Haru sniffled, looking up at Makoto who sighed softly, his fingers reaching out and brushing on bruised naked skin.

"Don't be afraid, Haru-chan... See? The bruises are already fading!" Haru resisted the urge to flinch away, doing that made more hits follow.

"Haru? Who am I?" He cooed, his fingers tangling in Haru's hair, pulling it softly.

"You're Makoto Tachibana, the man I love." Haru repeated robotically. Ever since he had reached the hell-hole, a mantra had been placed in his head.

"Good. And who are you?" He purred, watching as Haru swallowed, pain appearing in his eyes.

"I'm your loyal wife, and I love you." He choked out, but the genuine grin on Makoto's lips was enough.

"I love you too, Haru-chan~!" He purred, his lips pressing against Haru's ear, nuzzling into his neck with a soft coo.

Haru fought back tears, he was protecting his family, he could do this.

Makoto pressed their lips together, his large hands gripping Haru's hair tightly as the onesided romance continued.

Haru whimpered into the kiss, tears that welled in his eyes dripped down his cheeks, wetting thumb pads and quickly wiped them away with a single swipe.

"Why are you crying, darling?" He whispered, listening as Haru responded in a tight voice.

"Because I love you-" Haru was cut off by a loud banging at the door.

Makoto froze, his head turning to the front door of the small apartment. He stood, lumbering to the door, twisting it open.

A second later, he was flung back, slamming into the wall forcefully, a stack of books falling on his head. He groaned loudly, his body going still after a moment.

"Haru!"