Summary: "No, baby," comes Makoto breathy reply, the sirens blaring in the background getting noticeably louder. "Out of the sky. Our plane's falling out of the sky. We're going down." There's a soft choking noise, like someone trying to choke back a sob, and Haru distantly registered that it was Makoto trying not to cry as the other male's words hit him. Haru broke. "What?"