#So if we assume they're at a two-semester school as is very common
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wisdom is realizing the school bus graveyard kids are actively living through the mass hysteria of the 2016 killer clown sightings
#SBG takes place in 2016 we think#And the kids are taking their exams#USUALLY#exams happen at the end of a semester#So if we assume they're at a two-semester school as is very common#Yall October may have already passed#Either they HAVE lived through it#They will in the future#Or they actively are#Sbg#school bus#school bus graveyard#Fambles#sbg webtoon
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Ooohh how about haru being possessive of makoto while they're hanging out with friends because kisumi is there being clingy with makoto (if you're comfortable with it)
Jealous Haru is ALWAYS my pleasure to write. Thanks for the prompt! Iâm going to take the liberty of making this pre-confessions because I think itâs way cute when Haru pretends Makoto is his bf to ward off other predators. Hope you like it!
Rating: T (for brief adult topics)
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Tokyo was the last place Haru thought he would ever have to deal with this.Â
In fact, one of the best benefits of moving there (aside from having Makotoâs attention entirely on him a majority of the time), was the fact that the very person he wanted as far from possible from his best friend would not be there. He hadnât ever even taken into account that someone like Shigino Kisumi would also want to attend the same university that Makoto had chosen to go to, and which Haru had loyally chose as well.Â
His worst nightmare had manifested into this reality a week into their first semester at school, when Makoto had, to Haruâs displeasure, excitedly bragged about running into on campus the very headache of a pink-haired man that Haru now saw at least twice a week. Unwillingly. It was Makotoâs idea to start having âIwatobi Reunionsâ to ward away the homesickness, to which Haru had insistently reminded him that without Rei and Nagisa and with the inclusion of someone they hadnât hung out with since middle school for christâs sake it didnât really count as any sort of reunion. Makoto, bless his poor, unnecessarily friendly soul, disagreed.Â
And thatâs how Haru ends up sitting across from his best friend at a ramen shop, glaring at the long, playful arm that belongs to Kisumi wrapped around his broad shoulders. He huffs, shrinking even further back into the booth and tightening his crossed arms over his chest as he half-listens to Kisumi tell another story about his younger brother.Â
âI canât make this up, Makoto. He seriously asked if you and I would get married!â He laughs a little too loudly for Haruâs comfort, drawing the attention of several other tables to them. âI said, âHayato, what makes you say that?â and he goes- he says, âSo Coach and brother can teach me all the time!ââ He leans into Makoto, pressing a hand into the chuckling brunetâs chest as he howls, âI couldnât stop laughing, it was too cute.â
Makoto grins good-naturedly, but canât quite hide his concern for Haruâs disposition as he glances in the ravenâs direction. âI canât believe he really wants me around that bad,â he shakes his head in disbelief. He looks at Haru and grins, âMaybe Iâm in the right Major after all.âÂ
Haru hums his stubborn agreement, but only because he knows it will make Makoto feel better and not because it will validate Kisumiâs entirely un-funny story. Â
Kisumi gives Haru a sly look, grinning that sneaky fox smile that he has whenever heâs up to no good, and by that he means when Kisumiâs doing anything that he knows will piss him off. âHope you wouldnât mind standing up at the wedding, Haru. Probably safe to say youâll be Makotoâs best man.â
Stubbornness taking full reign, Haru can do nothing to hold back the annoyed comeback, âHe canât say yes if heâs already dating someone else!âÂ
Suddenly the crowded restaurant feels a lot quieter than it did a second ago, and the heaters keeping away the winter chill must have doubled their output because Haru feels hot. In the embarrassed way, specifically.
âH-haru,â Makoto half-laughs, but is giving him that raised eyebrow that reads What the heck are you talking about?
Kisumiâs brows raise in surprise as well, but his mischievous smirk remains as he coos, âOoh, so Makoto is dating someone then? Who? You have to tell now that Haru gave it away!â He leans forward eagerly, looking between the two best friends for who will cave first.Â
âUh- I⌠Haru, why donât you tell him. Since, um, you knowâŚ?â Makoto tries to lie, really tries his best but itâs beyond unconvincing.Â
Kisumiâs attention is now fully on Haru, determined enough that he doesnât notice the helpless shrug Makoto gives him along with his panicked do something! expression. Â
âMakoto and I are dating,â Haru says it like itâs the most natural fact of life. Like itâs something heâs been saying for months now. Like itâs the Godâs honest truth.Â
Kisumi jolts out of his seat and slams his fists onto the table, rattling the dishwear on it and giggling delightedly, âI knew it! I knew it would happen the moment you two left Iwatobi!â
âHaru and- US? You- ME? Wait, WHAT-?â Makoto shrieks through gritted teeth, frantically glancing between the two other boys who are locked in a challenging staredown that suggests thereâs a bit more than just the shock settling between them. Kisumiâs eyes scream his doubt as he begins to drill Haru with questions, ignoring Makotoâs confused and faint whining.
âHow long?â
âA month and a half.â
âWho asked who?â
âMakoto confessed first.â
Makoto shrieks dismally again at that, his face a shade of red that almost has Haru concerned. âI did??â Kisumi continues his onslaught mercilessly though, ignoring Makotoâs embarrassment in favor of asking a question that leaves the brunet groaning with shame and slamming his forehead into the table with defeat.
