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Makoto’s thumb rests on the pulse point in Haru’s neck, feeling the slow, strong beats of his lover’s heart tirelessly sending blood through Haru’s veins, even as the dark haired boy sleeps peacefully next to him, his arms wrapped comfortable around Makoto’s waist.
He counts every precious pulse that races past his thumb as he attempts to match his breathing to Haru’s.
Outside, the wind sends the rain pelting into the window across the room from him, and every once in a while a flash of lightning will illuminate Haru’s face, followed by a roar of thunder moments later.
It was just such a roar that had awoken Makoto and had sent his heart galloping away in fright. He wishes they didn’t live so close to the ocean sometimes. If they were further away from the coastline, he’s sure he wouldn’t be so troubled by something as simple as a storm.
His thumb twitches against Haru’s neck with the next roar of thunder, and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and burying his face in Haru’s hair. The storm will pass by soon. The forecast had predicted it as such.
With the scent of Haru’s shampoo in his nose and the steady pulse of Haru’s heart beating under the pad of Makoto’s thumb, he feels himself calm after the thunder. He focuses himself on counting the beats, drowning out the sound of the wind and the rain railing against the walls and windows.
'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...' Another clap of thunder pulls him from his state of concentration and he grits his teeth. 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..' he restarts, even as his own heart beats irregularly in his chest, startling with every flash of light against his closed eyelids, like a terrifying case of the hiccups.
And then Haru’s heartbeat skips and speeds up a fraction. A hand is sliding up from his waist along his back to rest on his shoulder. “Makoto..”
The sleepy voice drags Makoto out of his own mind and he opens his eyes just in time to see a bolt of lightning light Haru’s face up, his eyes half lidded but shining with concern as they become more alert.
Haru moves his hand away from Makoto’s shoulder to take hold of the hand at his neck, closing his fingers around Makoto’s and pulling it away from Haru’s neck, closing his own hand around it. Haru's hands are smaller than Makoto's, but he holds it tight nontheless, lacing their fingers together as he sits up and pulls Makoto over to him, into his lap. Makoto barely fits in Haru's lap, and he feels sort of ridiculous being held like this, but then Haru's fingers are gently running through Makoto’s hair as his lover whispers comfortingly to him in the dark. “Shh, Makoto, Makoto, we’re safe.” he says, and brings Makoto's hand up to his lips to kiss his fingers before he releases it in favor of tugging the larger man closer, snugly against Haru's chest..
Makoto pulls the arm Haru had been sleeping on a moment ago around Haru’s waist, ignoring the pin pricks shooting into his skin from his elbow down. He nuzzles into Haru’s neck and lets himself be held and comforted by Haru’s voice until his heart no longer races every time the room lights up. When Haru starts to stroke his back as they sit up against the headboard of their bed, he finally starts to calm down, embarrassed to realize he'd squeezing the black haired man underneath him so hard as he relaxes.
He tries to pull away from Haru’s lap, only to be pulled right back in, against Haru’s chest in a tight hug that he immediately reciprocates, so so grateful that he has his best friend in the entire world right here and that he got lucky enough that Haru actually fell in love with him.
“Makoto, do you wanna watch a movie with me?” Haru asks, his chin bumping into the top of Makoto’s head at certain syllables.
Makoto tightens his grip around Haru and nods. “Yeah. Let’s watch that movie Nagisa lent us.. The American one..” he says softly. He isn't really interested in the movie. He knows Haru isn't either, but it's two in the morning and he isn't going to be able to sleep until the lightning stops, and he does want to keep holding Haru this closely.
Haru pushes his nose into Makoto’s hair and hums, nodding against the top of his head. “Alright. We should watch it with earphones on the laptop so we can see more closely.” he suggests, and Makoto finds himself smiling, grateful to have Haru by his side.