Not One Word Has Been Said

Pairing: MakoHaru

Rating: T

Note: I kinda dared myself not to use any quotation marks here. Have a brief, wordless, fluff-filled exchange of emotions.

The rest of the swim club had already left that Friday afternoon, and Makoto stayed behind with Haruka at the pool out of habit. It only felt like half an hour after Nagisa shouted at both of them not to hang around the pool too long before he left with Gou and Rei, so it wasn't much of a surprise to see Haruka still doing laps at a relaxed pace at that moment. Makoto, still wearing his swimsuit underneath their team jacket, continued to watch in silence as his childhood friend swam to his heart's content.

Haruka was only barely aware of Makoto's presence while he was in the water. He knew that his childhood friend would never leave without him, and that Makoto had a towel at the ready for when he gets out of the pool. It made no sense for Haruka to make Makoto wait any longer than he already had, and so he swam to the edge of the pool.

Haruka seemed to have already had his fill of swimming at the pool for that day, so Makoto immediately stretched out his hand to pull him up from the pool. His hand had been firmly grasped as he pulled Haruka up. A clean towel was given, and Haruka briefly dried his face and hair immediately after receiving it. Haruka let the damp towel hang around his shoulders as he stole a glance at Makoto's ever-smiling face.

Before Makoto could take a step back to turn around and head to the locker room with Haruka, Haruka abruptly stepped towards Makoto, letting their toes almost touch by how close they were to each other. He froze, feeling a little awkward at the almost involuntary action on his part, as he looked up into Makoto's slightly surprised face. He didn't know how to explain his sudden movement to Makoto. Haruka didn't even know how to explain it to himself.

It only took a second for Makoto's face to go from surprised to smiling again. It took a little of the awkwardness off Haruka's chest. Feeling Makoto lean down and rest his forehead against Haruka's forehead replaced the awkwardness with something else. Their noses barely touched, and Makoto had his eyes closed. They simply stayed that way for a short while, Haruka staring intently at Makoto's eyelids as if expecting them to flutter open and, at the same time, wanting the comfortable warmth that came from skin-to-skin contact with Makoto to stay longer.

Makoto opened his eyes, staring directly into Haruka's clear blue orbs, and chuckled softly. Haruka knit his eyebrows, wondering what had amused Makoto, when Makoto had pulled back to break contact. Haruka visibly frowned and quickly scrunched up his eyes as Makoto planted a soft, lingering kiss to Haruka's forehead. Makoto pulled back once more and saw Haruka scowling a little.

Makoto smiled wider at Haruka for a brief moment, letting his gaze linger a little longer, before turning around to head to the locker room. Haruka took a deep breath and started walking, quickening his pace a little just to end up walking beside Makoto and matched Makoto's walking pace just as quick. His forehead still tingled from the contact, and Haruka was okay with that.