I’ve been avoiding talking about S2 on purpose, as it quickly became apparent to me after the first episode that discussing the show at all before the entire season has aired is just not something I can (or want to) do. But I’m making a rare exception for this one thing, because I haven’t stopped thinking about it since Wednesday:
If you look closely, you can see the frame where I fell in love with Tachibana goddamn Makoto.
It’s not that I’ve ever not liked Makoto, but my fondness for him has always revolved more around his potential than his actual characterization on the show; as one of the two characters who got robbed of any primary development in S1, I’ve enjoyed portraying him in fictional work as the person I know he could grow up to be: someone who isn’t afraid of setting boundaries and finding his voice, who doesn’t always feel the need to put everyone else’s interests first. As disjointed as his relationship with Haru can get, not once did I ever stop believing that Makoto could actively learn to balance it with these traits – there’s a reason most of my works feature a heavy focus on their friendship, and how ridiculously much it means to me in good as in bad.
And I honestly don’t know if it’s just this one instance, or whether it signals a definite change in his and Haru’s dynamic, but I feel so much gratitude towards Makoto for that one single gesture where he brings Haru to a halt: where he doesn’t apologize for literally holding Haru back from being self-indulgent, or selfish, or any of the traits Makoto was shown taking more or less for granted in S1. Because he knows now, that that’s not all Haru is, or even wants to be; that Haru is capable of being considerate of others, as long as people do not continuously indulge his self-centered behaviour; and the beauty is that Makoto doesn’t need to do it with the same explosive energy as Rin does, but that he has his own energy – and it’s beautiful and reaffirming and comforting all at once.
God fucking damn it, Makoto.
Why would you go and do this to me.
I liked you, hell, I even loved you before – but now I’m in love and I don’t know what to do with myself.