. He didn’t hold hands. He didn’t do many things lovers typically did. It was like they were only lovers in name. (Because Haru had said yes, before Rin ever asked a thing. Makoto /hated/ that, too.)
Makoto went to Rin’s house the night Rin slapped Haru during club. He would have punched that selfish bastard in the face right then and there when it happened if the coach hadn’t stepped in before him. One week suspension from club activities, that was Rin’s (and Haru’s) punishment.
How /dare/ he? Makoto thought, the fury in his veins increasing with every step towards Rin’s house. How /dare/ he take Haru’s heart, and take Haru’s happiness—his swimming—away? If he cared for Haru so much, he wouldn’t do this. Would take anything, /but/ swimming away. Haru not swimming for a week? Makoto can’t imagine him not swimming for an /hour/.
Rin had gone way too far with this ‘I have Haru’s heart’ shit, and he needed to be punished.
As soon as Rin opened the door, Makoto took a swing. He punched Rin right in the cheek.
“What the fuck, Makoto!?” The redhead growled, rough against the base of his throat. He’d fallen to the wall by the door. “What do you think are you—”
Makoto takes Rin by the collar with one hand, and is about to take another swing with the other, when he feels Rin punch his stomach. Makoto hunches forward, then, frustration building up in his chest, making him feel feint. His mind blurs, for a moment he feels like he’s lost his sense of self, his thoughts.
While Makoto still holds Rin by the collar, he pulls him close.
They kiss, lips crashing, teeth hitting the other’s if their lips hadn’t been closed. Their bodies tighten up for a moment, like each had gone into a shock at the sudden contact. But in the next minute they’re hungrily kissing each other, Rin pushing Makoto against the door. They could barely breathe as their tongues kept forcefully sliding against the other’s.
A sweet, soft “Makoto…” falling from Rin’s lips is what wakes Makoto from his trance.
He pushes Rin away, utter shock on his face. Makoto runs all the way home.
The next morning at school, they act like normal. Like last night never happened. Haru never suspects a thing, believes whatever Rin’s excuse was for the bruise on his cheek.
Haru never suspects a thing, even years later.
***
Valentines Day of their second year in high school was /horrible/.
Haru and Rin had a huge fight. The whole school knew about it, the strongest swimming couple, fighting over mackerel.
It was terrible because Haru had given Rin chocolate-covered mackerel, and Rin didn’t want it. (/Of course/, Rin wouldn’t want it. No one would. Except perhaps Haru.) Offended, Haru had given it to Makoto instead, and Rin exploded, slapping the container of mackerel off Makoto’s hands.
Haru had been so angry. Not because the container snapped open, and his sweet mackerel fell to the floor. Haru was seething because Rin had hurt Makoto in front of him.
Haru and Rin wouldn’t speak to each other the entire day, much to Makoto’s delight. Haru could be his Valentine again this year. They could watch movies, or play games once they get home, like they always used to do. But Haru’s mood took a dive when Rin still wouldn’t call after dinner.
“I’m going home,” Haru says, placing the PS3 controller onto its place beside the console. He slings his bag unto his shoulder as Makoto stands up.
“… Alright, then.” Makoto smiles gently at his best friend, and leads him out the door. He watches his precious friend walk up the steps, and only goes into his house when he sees the light in Haru’s house switch on.
***
A few minutes past eleven that night, the doorbell rang. Makoto had been finishing up his research for a project due in the next few weeks when it rang. He knew the kids, and his parents were all asleep. He tries to look out the window, to see who it had been at the door. He sees someone in a cap, and… red hair?
No, it couldn’t be.
As silently and as hurriedly as he could, Makoto makes his way to the front door. He unlocks the latch, then turns the knob, and before he could utter a word to the guest at his door, Rin’s lips are on his. They kiss as hungrily as they did three years before, when Makoto had punched Rin for hurting Haru. It’s as if a day hasn’t passed since they’d first felt this hot passion for each other, still beating new in their veins, taking control.
Makoto inches away from the door, Rin following him by the mouth, chest to chest, and closes it with one hand.
“What are you doing here?” Makoto whispers against aggressive kiss after aggressive kiss, enjoys how he’s pinned to the wall by Rin’s hips.
“To say sorry for hitting your hand.” Rin admits, almost out of breath. His hands roam Makoto’s hair, neck, chest. “And I—”
Makoto swallows. “And you?”
Rin parts from him, takes hold of his head by the cheeks to makes sure Makoto looks into his eyes. “I wanted to see you.”
Rin made sure those words rang true with every soft caress of his hands on Makoto’s bare body that night. They kissed endlessly as they danced bare upon Makoto’s sheets, the window kept open to let the smell of their sex flow out.
They woke up before the sun could peek out from the horizon, saying goodbye with soft kisses to each other’s lips. When they meet at school that morning, they act like normal. As if nothing happened the night before.
Haru doesn’t suspect a thing, and believes the red mark on Makoto’s neck is a mosquito bite.
Haru /never/ suspects a thing. (And it only adds to Makoto’s guilt. How could he have ever done this to Haru?)
***
Makoto wakes to the alarm of his cell, and the loud chug of train wheels against the rails. He lives in Tokyo now, second year in college, in a small apartment one block away from the train station. He’d moved in here in order to run away from certain two people back in his hometown he really would rather be without.
He should have known their ghosts would continue to haunt him, one of which haunts him in the form of a text on his cell that morning.
“I woke up wanting to kiss you.” He reads the message out loud. His eyes linger on the sender’s name: Matsuoka Rin.
If only such a text could come from a lover he could call his own. (Only his own.)
If only he were able to stop himself from keeping this sort of relationship, playing tug of war with someone that doesn’t even know he has an opponent.
If only that opponent wasn’t his most precious best friend.
If only.
Makoto types up a reply. “Good luck with training. Meet up after?”
She was coming home late, she had spent the evening with her boyfriend again. He was the kind of guy her mother would approve, her friends loved him, everyone did, maybe except for her. She did love him, at least to a certain point, but now she couldn't bring herself to end things up with him; usually she would be kind of girl who wouldn't care about what others had to say about her personal life, but when not even her was sure about her feelings. Then there was him, he had been her friend for years, and probably the only who would put up with her no matter what happened, she would never admit her feelings about him, yet she couldn't stop them. She took her phone out of her bag and dialed the so familiar number. She waited for it to ring until he answered. ''Are you coming tonight?'' The brunette asked through the phone as she stood in front of her apartment's door.
Don't Let Me Go Cause I'm Tired of Sleepin Alone || Luke and Niall
Luke sat up on the roof of the old warehouse where the flat was. He had set out a nice picnic for him and his boyfriend, Niall. He always did nice, cute little dates like this for himself and the blond boy because they didn't have the ability to go out in public, both in committed relationships with other people, they couldn't let anyone know they were together. If they slipped up even once, all hell would break loose and they really didn't need that.
So the brunet put together nice private things like this for just the two of them. Sure it was bad and sure they were cheating on people close to them but... They were in love. Or at least Luke was. And he couldn't deny himself the simple pleasure of having someone he loved and being their for them. He knew it was horrible of him to lead on his other boyfriend but he couldn't break up with him. Not yet at least. He needed to do it in the most humane way possible.
