Maybe he had…
Nope, no, no, no. Bad Kisuke, bad. Remember what I said before? She needs time. She needs to heal. Haru can’t just get over Sora like that; no way in a million years. You can’t just bounce back from something so horrible…I wish I could help her, but I don’t know what to say, or do. Sora didn’t even like me all that much but…But I promised Sora I’d look after her. How do I do that and maintain my distance at the same time? I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want her to suffer alone…“Haru…” Kisuke mumbled, and despite his brain’s protests, his mouth ran away with him, saying something he’d never dared to let himself say before then. “I’m here, if-if you ever need anything. I’m your captain now; if you have any problems, come to me, and we’ll talk them out. I-I….I just want you to be happy again.” Kisuke felt his face heat up, and he looked away quickly when Haru’s startled gaze lifted to his.
Haru stared at Kisuke for a long moment, eyes wide, before a small, secretive smile spread across her lips. She felt a blush of her own heat up her cheeks as she leaned forward and dabbed away the last of the blood from around his nose. “All right, captain,” she murmured quietly, not daring to meet his eyes. “I think I’d like that.”
“When we’re alone, you can just call me ‘Kisuke,’ ya know, Haru,” he replied, his voice just as soft as he closed his eyes and finally allowed himself to enjoy the gentle touch of her hands against his face. He cracked open an eye when Haru chuckled.
“Sounds like a plan then…Kisuke.”
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