makoto-uni
“Rin, I… It’s been years… I barely know who you are any more.” Makoto hated to admit it, but Rin was very different to the kid he’d known. But now he was home, Makoto was desperate to have his friend back. He took a breath, and held his hand out to Rin. “But… okay.”
« makoto-uni » “I won’t let you down, Makoto.” He knows this is a chance he cannot take for granted --- If he messes up again, he messes up for life. But his gaze falls to the outstretched hand, and Rin is filled with overwhelming determination, hesitating for only a second before he reaches out, letting their fingers collide clumsily before he clutches onto the other’s hand. “I know I’ve changed,” he murmurs, tone now lowering into something softer, “but I’ve never ... stopped caring.”















