Haru X Makoto Novels & Stories

Luke paused, remembering the things Valentino did to him. Haru could see that it was getting hard for Luke to continue so he pulled him into a tight hug. "It's okay Lex, I think I heard enough. Your face tells me more than I need to know." Luke let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around Haru. They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms before the door suddenly burst open. Luke and Haru abruptly pulled away from each other. "Oh, thank goodness. I thought you two were having sex." Himiko teased.

**Mia:** “Yeah. We’ve been practicing together in fire elective. He’s really good at control.” Haru feels heat crawl up his neck—not sparks, just normal blush. **Haru:** “She’s the one keeping me from burning everything down.” Takeshi chuckles. **Takeshi:** “Sounds familiar. Keiko had to teach me not to overcook the rice when we were first married.” **Keiko (playfully swatting his arm):** “You still do sometimes.”

Haru mocked. Haru was a good friend of Adharia and even if they shared the same goals, they still treated each other like friends. It wasn't just a friendship of convenience, but a friendship that tested their trust for each other. And as of right now, Haru had the sense of guilt that he dragged Adharia into this audience when they were just tortured, played, and made fun since earlier. And for a girl like her, this is heavy and deep, he was afraid this could traumatize her, and all he could do to comfort her was tell her that this will end soon.

* he looked at her questioningly *always good for a surprise, you know me* Keyla looked at Kojiro, who was a bit confused *Kojiro, this is Haru, he was like my mentor when I was studying in Hamburg* Kojiro dutifully shook his hand *how's your husband?* Keyla had hoped he wouldn't ask, but why should it go the way she wanted it to? *he is healthy again and is already back on the soccer field. Speaking of football, we have to go. Haru if I can make it, I'll come visit you again before I leave* Keyla smiled at Haru, who shook hands with both of them in farewell.

But unlike the Eros that Arthur had, Haru is treasuring and filial type of love and longing. “She is as beautiful as what I remember of her.” Standing under the Sakura tree by which gentle wind is blowing a young maiden’s light to dark purple umbra colored hair that resembles the clear night sky. Arthur is stunned as their eyes met and her voice echoes. “Who are you?” Both Haru and Farah are taken by the meeting of the shard and equivalent existence of their parents into this world and book. Though they are too prideful to not admit anything. The longing is too strong that they are having a hard time to control themselves not to interfere.