// ah no i get it, my muse tends to be pretty unstable so my posts kinda vary. and yeah i think i've seen pics of the younger versions of those statues, i think they're based off the new movie?? but I'm not sure. makoharu is super fluffy, i'm also just a sucker for childhood friends ^^;;
Just like back in Iwatobi, Haru and Makoto's connection still seemed to be beyond words. Haruka knew the other boy was crying without even looking up or breaking away from the embrace, because it was Makoto and of course he was riddled with emotion. Haru was as well, though he wouldn't show it as easily as the brunette before him. And yet for a moment he felt the threat of tears in the corners of his eyes, a small but familiar sting that he quickly and successfully resisted against. Haruka didn't cry or even tear up often, but he could clearly remember the feeling of fighting back tears when they had both been standing on the dock at the beach, fireworks mocking them in the background as Makoto had announced that he'd be attending university in Tokyo. Haru had allowed himself to get mad then, to raise his voice and let himself feel betrayed by the one boy who had stood by him through it all. Combine that with the looming threat of an undecided future, it was safe to say that Haru had been overwhelmed.
In the back of his mind the shorter of the two wondered just how long it had been since then. With Makoto hugging him the way he was, somehow having found him in a one out of however many students the university had chance, that moment on the dock felt like it had been a bad dream. Truthfully, as he'd feared when Makoto had first announced his decision, they had drifted apart. In between training and classes and the overall fact that Haru wasn't much of a phone person to begin with, they had lost touch. And yet now Makoto was standing in front of him with tears causing his green eyes to glisten. Leave it to Makoto to have such a heartfelt reunion after so many years apart. Of course, Haruka didn't mind it at all. He preferred this rather than tiptoeing around each other. It would take too much effort to act awkward around Makoto; he knew him too well to do so, and likely vise versa.
The other's laugh, a sound he hadn't heard in much too long, rang soft and familiar near Haru's ear. It gave him the same nostalgic feeling one would get when the smell of chocolate chip cookies would remind them of home, or when a movie one always watched with their family would come on the television even when they're hundreds of miles away. Haru's parents were good to him, but they often left him to his own devices in Iwatobi. Never alone, though, because Makoto was always there with him, entering his home and opening the door to his bathroom because somehow Haru always found himself in the tub. Even though it was a joke, Haruka could see how Makoto still had a point. It would've made sense for him to be in the pool rather than lingering around it. He could only really blame his trainers for that.
Haru retreated back as well, not even having to look at Makoto to know he'd been right about the waterworks, but doing so anyways. The way Makoto said his name hadn't changed either, it seemed. He glanced over at the water nearby at Makoto's comment, muscles itching to dive back in. "They won't let me overdo it," he explained while knowing he probably didn't need to, his gaze shifting back to the brunette in front of him. Now that they weren't embracing he could get a better look at just how much Makoto had or hadn't changed. Haruka couldn't be sure if it was just because he'd been used to seeing Makoto almost every day, so much so that he practically had the other memorized, but Makoto hardly looked different. Maybe a little more tired due to late nights in the university library and simply older in general, but still the same features he'd grown up with. "You don't look very different," he pointed out, because it was true and it was probably better than just staring at the other in silence.
