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“It’s where I told you ‘I love you’ for the first time.” It had been his plan to, of course, until he found out that Makoto was seeing someone. He smiled softly. “I took you out by the waves, and we watched the sun set, and once it was down, I told you, and you cried.” He kissed Makoto’s temple. It was something like that anyway.

‘I love you, too. Of course I’ll be your best man.’

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Makoto wrapped his arms around Rin protectively, rubbing his back, still shivering slightly, his large frame shaken to the bones. He took comfort in Rin’s warmth, breathing in deep to try to find his center of calm, the solid, lithe body in his arms anchoring him.

“That was- that was something else. Are you okay? I um, I just want to make sure. Maybe we should go somewhere else for a little while? I could buy you dinner. If you want.” He was still cold, it felt tense, and he wanted to get the both of them elsewhere, somewhere safer.

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“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Makoto lay back, turning away to lay on his sie and curl into himself, wanting to practice his space while simultaneously wanting to pull Rin close and bury his face in those rouge tresses, his heart hammering with nerves. There was no helping it, now, his arms wrapping around himself, the way he would have to sleep for the next tour. He wondered if there would be time for visits.

Idol Hearts, Idol Minds

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Makoto winced, biting his lower lip to contain his sounds. It smarted, but it was bearable.

“A little bit, but it’s nothing to worry about.”

"It's locked..."

“W-what do you mean it’s locked? It can’t be locked. It’s too dark in here to be locked, right?” It had started as an innocent meeting between the captain and manager in the closet to find some important things for practice. It was before practice, though, so surely it was a matter of time before the others looked for him.

He blushed ruffling his hair.

“S-should I try to break it down?”

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Makoto was beaming with pride, seeing his son shake hands with the boy that had one and heading over to sit before the relay, giving Makoto a happy wave, who waved back excitedly. Kosuki looked to the side, slightly embarrassed, despite his obviously pleased smile.

“He beat his personal best! And he looked like he was really happy out there, didn’t he?” He looked over at Sousuke, that same smile playing his features. His late husband had once called it “disarming”, but then, that was a long time ago.

Makoto had been in a bit of a hurry. He had just wanted to grab some groceries before going to his son's track meet. He had grabbed a small trophy and some candies to stuff into it. When his bag bottomed out, he huffed, slightly exasperated with the situation. No one would stop by to help him out as he stooped low to begin picking everything up, wanting to make sure the plastic trophy had made it through.

Muse A is walking out of the store with a paper bag full of groceries when the bottom gives out, sending everything scattering. Muse B is the only person considerate enough to stop and aid them.

Going to the supermarket with hisdaughter was always an ordeal for Sousuke since he couldn’t refuse his little princessanything. Hopefully she was still too young to abuse of it. However when thesingle dad said ‘no’ to her, it was the beginning of his trial. First was thecries then the tears to finally being ignored as they arrived to the checkout. Sousukeknew he would be forgiven once home though.

As they walked out of thesupermarket, his daughter insisting that she could carry some of the bags too,she suddenly stopped to run ahead. “Yuki!” Sousuke realized that his princessonly reached for a brown haired man. Apparently his bag had died on him andspread out all he had bought. His daughter was just trying to help and hewalked there to do something to lend a hand to this guy by gathering everything.

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Makoto nodded vigorously, rubbing soothing circles into Haru’s back, his breathing growing deeper and more relaxed. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his old friend turned significant other’s mop of inky locks.

“Of course, Haru-chan. I’ll do everything I can to get to see you and hear you. Anything for you. And I’ll bring back a lot of souveneirs for you and- oh, I can write you a letter every day in a notebook and give it to you when I come back! Would that be okay?”

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Makoto popped his head up, peaking over at Nagisa. He let down his guard, leaning forward to get a closer look. He put his hands up, as if to call a truce, however temporary.

“Bless you! Are you okay, Nagisa-kun?” He checked to see if the other needed a potential break, wanting to make sure his friend’s care came first.

♛ It’s On Now

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Makoto laughed through his tears and nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Haru’s lips. He wrapped his arms around the other and buried his face in Haru’s hair.

“Thank you. I’m sorry I’m crying- I just- but now I have to leave and- I wish I could take you with me.” He took an inhale, trying to compose himself. His heart was swelling with the realization that Haru returned his feelings.

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Haru smiled softly, murmuring the words back into Makoto’s own. He knew that things were going to come to a close, but everything felt more to him like a beginning. It made his heart swell, and he tried to remind himself it was only the beginning of the end.

“D-do you remember the swim meet in Hawaii? When I had you come along while you were in college?”

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"...Haruka-senpai told me to seek you out..."

