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Who: Nagisa (

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What: Nagisa shows up at Poseidon's temple to see his friends
When: May 1st, evening
Where: Poseidon's temple
Warnings: FEELINGS

During Makoto's hilarious network post, showcasing his astounding culinary skills, Nagisa'd discovered something a bit unnerving - a missing portion of his memory. Nagisa was a god, he was meant to have all his memories from back home. But according to what Makoto remembered, an entire year was missing.

So, wanting to be around his friends, Nagisa left his own tree-top temple and headed towards where Makoto's was located. It was exactly where you'd expect to find the temple of Poseidon - by the sea. And considering how long Makoto'd been fearful of the ocean, it was almost ironic that he was now ruling over it. Somehow, it fit him perfectly.

Approaching the main door to the temple, Nagisa gazed up at the immense lighthouse that towered over the rest of the building. It was certainly a breathtaking sight, sitting on the cliff that overlooked the vast sea. It brought a small smile to his face as he knocked lightly on the door.

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Makoto answered the door not too long it was knocked upon. He had been expecting Nagisa after they had gotten off the phone with each other.

The cottage was still airing out. The smell of burnt mackerel lingered heavily in the air which was doubly awful because mackerel was particularly pungent when not charred into a blob.

But at least the weather was nice and the salt breeze from the ocean was helping a little bit. The warmth of spring was settling in nicely even at seaside where everything was just a little cooler.

"Hey, Nagisa" he answered with a cheerful smile. He was always happy to see his friends, even if the circumstances were still strange.

Makoto hadn't changed much in terms of now being more than just a year's difference from Nagisa. He had the same haircut, the same smile, the same style of clothes.

"Come on in" he said as he opened the door wider to invite him into the cottage.

The interior was a strange mixture of fancy and cozy. It was as if it were formed by smashing Makoto's homeliness with Poseidon's might.

Haru, meanwhile, was still in the kitchen, cleaning up the last bits of burnt stew from the stove top. He was astounded, really, at how bad this mess up was. Scraping the gunk off was already proving to be a chore, and Haru further confirmed to not rely on Makoto with cooking anything ...

He was surprised to hear the knock at the door, not really expecting to have company. He wondered briefly if someone nearby had managed to smell the horrendous, lingering scent from the burnt stew, and came to see if everything was okay. Considering the way Makoto lit up when the knock first echoed, however, told him the other had been expecting someone.

Watching as he hurriedly went off to answer it, Haru remained where he was, eyes watching the door, curious to see just who had decided to drop by for a visit.

This whole thing about Nagisa not recalling the last year was obviously bothering him quite a bit. Whether it was because he was worried about the lapse in memory, or just saddened that he'd forgotten some potentially wonderful times with his friends wasn't even clear in his own mind yet. It was probably a mix of the two. So when Makoto answered the door, Nagisa looked down almost shyly.

"Hey Mako-chan," he said, speaking a lot quieter than he normally would have greeted his old friend. "I brought a candle like you said I should..."

Nagisa held up a plastic bag containing a large scented candle in a glass jar. As would be expected of him, the label on the jar read 'Strawberry Shortcake'.

Makoto's face fell just for a moment, becoming worried about Nagisa's less than chipper demeanor. He smiled again, softer this time and took the bag from him.

"Thanks. Hopefully this will make it smell better"

He led him inside towards the kitchen where the most terrible, horrible, tragic incident had occurred. He gestured towards the kitchen table while he went off to get a match from the fireplace to light the candle.

After he had it lit and set up on the kitchen counter, he waved over to Haru, beckoning.

"Haru, this is Nagisa" he...introduced. It was really disheartening to introduce a friend to someone they were already close with.

The smell of sweet strawberries started to float up and mingle with the rank former-stew. He hoped that the strawberries would overpower the fishiness soon.

Haru remained near the stove as the two entered the kitchen. Immediately his eyes focused on the newcomer, taking note of his expression and the general vibe he gave off. He didn't seem to happy at the moment, and Haru briefly wondered if that was a normal thing, or if something had happened prior to him arriving.

As Makoto went off to fetch the matches for the candle, Haru remained quiet, not entirely sure of what to say to the other, or if he should say anything at all. Once Makoto returned, though, his hope of avoiding conversation flew out the window as Makoto introduced him.

Nagisa... that was new, considering he didn't know anyone named Nagisa. As he thought on it some more, however, a lightbulb went off in his head. "... are you the guy from that post about the peppers?" Even if their conversation was short, he did mention knowing Makoto... and considering Makoto knew him as well, it sort of made sense.

