I was going to wait to post this until after I had written an additional part, but I have been swept up in MakoHaru fever thanks to the last episode! This prompt came from this post which came to my attention because of marukaprompts.
Now, I just need to decided if I want to make another drabble for this prompt, or start a MakoHaru college drabble series! Feel free to send you opinions on that matter to my inbox! <3
(Also, Mrs. Tachibana’s name was something that I picked up from Sometimes I Say the Stupidest Things by sparklecringe/offdensens. It’s definitely one of my favorite MH fics, so you should definitely check it out!!)
Prompt: Accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (via garrisonbabe.tumblr.com)
“Take this with you, Haru. I want you to remember me in the morning.”
“Only if you take mine.”
The morning sun landed directly on Haru’s face, making his eyelids quiver in discomfort and his head pound with the fury of a well-deserved hangover. He let loose a deep, guttural groan, turning over to look at his alarm clock. Eight o’clock in the morning. Like hell he was getting up. He pulled his sea-blue comforter over his head and curled his legs inward, instantly comfortable. His eyes fluttered closed and he began to fall asleep almost instantly.
We are, we are, we are, we are! Hey Future Fish! Wake, wake, wake, wake up!
His eyes snapped open at the sound of an unfamiliar ringtone coming from a pair of jeans on his bedroom floor. He glared at the offending noise and snuggled back into his blanket burrito, waiting for the call to end, which it did, a good fifteen seconds later.
We are, we are, we are –only to start again, apparently.
Now thoroughly pissed off, Haru got himself out of bed, ready to answer the phone and give the person on the other end a piece of his mind. Who called someone this early on a Saturday morning? It was unholy.
He fished the phone out of his discarded jeans and immediately noticed that it wasn’t his. It was the same model, but, rather than being a familiar blue, it was green. Why on Earth did that seem so familiar? He shrugged it off before pressing the talk button.
“Oh!” A feminine voice sounded from the opposite end. “I honestly didn’t expect anyone to pick up this early!” Haru’s face contorted in confusion.
“Who is this?” He asked, his curiosity effectively peaked.
“Oh! How rude of me!” The voice responded. “My name is Tachibana Sayuri. I’m calling because you have my son’s phone–”
“And you have mine?” Haru interrupted. The woman laughed almost musically.
“Yes, I believe I do.” She answered. “Who am I speaking with, if you don’t mind my asking?”