❖ do it
——— They don’t usually stop for goodbyes when they reach the point where their paths diverge.
Which is— strange, to say the least. Makoto is used to a constant hello and goodbye when it comes to Haru, a steady flow of coversation that ebbs and swells just like the water Haru is so endeared to. Most days, Haru will simply nod his goodbye and set off up the stairs, and Makoto will smile back and wait, patiently and in his own ways, to make sure that Haru does not fall down the stairs before he sets off. (Not that he’d ever admit that, nor does he expect it to happen. Haru is as graceful out of water as he is within it… unlike Makoto.)
Maybe he just wishes Haru would say good night to him as well; just once, (it’s a strange wish,) that’s enough.
And when he does, with his eyes fixed on a point in the distance and Makoto beside him, a blush on his cheeks, the brunet can’t help but laugh and press his lips to the forehead of his best friend.
"Good night, Haru-chan!"