#dark!haru

For a thing from @aboutiroh​ I think and @nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice​

       The quietness currently gathered in the room was unbearable and only the sound of water dripping from the broken sink made him feel like he still existed.

       Tap. Was the sound of a single droplet of water hitting the cool bathroom floor tiles. Tap. Another followed. The two droplets must have joined together, one within the other. Forever separate, never to be alone again. 

       Tap. Tap. 

       Tap tap tap tap tap.

       It must have been an hour. Instead of becoming irritated at the irregular sounds like any other ordinary human being, Haruka felt calmer. He felt as if he was a baby cradled against his mother's chest, and the sound of every droplet hitting the floor was the sound of his mother cooing. Contentment. He felt the same satisfaction before that one evening in high school. Back then he was better. There were those who could keep him from slipping. 

       Makoto? Yes, there was Makoto. That evening he fell asleep against Makoto's chest and the other male's steady heart beat soothed him. Like the water droplets. Nagisa and Rei were of comfort too. Nagisa with his gentle nuzzling and Rei with his clear, well rhythmed words. Where did they all go? Another school? Another city? Under the ground or...In his closets?

       They were supposed to stop him.

       And now no one was safe. 

       "Have you fixed it yet?" A voice rang out from downstairs, impatient yet still loving. Haruka looked up from the floor on which his eyes had glued for the past sixty minutes. 

N e r v o u s . He wasn’t sure why she was acting like this and even his bored facade had fallen, showing his lack of surity. “I’m not sure if you know what you’re agreeing to, Nanami.”

“…Eh? That’s not like you.”