Here's a Harua & Maki fanfiction with slight angst that turns into romance—misunderstandings, quiet tension, and a soft confession at the end. Hope you like it! 😊💙

Harua wasn't sure when it started—this strange, unspoken tension between him and Maki.

It wasn't a fight. Not really. But something was different.

Maki still smiled, still laughed with the others, still acted like everything was fine. But when it came to Harua, there was a hesitation now—like something was holding him back.

And Harua hated it.

They used to be so in sync, always teasing each other, always standing side by side. But lately, Maki had been distant - avoiding his gaze, brushing past conversations too quickly, keeping just enough space between them to make Harua notice.

And he definitely noticed.

Tonight, after another long rehearsal, Harua finally decided he'd had enough.

Maki was sitting on the practice room floor, untying his shoes when Harua walked over and stood in front of him.

Maki glanced up. "What?"

Harua crossed his arms. "You tell me."

Maki frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Harua sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You've been avoiding me. And don't say you haven't—I can tell."

Maki looked away, focusing too hard on his shoelaces. "I'm not avoiding you."

"Then what is it?" Harua pressed.

Maki hesitated, fingers tightening around the laces. "...It's nothing."

Harua scoffed. "Nothing doesn't make you act like this."

Maki exhaled sharply, finally looking up. "Harua, just drop it."

Something in his tone made Harua pause. There was frustration there, but also something else—something quieter, something uncertain.

Harua softened his voice. "...Did I do something?"

Maki blinked at him, surprised by the shift in his tone.

"...No," Maki admitted, looking down. "It's not you. It's just me being stupid."

Harua crouched down so they were at eye level. "Then tell me."

Maki sighed, resting his elbows on his knees. "I just—" He stopped, exhaling. "You're Harua. You're good at everything. You never mess up, never hesitate. And I—" He shook his head, letting out a small, humorless laugh. "I don't know. I guess I just started feeling like I couldn't keep up."

Harua stared at him. "You're serious?"

Maki gave a small shrug, not looking at him. "Told you it was stupid."

Harua was silent for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, "You know that's not true, right?"

Maki finally looked at him.

"You're Maki," Harua continued, voice steady. "You don't have to 'keep up' with anyone. You just have to be you. And that's already—" He hesitated, clearing his throat. "...That's already enough for me."

Maki blinked, his breath catching slightly. "...Harua."

Harua scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "And for the record? I mess up too. A lot. You just don't see it because I don't let you."

Maki gave him a small smile, but there was something softer in his eyes now—something warmer. "...You really mean that?"

Harua sighed. "Of course, idiot."

Maki huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You're so bad at being emotional."

Harua rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. But did it work?"

Maki tilted his head, considering. Then, with a small grin, he leaned forward—just enough to close the space between them.

Harua's breath hitched as Maki's forehead lightly rested against his.

"...Yeah," Maki murmured. "It worked."

And for the first time in weeks, the distance between them was gone.