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moocar0n · 10 months
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the princess and her knight 👑💕
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tonfeanotfound · 7 months
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*cough*
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bonus:
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edenfire · 2 months
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💙💚"Haru-chan mo daisuki"💚💙
still on my free! kick, so have this sneak peek at this new charm design🥰💗💞 I'll hopefully have it made soon, so keep an eye out👀
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theginkosakata · 7 months
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shadowi8 · 4 months
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Haruka to Makoto / Haruka to Rin
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makofumis · 1 year
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I don't like Makoto that much but I cant deny that she's the biggest lesbian with comphet I've seen
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caffernnn · 8 days
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Makoto is not a stranger to trying to care for something beautiful beyond boundaries, an outsider who admires and loves despite the distance between aquarium water and where he stands. It’s a world he isn’t privy to, one of being sustained by complete submersion, but his curious eyes and careful hands are drawn to the glass all the same. It becomes a routine during different chapters of his life: tending to these glimmering creatures, feeding them, watching them swim without knowing how often he’s really seen in return, but still choosing to look and care anyway.
He can’t pinpoint exactly what it is about goldfish that draws him in, after all this time. Maybe it lies in how they’re flecked in bright ornamental scales, compared to and admired and coveted like gold: readily, greedily. Maybe it lies more in how all of that admiration of beauty falls short of genuine care, how it’s loved insofar as it is flashy, or how it gets forgotten how natural and mortal the interior of them truly is. Beneath shimmering armor is flesh, is sinew, is a weaving of organic life like everything else alive and beloved.
Makoto extends a hand over the lip of the aquarium to drop some food flakes in.
He remembers the devastation of losing his first two fish, all of the guilt that blended with his grief back then. It felt personal, like failing, to try everything he could manage to extend care across an insurmountable divide and still be left with an empty tank in the end. He’s had to sit with that fear, that reality: he can’t protect everyone from the inevitability of Change or Time, but he’ll try to over and over again.
Makoto looks at Haru and remembers something he read about goldfish being considered an invasive species. There are warnings about how detrimental it can be, to release them into an environment and destroy its balance. Despite that warning, Makoto still gets stuck on the wild goldfish itself, what it looks like when set free. They’ve been reported to grow beyond any tank, swim vast distances, lose their ornamental oranges over generations until they return to their green-gold ancestry that lets them blend into everyone else… almost ordinary.
His eyes watch something, someone beloved circle their tank and wonder, not for the first time, how long they have left together. If he looks away for even a second, will they break out into a radiant future far beyond his gaze, or will they float in the water lifeless and beyond his reach? He’ll drive himself mad if he thinks about it all for too long.
Makoto sets his eyes on the present moment, on the fish seemingly content in the tank in his room, on his best friend sitting warm and close to his side. What matters more than any imagined or inevitable ending is that he’s been entrusted to care for them all anyway. Haru’s hand slips into his own and he doesn’t have to look down anymore to know that he’s being seen and cared for in return by someone far more precious than gold.
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mmakoharus · 9 months
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Haru and Makoto in the Mementos Mission manga!
Official colored version below!
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miyakuli · 2 years
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** Permission to post it was granted by the artist Do not repost/edit the art without permission Please, support the artist on their pages too **
Artist : @chouNke
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echoehao · 2 years
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Summer Date 
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violletine · 1 year
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an indulgent harumako painting <3 
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jellyfish-grave · 11 months
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I am a firm believer in Makoharu ❤️❤️❤️
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(Here they're 28 cuz this is for my nextgen AU, will post all the refs as I make them)
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tonfeanotfound · 10 months
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Thinking about Haru and Makoto moving in together. It would probably be Makoto moving into Haru's place since it's logistically more convenient for them both.
The night of the move, Haru's standing in the middle of their living room, surrounded by boxes of Makoto's stuff threatening to topple over and spill the contents everywhere. It's so cramped, and he's so exhausted and doesn't know when and where to begin with all the unpacking. But he's also thinking about how it's all over. It's all over. He's not alone anymore. He'll never be alone.
He's so used to living all by himself, ignoring all the emptiness around him. And now there's no emptiness left to ignore. Everything is filled with Makoto even if he's not physically right next to Haru (he's in the bedroom, rummaging through a random box in search of a textbook).
And Haru is a really tough cookie. He's been surrounded by this ever-present feeling of loneliness since his parents moved away. He knew it didn't have to be like this, he could've gone with them. But he didn't want to leave Iwatobi, the ocean, the memories of his grandmother, and Makoto behind, so he always rationalized that it was a fair price to pay to keep them in his life.
Until he had to say goodbye to Iwatobi, to the ocean, to his grandmother's grave. And to Makoto, to some extent, because they no longer saw each other as often as they used to. With that, the loneliness stopped being a thing he simply had to tolerate and turned into this constant gnawing presence that suffocated him awake and in his sleep. Because he had never been truly alone in Iwatobi. But he was in Tokyo.
And now he's looking at all the little things scattered across every available surface in their apartment that just scream Makoto! at him, chasing the numbing feeling of loneliness away from this place. He's looking at his own things as well, lying neatly in their respective places and how they suddenly seem to echo their own Haruka! in response to Makoto's belongings. And the realization that soon all these little irrelevant things will slot together in place, proudly announcing Haruka and Makoto! to anyone coming over, is so relieving that Haru actually sways from how light and free he feels.
He's really overwhelmed but in the good kind of way. Still, he has to sit down on the couch to keep himself from sliding to the floor. The relief hits him hard, making his eyes sting, and he covers his face with his hands. There are tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but for once he doesn't want to hold them back, not really, and lets them fall from his lashes and roll down his heated skin.
He hears Makoto come into the room, stop, and then shuffle carefully to where he is sitting. Makoto lowers himself in front of Haru and gently pries Haru's hands off his face. Haru lets him, but he's still slightly embarrassed to meet Makoto's gaze, looking down instead. He sees that Makoto's kneeling in front of him with his bare knees on the hard wooden floor.
"Stupid," he mumbles affectionately, "you'll hurt yourself."
And Makoto just huffs in response. "I'm home," he says with a fake pout, "so I can do whatever I want."
And Haru can't help but let out a little happy laugh at that. He throws himself into Makoto's arms, hiding his face in his neck.
"You are," Haru murmurs into his skin, "and so am I."
Makoto loses his balance for a second, grabbing the nearest box to stay still and toppling it over in the process. The box crashes and spills the contents (cutlery, it appears) all over the floor.
But Haru, so relieved, so happy, so not lonely, doesn't care because, as long as Makoto is with him, every little thing is already in place, in order, home.
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edenfire · 1 month
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💚💙 Happy early Valentine's Day💙💚
I hope you can enjoy all the splendid ship art tomorrow💞💞
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theginkosakata · 1 year
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shadowi8 · 4 months
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Oh to be Makoto meeting with Haruka at the train station after a hard day and week of going to classes, studying, exercising, teaching, and coaching, then going to one of our apartments to have a date, just for us to eat something, bath and go to sleep at 9 because we're exhausted beyond words and both are ready to collapse at any moment. No talking, just cuddles and peace.
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