In His Eyes

Prologue

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan!"

I told you to stop calling me Haru-chan. There he goes again. No, he always add -chan at his own comfort.

"Haru-chan!!"

I told you to stop calling me Haru-chan. Stop it, Makoto.

"Haru-chan!!!"

Why won't you stop?! Can you clearly hear what I'm saying? I said stop calling me 'Haru-chan'.

"NANASE"

"Nanase-kun"

"Haru"

I SAID STOP IT, MAKOTO!!!

"Wake up, Nanase-kun!" A heavy hand's placed on my right shoulder.

Aroma of Americano, barley and green tea, chili garlic sauce being added on salted mackerel and a plate of onigiri served right before me.

"Tsukushi, why do you keep on hitting me?!" A chuckle from an uncle hated by a small boy who looks like him, but exactly not.

"You're spacing out." Straight to the point from a man with thick-rimmed glasses whom he dislike at first met.

"Makoto" He finally spoke.

"Eh?" The jolly man who loves basketball begins to have furry eyebrows placed on his forehead.

"Where's Makoto?" He finally asked.

"Eh? Makoto isn't here, remember? Makoto isn't really here." And Asahi whom with Haruka on their university swimming club confidently said.

Unable to process what Asahi said, he looked around.

"How did it come to this?" He's not here.

Why? How? When? How come? He's really not here.