[ haru is certain that nothing could get in the way of their friendship, except.
rin, maybe. if makoto values something more than he values haru, or just as much, and doesn't want to lose it. he could barely bring himself out of bed when he'd thought that he'd lost his connection with makoto, and it hurt to even shower or breathe and now there's
this. his jaw sets as dread pricks at his skin. ] No, he wouldn't. [ not outwardly. but what if he felt unhappy inside?
there was something so strong about their bond and yet so fragile. haru didn't know the two could coexist in the way that they did. ] He's Makoto.
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rin, maybe. if makoto values something more than he values haru, or just as much, and doesn't want to lose it. he could barely bring himself out of bed when he'd thought that he'd lost his connection with makoto, and it hurt to even shower or breathe and now there's
this. his jaw sets as dread pricks at his skin. ] No, he wouldn't. [ not outwardly. but what if he felt unhappy inside?
there was something so strong about their bond and yet so fragile. haru didn't know the two could coexist in the way that they did. ] He's Makoto.