“Ah, I see. If Haru-chan sent you, then I suppose it can’t be helped. What can I help you with?”

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Makoto lightly trailed his fingers along Nagisa’s back, laughing nervously. He had heard quite a bit about his next opponent, who was apparently completely ruthless, calculating, but unpredictable. He was apparently a bit of a cocky brute, as well. 

“It’s on Wednesday. Can I come by after? I have a feeling like I’m going to get a little roughed up. But I’m sure it’ll be no problem, a definite victory.” He smiled softly through the edge. “Besides I have a good luck charm now~”

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“I might just make him so I don’t feel alone.” He laughed brightly, making his way toward Nagisa. He would have normally taken the burden of the dare onto just himself, but the potential of Ai in the cute maid dress again was enough for him to reconsider.

“You looked really nice. It’s true!”

oof

They were playing a very special form of tag, one involving the tantalizing press of lips as a surprise to someone else. By the end of the day, whoever was still it owed Nagisa a favor, something no one really wanted to be a part of. 

Makoto was still it. Everyone was on their guard, and even though he had almost gotten several people to cave, he found resilience in their offensive.

It was no holds bar. Anyone on the two swim teams were game. He made eye-contact with Rin when he saw the petite young man making his way around the corner, a flash of concern going through his friend’s crimson eyes when he made a mad dash to pull Nitori up by his collar and initiated a sweet, passionate kiss, going so far as to wrap an arm around his waist and dip him, Rin fuming in the background, through mild laughter.

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Makoto winced through some of the bloodwork, taking all of the necessary tests, but not being a big fan of needles. He cleared his throat while the doctor looked over the charts.

“Wow, twins, congratulations. Two perfectly healthy babies. The only thing I can see as a problem is your stress levels and how they might be affecting the environment for the babies, as well as your own well being. I reccomend taking it easy for the next few days.”

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Makoto snorted, taking half of the damage when he shielded his nose and eyes, giving an almost five-o-clock shadow appearance of powder. He used the the opportunity to throw a fistful at Nagisa’s daisy locks with a ridiculous giggle, immediately ducking and rolling for cover, sneaking around the counter.

♛ It’s On Now

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Makoto shook harder, throwing the blanket over his head and squealed unhappily. He vowed in his head to protect Rin, just then, flinging the blanket and going around the paper to pull Rin to his chest to shield him from the demon.

The pencil moved back to yes.

“W-we can’t just close it, we have to say g-goodbye, say goodbye to it, Rin!” The pencil moved back to no, and Makoto freely started flinging salt at it. 

An unnatural squeak tore from Makoto’s throat.

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Makoto gasped, rocketing his hips forward in a steadfast, heavy rhythm, stroking the fire kindling at the base of his spine, boiling his blood. His senses were overwhelmed with Rei, blue and soft and silky and warm, a breath of fresh air, beautiful in every way, permeating through his veins, swirling like smoke behind his eyes, sweet and sticky and ripe on his tongue like a hot fresh summer. He moaned low in his throat, the rumbling traveling through his chest a playful smile twisting onto his lips, his gaze fixed on Rei’s face, branding that pleasure into his mind.

“Y-you’re beautiful, Rei-chan. S-stunning.”

You. Me. Bed. Now. (azurebutterfly)

8) Our muses trying to be dominant over the other in bed.

Makoto laughed lightly into the kiss, rolling his hips up into his lover’s own, letting Rei have a little bit of temporary control over the situation, one hand of his languidly stroking up his arm to rest in his hair. He rolled them, pressing into Rei while still giving him room to push Makoto off if he so desired. One hand found it’s way down to the hem of his shirt, resting against the flesh there.

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Makoto felt his heart pound in his chest. Yes, he very much did want more, he wanted to see all of Rei, if possible, but he wondered if this was entirely the way he had imagined it. He chewed on his lower lip. The dynamic of their friendship was definitely altered irrevocably at this point, but he knew that Rei, despite the bravado of his text messages, was leaning on a lot of solid trust Makoto had done his best to earn.

Would revealing his feelings break that trust, or prove his own?

His hands shook.

[Text] I want to see more but...

H swallowed.

[Text] I want to see in person, after dinner sometime?

[Text] I’m sorry if it’s too much or a let down, I just like you a lot, Rei.

[Text] As more than friends.

He tucked his knees up to his chest, painfully aroused still, and incredibly nervous.

[Text] Is that okay?

[Text] What are you wearing? (azurebutterfly)

Makoto laughed at the message on his screen, snapping a quick photo of himself from the waist up. He had just gotten out of the shower and was about to head to bed. When he was home alone, it was nice to lounge around in the buff.

[Text] Well, I have on a smile.