âSo have you done it yet?âÂ
Kisumiâs challenging gaze is infuriating, to say the least, but Haru knows just how to piss him off back.Â
âI probably shouldnât say, but I think you can guess why we were late to dinner tonight.â
Haru takes Makotoâs silence as his sign of surrender, his face thoroughly buried in his hands and the only visible skin of his neck terribly flushed. Kisumi sits back finally, apparently showing his surrender as well, and shrugs nonchalantly, âHuh. Well Iâll be damned.â
Haru just smirks the tiniest of smirks in reply. Check mate.Â
âWell, sorry for separating the lovely couple,â Kisumi gestures towards the empty seat besides Haru. âHopefully I didnât break up any thrilling games of footsie.â
âDonât worry,â Haru shrugs back, âweâve been doing it this whole time anyway. Easier when youâre across from each other.â
Makoto shows his despair with a weak kick under the table to Haruâs shin, which Haru catches with his own feet and locks him in place.
âHaarruuuu,â Makoto moans through his hands, shaking his head in dismay. âY-you didnât have to go that far.â
Haru assumes Makoto means that regarding his lie, but insists flatly, âHe asked.â
âTMI is a thing. Am I the only one who thinks that?â He sighs, finally lifting his head from hiding. His cheeks are still a pretty shade of pink, enough that Haru takes pride in being the reason why they look that way.Â
âNo worries, Mako-chan,â Kisumi grins reassuringly, then gives Haru a much less soft look, âI would have found out eventually. I just wish you all had told me sooner! I wouldnât have interrupted so many of your dates then.â
Haru interjects, âIt is pretty rude.â
âHey, be nice,â Makoto barks in that Mom way that doesnât actually hurt anyoneâs feelings.Â
âSorry, honey,â the name slides off Haruâs tongue easier than he expects. He intended for it just to annoy Kisumi, but he actually enjoys the way it makes his fake boyfriend stammer and glance away, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt to hide his flustered reaction.Â
âI-itâs okay,â he concedes, and Haru has a feeling that means he has Makoto on his side with this lie now.Â
The strawberry blonde annoyance seems to drop the subject after that, apparently satisfied enough with the investigation, and continues to talk about nothing in the kind of way that makes Haru wonder if he just likes hearing the sound of his own voice. After a few minutes and now close to finishing their meals, Haru notices Makoto still looks slightly rattled and has the sense to feel a little guilty about it. He really did put him in an awkward situation, mostly due to Haruâs own selfish fantasies, so he tries to think of a way to make it up to him. That ideaâs thrown away though as Haru notices the way Makotoâs fingers anxiously tap on the table before him, even though it looks like heâs fully listening to the guy next to him, and gets a better one instead. One that will also drive Kisumi up a wall too.Â
The brunet makes no move away when Haruâs fingers dance against his for only a moment before sliding into his palm. In fact, he takes it rather gracefully when he clasps Haruâs smaller hand as if this was a common occurrence. The only thing that gives him away is the side glance that he shoots Haru a second later, his furrowed brow not angry, but certainly intrigued by something. Kisumi, on the other hand, stutters noticeably in his sentence and glares at the interlocked hands for only a moment before continuing on, his smile a little less pleasant now.Â
The rest of dinner goes by without any comparable disturbances, and before Haru realizes it (he sort of lost track of time once he realized he and Makoto were actually playing footsie under the table) Kisumi is excusing himself, thanking them for having him at dinner.Â
âYou guys have to promise not to bail on me all the time now that youâre dating,â he teases, and Makoto actually laughs while Haru just stares. Unamused.Â
âWeâll always make time for you, Kisumi! Itâs nice to see a familiar face every now and then,â Makotoâs grin is almost as warm as his thumb that brushes over the top of Haruâs hand soothingly.Â
âAh, I think you have a pretty familiar one with you already,â this time, the sentiment sounds more genuine as Kisumi nods to their connected hands. Makoto looks down with a faint smile on his lips, then glances up at Haru with a gaze that stops the ravenâs heart momentarily.Â
âYeah, I do,â he agrees, but his eyes stay on Haruâs the whole time.Â
Kisumi leaves with a final goodbye after that, and Haru suddenly realizes that if he doesnât move his hand away soon, heâs going to look pretty suspicious and Makotoâs going to have even more questions about his stunt then. He starts to slide his hand away as inconspicuously as he can, eyes locked on the empty ramen bowl in front of him to avoid any more gut-churning looks from his friend, but the hand around his only tightens and holds his in place steadily.Â
His head shoots up, unable to stop the hopeful glint in his own eyes as he meets Makotoâs. The brunet smiles at him, warm and bright and perfect as usual, but the feeling it gives Haru in the pit of his stomach is something new, and something that he hopes to feel more often.Â
âItâs kind of nice like this, isnât it?â Makoto says softly, his other hand joining the ones already on the table, cradling Haruâs gently as if itâll break in his grasp. âI⌠think I could get used to this. If we have to pretend, you know,â he shrugs noncommittally, but Haru can read his tone better than anyone else.Â
He can only hear Makoto above the pounding of his own heart in his ears, but that doesnât stop him at all. Nothing could stop him at this point, not even a sneaky, pink-haired intruder.Â
âYeah, it is nice,â Haru murmurs only for Makoto to hear, and squeezes his hand just a little tighter into his friendâs.
Heâd have to remember to grudgingly thank Kisumi for this later.Â
#prompt#makoharu#fanfiction#my fanfiction#my fics#shigino kisumi#sorry for any mistakes#i wrote this kind of fast
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