[h2]Mako Moritomi//Warakuma Hospital[/h2]
[h3]Monday, June 1, 2015[/h3]

Mako walked hesitantly into the ward of the hospital where Sato was currently resting. He didn't really know what he was doing here, to be honest. Maybe he should just go home? ...No. It was time to stop being stupid. A mishap at a cosplay cafe- one that Mako himself had no hand in- should not be enough to make the two young men hate each other needlessly. Or at least be stupidly awkward at each other (though that was mostly on Mako's part). If they couldn't come out of this situation as friends, at least maybe they could come out of this genially enough to not cringe away from each other in the halls at school. That would not do at all.

He finally came to the room where the nurse told him the upperclassman was staying until tomorrow, his heart almost beating out of his chest. He rolled his eyes at his nervousness, or whatever this was.

[color=0076a3][i]No reason to be so antsy, Mako. It's just talk. With another guy. Whom you're strangely obsessed with.

...Just open the fucking door.[/i][/color]

Rather than follow his brain's rather blunt suggestion, he knocked politely on the door before entering. He put on what he hoped was his most winning smile, and walked fully into the room. There was a nervous beat of silence as Mako noted that, yes, Sato was still here, before he steeled himself and launched into what he hoped wasn't going to be a big ball of awkward.

[color=0076a3]"Uh... hey."

[i]Great start, Moritomi.[/i][/color] He paused again, then went on.

[color=0076a3]"Missed you at drama practice. Such as it was- we haven't really been doing much, to be honest. I'm glad to see you're all right, though."[/color]

No response. Might be a good sign.

[color=0076a3]"So, uh... look. I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot with each other, what with the... that thing I told you I wouldn't talk about anymore. And all of that seems like a really stupid reason for us to act so stupid toward each other, yeah? So... what say we start over? Be friends, maybe? Then I can give you a chance to hate me for more legitimate reasons."[/color]

He laughed weakly at his lame joke, before stopping and staring at his feet. Curse his cheeks, they were already going red, he could [i]feel[/i] it.

[color=0076a3]"So. You think about that, and... I'll see you at school?"[/color] And curse his voice for sounding so annoyingly hopeful.

[color=0076a3][i]And here I was thinking I wouldn't fuck this up...[/i][/color]