Haru X Makoto Lemon

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"Oh. I see. Well, there's medicine for head aches in the cabinet over there," Haru said, putting his grilled mackerel on a plate. Makoto nodded and headed over to the cabinet, rummaging through the other small containers of medicine. "Hey, Haru? I gotta ask. What happened last night?" Makoto suddenly began to blush. "Why did I end up in your bed last night?" It was silent for a moment, only hearing the sound of a plate being set down on a hard surface, then there was a sigh from Haru as he sat down at the table. Haru looked at Makoto, a very serious expression on his face. "We.Had.Sex." He answered.

The room was quiet, nobody speaking. Makoto was pale as a ghost, having a blank expression, dropping the small container of medicine. Haru looked away and began to eat his breakfast calmly, not worrying one bit. There was sudden footsteps as Makoto turned Haru in his chair, scratching the wooden floor with the chair legs. Makoto looked at Haru straight in the eyes. "Haru! I am so sorry! I promise! I'll help take care of the baby!" Makoto said. Haru was speechless, a piece of mackerel that hung from his mouth falling.