Haru was in the middle of making dinner – green curry, Makoto’s favorite. He’d made mackerel several times already that week, and although Makoto had never complained, Haru knew that he was getting really sick of it.
He wanted to make that night’s dinner special. It was their sixth month anniversary of being married, and it had been the happiest six months of Haru’s life. He was the owner of a small seafood restaurant and Makoto was a firefighter, so they made enough to live in a small house. Haru was absolutely fine with that – in fact, he liked having a small home. It was comforting, in a way. And it was only a few minutes away from the beach.
He’d known Makoto his entire life, so when they married he didn’t think it would be that different. It was the practical decision, given that they spent all their time together, they may as well live together. But it turned out to be so much more than he had ever imagined.
Coming home to Makoto’s smiling face, being the one to greet him with a kiss at the door, cuddling every night, it was wonderful – but what Haru loved most of all was being able to say that Makoto was his. This sweet, amazing, gentle, brave, beautiful man was his.
To be honest, Haru had been worried when Makoto got the job as a firefighter. Makoto had always been a bit of a scaredy-cat, and while his fear of the ocean had decreased over the years, he was still frightened very easily.
But his desire to help people was stronger than his fear. At least, that’s what he told Haru.
Haru didn’t notice time slipping by as he immersed himself in perfecting the curry. It was only when he ladled some into the bowls that he let himself look at the clock.
He was only a few minutes late, so Haru told himself to stop worrying. But ten minutes turned into twenty, then thirty, then an hour and Makoto still wasn’t home and the curry that Haru had worked so hard on was cold.
He was about to slip on his shoes and head out the door to search for his husband when the door opened suddenly. Makoto stepped over the threshold slowly and closed the door behind him. Then, without looking at Haru, he leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and head in between them, like a child.
Haru could see him shaking.