Literature
MakoHaru One-Shot: Forget Me Not
“Makoto.” Haru nudged the sleeping teen’s shoulder a bit.
“Mm…?” Makoto shifted a bit, not opening his eyes.
“Time to get up.” Haru sat on the edge of the bed, nudging him a bit rougher this time.
“I’m up. I’m up.” Makoto sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Where are we again?”
“You’re at my house, in the guest room.”
He smiled slightly, “We must be pretty good friends then, huh?” Haru never answered that question. He just simply stood from the bed and went out to the kitchen. It’s been almost two weeks and ther