[This is thankfully before the time Haru starts fussing about the honorifics, and even if it isn't, Haru's too preoccupied by this tall, tall version of Makoto to even care. He doesn't take a step back - he's not scared, this is clearly Makoto - but he doesn't hold back his surprise.]
Of course it's me.
[He grumbles, not sure how to take all this. Makoto is so tall now. And mature. It's not fair. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking to the side.]
Ma...koto. [Is he still allowed to call him that?]
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Of course it's me.
[He grumbles, not sure how to take all this. Makoto is so tall now. And mature. It's not fair. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking to the side.]
Ma...koto. [Is he still allowed to call him that?]