Makoto stepped back as Haru went to get out of the tub on his own. His fingers slowly curled into his palm as he lowered his hand to his side. His hand felt cold as if all of the feeling was sapped out of it in that instant.
He watched with a slowly fading smile as the water cascaded down Haru's face and neck. His heart once again sank into the acidic pit of his stomach. The pleasant familiarity from before turned sour immediately.
Don't call me Haru-chan
That was fair. That was completely fair. They had...just met and that honorific was used only for people...that they were extremely close to.
His hand tightened slightly into a fist, but not so much for it to be noticeable. He pulled in a shallow breath.
"People pray about all sort of things. I was able to hear them out in the ocean." he explained, his smile returning. "It seemed like the easiest one. I don't want us to get in over our heads"
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He watched with a slowly fading smile as the water cascaded down Haru's face and neck. His heart once again sank into the acidic pit of his stomach. The pleasant familiarity from before turned sour immediately.
Don't call me Haru-chan
That was fair. That was completely fair. They had...just met and that honorific was used only for people...that they were extremely close to.
His hand tightened slightly into a fist, but not so much for it to be noticeable. He pulled in a shallow breath.
"People pray about all sort of things. I was able to hear them out in the ocean." he explained, his smile returning. "It seemed like the easiest one. I don't want us to get in over our heads"