[ Nagisa paused when he first entered the kitchen and saw Haru standing at the stove. It took all the willpower he had not to leap at his friend and hug him tightly. Instead he looked down at his feet, shifting awkwardly. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't going to hurt Haru by seeming like he knew him personally. ]

Ah, yeah. That was me.

[ Rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably, Nagisa moved towards the kitchen table and sat down quietly. ]

...you're really lucky to have Mako-chan as your god, Haru-chan.

[ It'd been so different with Rei. Nagisa had experience befriending him from seemingly nowhere already. He could do so again, even if Rei had no memory of their past. But he knew Haru wouldn't be quite as easy. ]

[Makoto knew that Nagisa was holding himself back for Haru's sake. He appreciated it, but it was also hard to watch. Nagisa's energy and enthusiasm made Nagisa Nagisa.

At the comment, Makoto rubs his hand on the back of his neck bashfully.]

Not so lucky for lunch. Hahaha...

[ Haru's brow rose at that nickname. really? ]

... drop the chan. [ he says it mostly due to the fact that they just met. though, it didn't occur to him to say "Just Haru" or "Don't use chan".

his gaze momentarily shifts to Makoto at Nagisa's comment about being lucky, and he sighs softly at Makoto's response. ]

... we'll see. [ as unconvinced as he was, hearing someone that knew Makoto say that gave him some hope. of course, he's not entirely sure he can trust Nagisa yet... ]

Haru...

[ Nagisa's voice remains low and solemn as he respects Haru's wishes, if only for this one time. But it's more because of that reply than anything else Haru said. Nagisa blinks at him, before quickly turning his gaze back to Makoto. There was no way that comment didn't hurt. ]

[It did hurt. A lot. It hurt more than if he had been slightly blighted.

But he doesn't show it. Makoto is pretty good at stomaching his own pain and turning it back into a smile.]

I'll just have to do my best

[ Haru's brow rises as he looks between the other two, confusion written on his face. he's not sure where this sudden tension has come from, and he's not entirely sure how to react to it. did he say something wrong? were they hiding something from him?

whatever it was, however, he's not too concerned about it at the moment, as he turns back to the stove to inspect it one last time to make sure that they had managed to get every last bit off. ]

[ This sadness and tension - it didn't even matter if Nagisa had originally come over for a different reason, this all needed to stop. Sucking up any sad feelings he haa, Nagisa quickly stands up, hands landing loudly on the table in front of him. ]

Mako-chan's going to take great care of you, Haru-chan! Even if he sucks at cooking, he always looks after his friends! Me and the rest of the guys on our old swim team back home - he was always there when we needed someone!

[ He clenches his fists, determination to fix all this just pouring out of him. ]

And that's what I want more than anything right now - for all of us to become best friends! This whole thing is super hard but we can all make it great if we just stick with each other!

[Makoto was a bit surprised by Nagisa's outburst, but the words that flew from him were very true to who he is as a person. He appreciates it, he does. He wishes that it could be just as simple as Nagisa can declare it to be. Maybe it can be.]

It's all right, Nagisa.

[He smiles reassuringly.]

I believe we'll get there. It will just take time and effort.

Ah...now why did you want to come over again? I mean, you're always welcome over, but you seemed down when you came in.

[ hearing the loud smacking on the table, Haru's head immediately returns to the blond, eyes full of surprise. it soon disappears as Nagisa talks about Makoto, and Haru spares a quick glance to him before continuing to focus on Nagisa. swim team, huh? that explains how they knew each other. and they seem to be closer than he first realized.

at the mention of wanting to become best friends, Haru's brows furrow. sure he was Makoto's shinki, but did was it even okay to be suddenly included in their best friends pact? he turns to Makoto when he starts to speak, and his words stick with Haru. "It will just take time and effort." great.

Makoto's question causes Haru's head to tilt, and he glances back to the other, curious to hear what he'd say. ]

[ Nagisa sighs, head dropping as he gives a short whine of disappointment. This definitely was going to take time and effort, as Makoto claimed. Nagisa had some experience with that, but Haru was on any entirely different level when it came to trust and friendship. ]

It was my memory.

[ Maybe it was better to change topics anyway. It'd be harder if they scared Haru away too quickly, anyway. Nagisa sits back down, leaning forward on the table with his arms stretched out in front of him. ]

You were talking about things happening at school that I didn't remember at all.

[He nods slowly before running a hand through his hair.]

I wonder why. It doesn't make any sense. None of this makes sense, but it definitely doesn't make sense that you can't remember your second year of high school.

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Shit. It was my turn! I'VE LET EVERYONE DOWN

nah i'm the failure. taking this long to reply orz

shush you two. there are no failures!

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