[ Speechless, Makoto cannot tear his eyes away from Haru. It’d be fine. This small echo thunders in his ears, like a microphone held too close to speakers. It's deafening. How many things have been said between them that never reached this pitch? To say he had dreamed of this moment gave him too much credit: he wished, but would never dare to imagine. Now, with subtle words, he’s forced to grapple with the small, polite implication that, maybe... He could be that “right guy” for Haru.
His smile complex, he can’t deny the stress that pools in his chest. There are years of safeguards here he’s forced to undo, practically none which could be taken down in mere seconds. A rejection almost would have been easier, he thinks ruefully; at least that, he was prepared for. His eyes glance aside as he rubs his pounding heart. A small, audible sigh slips out of him, his fretting evident. He’s overwhelmed, but he’s not doing either of them any favours by letting his timid heart have its way. Terribly, if this is his chance, he wants it to be perfect, but no about of breathing or waiting was going to still the inevitable shake in his voice.
So he stands, facing Haru—he tries to stand up straight and instill confidence in himself, but a small, shy laughter quickly undoes his efforts. He slouches, his neck craned in turn, his shoulders high, and he smiles his very best: ]
Would... you like to go to the Aquarium with me, Haru? I think... that’s something couples like to do, right? Maybe next week....
[ Never mind that their brunch not-date is still in front of them. Too many years of subtlety and friendship, he realizes he needs something obvious. ]
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His smile complex, he can’t deny the stress that pools in his chest. There are years of safeguards here he’s forced to undo, practically none which could be taken down in mere seconds. A rejection almost would have been easier, he thinks ruefully; at least that, he was prepared for. His eyes glance aside as he rubs his pounding heart. A small, audible sigh slips out of him, his fretting evident. He’s overwhelmed, but he’s not doing either of them any favours by letting his timid heart have its way. Terribly, if this is his chance, he wants it to be perfect, but no about of breathing or waiting was going to still the inevitable shake in his voice.
So he stands, facing Haru—he tries to stand up straight and instill confidence in himself, but a small, shy laughter quickly undoes his efforts. He slouches, his neck craned in turn, his shoulders high, and he smiles his very best: ]
Would... you like to go to the Aquarium with me, Haru? I think... that’s something couples like to do, right? Maybe next week....
[ Never mind that their brunch not-date is still in front of them. Too many years of subtlety and friendship, he realizes he needs something obvious. ]