"Where there's a will, there's a way, and your cock is so gorgeous and it looks so tasty, just like all of you, and I might die if I don't put it in my mouth tonight."

"Well. We can't have that. I don't know if I can fix that."

Akira isn't the only one who's great at blowjobs, they both learned how to do it with each other and had a lot of practice, so Yutaka might be ruining Haru for other men a little bit with how good he is at sucking dick. He feels like that's just according to plan because Haru should need him, should want him in particular, should be his and no one else's.

Yutaka never knew he could feel like that about anyone, it's so completely antithetical to everything he's done in his life, but it feels so good. It feels so good to feel so possessive, to want this much, to want one and only one person this much. He thinks this might be what being in love is like. He's in love with Haru, and he doesn't know why, and he doesn't care, he wants to keep Haru forever and he'll do whatever it takes to do that. He will fight God in Heaven if he needs to.

(They should eat soon. His stomach hurts.)

But thankfully he doesn't need to. He can just have this. Have him. Have Haru.

He doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but he will need to pay it back a thousandfold. He needs to thank the gods and the Buddha and his ancestors and Kyūbey for giving him this. He was incomplete before and he didn't know, but now he knows and now he isn't, anymore.

After they've bathed and then showered and Yutaka's dried Haru's hair he suggests that they just get something easy to eat for dinner, something that just needs an Air Fryer or a microwave or a rice cooker or something. "I know we've been having dinner out almost every night, but..."

"I'm not in fact accustomed to eating out every night, it just kept being convenient. Whatever you have to throw in the microwave is fine." Cheek-kiss.

Eeeeeeeeeee.

"I like you so much."

"I like you too."

"—okay I don't mean to sound—something—but you—I mean—do know what that sounds like, uh, I mean—in Japanese, right?"

"I have lived here for about ten years, so only probably."

"Iiiiit, I mean, when you say it about—a person, it's—like—romantic—you know? It's—not—I mean—quite as strong as in English when people say—uh—you know—but—married couples say that to each other too, so—" He is being SUCH an insecure dumb mess but he really really really needs to be extremely certain that Haru isn't saying something he doesn't mean because it would be the WORST.

"I am aware that it's different than saying that I like ice cream. English actually has this also but it's reduplicative, I would say 'I like like you'."

"Oh. Okay." He's feeling a bit faint. And a bit nauseous, too. Actually that last one is bad enough that he flinches and holds his stomach for a moment before trying to shake it off.

"...are you sick or something, you keep looking queasy. You're aware I have healing magic, right?"

"—oh. You do, don't you. Um. Maybe? Though—I thought magical people couldn't get sick—"

"We can get hurt."

"Oh. Right." He sits back down next to Haru and leans his head against Haru's shoulder. "I've been feeling kind of—nauseous—for a while now. I think it's just—the stress? Of, um, being a magical boy, and saving Tokyo? Plus being, um, anxious about, um, you know. So I'm not sure I'm—hurt per se."

"Well, if you have a stress ulcer then it might just come back but I can probably fix it for the immediate term, at least?" Haru transforms and waves a hand at Yutaka's midsection. "...did that do anything, it didn't really feel like I was doing anything but maybe I'm hyper-efficient at stomach bugs because that's more like malaria than fixing injuries is."

"...I don't think it did," he says, sounding apologetic, which he realises is the dumbest thing, like, why is he apologising for his stomach ache, but still, he is.

"Damn." He detransforms - he put his clothes back on after the bath - and pats Yutaka's stomach apologetically.

Yutaka didn't put his clothes back on, he's just wearing a bathrobe, and sighs. "It's not your fault. And anyway I usually feel better after I eat, so, let's eat?"

"Sure." What's microwaveable. Dumplings or anything like that?

Yutaka's fridge, freezer, and pantry are all stocked with foods of various degrees of easy to microwave, because Yutaka doesn't like wasting time with food. He didn't pick most of it, he has people who make sure his kitchen is always well-stocked, and also one person who makes him meals occasionally, so he also has some leftovers of some dinner he never ate because he's been spending all his dinners out with Haru.

Haru can pull together a serviceable dinner out of this. Leftover fried rice, microwave dumplings, condiments. Voilà.

And so Yutaka can spend the rest of his evening and his whole night with his boyfriend. Who died earlier today. But Yutaka made it all better. So he shouldn't be feeling upset anymore.

He doesn't understand why he still feels upset.