He has. No idea. What to say. About any of this.

"Toshiki too. By the way. I don't know if you were planning on turning him down, too, but he's been moping around like a sad puppy since that day and it's depressing as all fuck and I can't even manage to feel sympathy for him because that's been me for the past fucking decade. I can't even feel sympathy for my own twin over this. And you say I'm a good guy.

"You suck, Yutaka. I hope you know that." He wants to eat more of his delicious temaki before it gets soggy.

"...yeah—"

"Shut uuuuuup oh my God," he says with his mouth full. "Seriously, are you sure you're happy with this guy? You look like a sad, kicked puppy and it can't be because of me. I'm the one getting rejected, here!"

"...uh..."

"No, go on, explain, why are you looking like that?"

"...because I... didn't know? I, a decade, Akira, I—led you on. For a decade. And I'm sad about that because you're my friend and I hurt you and I didn't notice—"

"No, you know what, go back to shutting up. God, I did not need to add 'empathetically regretful of the ways you hurt other people' to the list of reasons to like you, just, just. Just eat your goddamn sushi, it's gonna go bad if you just whine around it."

...okay. He can shut up and put his cigarette out and eat delicious sushi. That's a thing he can do which will (probably) not accidentally hurt anyone while he's not looking.

Yeah. Whatever. Asshole. Akira's gonna eat some delicious sushi, too, and not look at Yutaka.

On the bright side they aren't at that stupid fucking party a week before they all died having to pretend they're fine in front of half of the Tokyo elite.

"Well, do you have a picture of him?" he asks eventually, after he's done with most of his food. "This mysterious boy?"

"...uh—yeah." He took a couple more semi-candid pics while Haru was puttering about the kitchen which feel—a bit less personal than a selfie Haru personally took for him, even if it was just an offhand pic this morning.

"...okay, let it never be said you don't have good taste," Akira says, grudgingly.

He nods and puts his phone back in his pocket.

"Why are you not bragging, Iwasaki?"

"—that'd be really insensitive!"

"Man, how the hell did you change so much over two weeks. Are you putting on an act or, what gives?"

He literally can't tell Akira the answer to that question, so he just shrugs.

"Well, whatever. Brag anyway. Tell me about this guy who managed to succeed where all of the richest and most powerful teenage gays in Tokyo failed."

"Um."

"I'm serious. What's he like?"

...well. Okay. Yutaka can in fact wax poetic about Haru. He really is completely crazy over that boy.

...man.

Well, that... happened, he says, after he and Akira have parted ways.