Haru wakes up on a completely ordinary late February morning.
He does actually pull away when the waiter knocks on the door to get them their drinks and appetizers (sashimi and uni).
"Itadakimasu." There are no chopsticks to split because they have the nice kind here. Nomf.
Yutaka puts his chopsticks down so that he can wrap his arms around Haru and rest his forehead on Haru's shoulder. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin the mood. I love you."
Pat pat. "I should possibly have like, checked, just - it feels natural to kind of take ownership of all this stuff that happened to me even though I don't remember it, kind of because I don't remember it, down to being raring to make morbid jokes, but that was insensitive of me anyway -"
"Sorry," he repeats. "I can—probably get used to them. Just. It's hard to think about it."
"You don't have to get used to it, I'll put it in my notes to self and it won't happen again." Haru kisses his head.
"I'm going to keep you alive if it's the last thing I do," he says with force. "Maybe after we kill that witch it'll be—easier to laugh about. Once it's definitely in the past."
"I love you." He lifts his head up and gives Haru a light peck on the lips. "Let's resume our regularly scheduled delicious meal."
"Mm-hm." Nom. "Okay I've never actually had uni before and it's got just the weirdest texture apparently."
He looks really proud about that even though he wasn't the one who made the food.
Oh no he's cute. ...oh yay he's cute?
"I was going to elaborate on why I didn't think I'd've dumped you."