He deceived them.
Natsuki had never been one to fool and to deceive, and beyond eyes that withheld a sea of pale blues and blue pleas, he considered himself honest. He liked to think of himself as achieved and polite but he never considered himself one to grow such tight emotions towards someone. So when Haru was wishing everyone a farewell with puffy eyes that sobbed tears of nostalgia and glass, he surprised himself. He couldn't wait, and let this opportunity leave him because in that case there would be no tied up ends, just a frayed rope left to decay.
So he then tensed up his shoulders and wrapped his noodles he called arms around who he now considered his best friends; Haru, Akira, and Yuki. They helped him get so far ahead in the ways that he would never have been able to do himself, he was overwhelmed with nostalgia.
"You're the only companions for me," he mumbled under his breath.
There was a brief moment of silence before a startled shock shot through the fog of silence.
"N-Natsuki!" Began his best friend Yuki.
"What is it?"
"What happened to your pants?"
He looked down.
He seemed to indeed, not be wearing any pants.
"Ah. In that case, excuse me." He said as he scuttled off, red in the face and hands over his crotch.
(A/N): I want to say I'm sorry but I'm not.