*A/N Hey everyone! Welcome to my first Free fic! I got into the show about a year ago and was obsessed with Makoharu for a while. I just recently got back into it and decided to write a small fic. I'm not quite sure how long this will be at the moment, but it'll at least be a couple chapters. Enjoy!*

Soft chatter filled the quaint café and the early morning sunlight shone through the windows. Silverware clinked against plates, and waiters bustled around carrying trays of food and coffee.

"Hey Haru?" Makoto prompted gently. Haruka looked up from the menu he was holding. "Do you want to come over to my place for dinner? Mom's making mackerel." Haruka smiled softly, inclining his head slightly as an affirmative. Makoto grinned widely at his friend. Now that they were in their last year of high school it has been much harder to get together. Looking at colleges and preparing for tests has taken up most of their free time, although it seemed like Haru could always make time for swimming. That's why Makoto was glad they could spend this beautiful April morning together. It wouldn't be too long until they had to part ways, something that Makoto didn't like dwelling on, so he cherished the time they could spend together now.

"Is she making it grilled or fried?" Haruka asked, more vocal now that mackerel was the topic of conversation.

"Grilled I think." He replied, smiling brightly. When he looked away, he noticed the waitress standing patiently next to the table. He smiled at her kindly.

"Good morning. What can I get for you today?" She asked, reaching for her notepad.

"Umm, I'll have the eggs and bacon please." Makoto replied. Haruka glared at him as the waitress quickly jotted down the order, nonverbally asking him why he didn't get the mackerel. Makoto sighed when he noticed Haru's expression.

"Come on Haru, you know this is one of the only restaurants in town where I can get this, and you make me eat mackerel almost every day!" Haruka snorted in indignation, and Makoto shook his head exasperatedly.

The waitress turned to face Haru. "And for you sir?" She asked, pen poised on the paper. Haruka looked at Makoto expectantly. Makoto rolled his eyes. Even after all these years, Haruka still made Makoto order for him. The only reason he put up with it for so long was because he knew that talking to new people still made him nervous, and he never wanted his friend to feel uncomfortable.

"Really Haru? Again?" Haruka only scowled at him for questioning his nutritional choices. "Okay…umm, he'll have the fried mackerel please." The waitress looked surprised, unable to figure out how they were communicating without words.

"…Sure." She murmured, still confused. It was like they could read each other's minds! She sighed, wishing she had that ability. They must be really close, she thought. To be able to tell what the other is thinking with nothing but a glance! They fit together perfectly. She'd never met anyone like them. None of the other couples who pass through here have ever seemed that close.

An exasperated voice startled her out of her thoughts. "You know Haru, you really can't eat mackerel for every meal. You're going to get sick!" Makoto chastised him gently. Haruka scoffed.

"I've lived this long, haven't I?" He said, watching as Makoto tried to come up with a response that wouldn't be ignored.

"Yes, but Haru-chan…ugh fine. You can eat mackerel every day as long as you promise to share my lunch with me at school so I know you aren't just surviving on fish." Makoto sighed, rubbing his temples. It was a constant battle, one that he knew was hopeless. But it never hurt to try.

"Fine, but drop the chan." Haruka murmured. Makoto was about to reply when he heard a soft giggle from behind him. He turned around suddenly to see the waitress covering her mouth with her hand. Both Haru and Makoto looked at her in confusion. Seeing their clueless expressions, she was quick to clarify.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but you two make such an adorable couple!" She grinned brightly at the two of them. It took a second for the words to process in his mind, but when they did, Makoto's jaw dropped, and a blush began to spread across his cheeks. Haru sat there expressionless, uninterested in the conversation. He didn't know what the big deal was. He turned his head to the window, watching the people walk past and the cars drive by.

Makoto began to stutter frantically. "N-No, umm it's not like that!" He insisted, waving his hands in front of him. "W-We aren't together!" Haruka pulled himself out of thoughts of water and turned to face his friend. He couldn't figure out why his face was so red. Why was he getting so embarrassed? It wasn't like they were doing anything out of the ordinary, right?

The waitress stopped laughing, tilting her head in confusion. "You…aren't?" She asked questioningly. It took a moment for everything to sink in. Her eyes widened comically, and she clutched her notepad against her chest. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to assume, it's just that you guys seemed so close, so I just thought-" She cut herself off, obviously flustered. She gave a quick bow, told them their food would be ready soon, and scampered off in the other direction, forgetting to collect the menus in her hurry.

Makoto still had a shocked expression on his face. Together? Is that really what it looked like? He knew he doted on Haru, but he didn't think people would make that assumption.

"What was that about?" Haruka asked with unexpected interest. Makoto jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Haru stared at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. Makoto looked at the other boy nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"U-Umm…well, the waitress thought we were d-dating." Makoto finished the sentence staring down at the table, failing to keep the blush off his face. Haruka cocked his head to the side, wondering what in the world would make her think that.

"Dating? Why?" He asked, genuinely confused. Makoto bit his lip nervously, watching Haruka, who was beginning to look more and more confused by the second.

"I-I don't know…" He started, smiling weakly at Haruka. "Let's just enjoy our food. 'Kay Haru-chan?"

Instantly, Haruka's expression went from confusion to annoyance. "Lay off the chan."

*A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Things are going to heat up in the next one! I don't know what my update schedule will be, since I have final exams this week and next week, but I'll definitely make time for this. Thanks for reading and please leave a comment with anything you liked or didn't like.*