I’ve always been drawn to Makoto’s ability to weave quiet tension into friendships that teeter on
the edge of romance. Their fic 'Whisper of the Unsaid' nails this perfectly—two childhood friends, Kyo and Haru, stuck in a loop of almost-
confessions during late-night study sessions. The way Makoto describes Haru’s fingers lingering on Kyo’s wrist, or how Kyo memorizes the curve of Haru’s
smile but never speaks it aloud, is agonizingly beautiful.
Another standout is 'Beneath Cherry
blossoms,' where Rina and Leo share umbrellas and
stolen glances but never the truth. Makoto’s pacing lets the silence between them scream louder than any dialogue. The rain scenes? Masterful. It’s the small details—a shared sweater, a half-finished sentence—that make the
unspoken feelings crushingly real.