Haru wakes up on a completely ordinary late February morning.
"Yeah, but I don't know which ones and you've probably got all the obvious ones that I pull out as small talk, like my name kanji or whatever."
"Oh, maybe I didn't get to that one - my birth certificate does say 'Masaharu' but it just says it in the English alphabet, my parents didn't actually have kanji in mind, so when we moved here I picked the ones that mean 'correct governance' because that seemed obviously better than 'graceful' - like, that would have just been ironic - and 'spring'."
"—oh my God. Oh my God. When you moved here? You were eight and you picked sei and ji? Oh my God you're so cute," he says, and kisses Haru.
Haru giggles into the kiss. "Eight is not too young to -" kiss - "to know that I am not graceful and do not have a particular -" kiss - "affinity for springtime -"
"So cute, so extremely cute, what am I going to do with you," and he kisses some more.
And he is going to keep doing that for approximately as long as Haru wants him to, it seems.
Eventually Haru's going to pull back far enough that he doesn't get drawn back immediately into makeouts. "I should go home. You would have to put on clothes, but you could give me a ride."
"...alright. Give me a moment, then," he says, kissing Haru's nose and gently adjusting himself out from under Haru.
When he comes back he's in a long, comfortable T-shirt and jeans. He walks over to Haru and offers Haru his hand. "Shall we?"
And to Haru's, which is pretty close. Yutaka opens the door for Haru and walks him to the door. "Staying out this late on a school night was maybe not the best idea," he says, ruefully.
"Good night, love of my life. If you ever need me or want me, I'm a heartbeat away."
Haru goes inside. He has to be quiet, Ren's already in bed.
Bare sequence of events notebooking so he doesn't forget anything. He can sort out how he feels about the spider in his sandwich for sure tomorrow.
And bedtime, and in the morning he yawns his way to school.
As usual, he can catch Yutaka watching to make sure he won't slip and fall. You could take a catnap in stopped time, if you wanted.