Your wish, my king, is always my command.

Why is Haru smiling like this. ...he should rephrase this thought, it's going to keep coming up. Here Is That Smug Joyous Feeling Again, there we go.

I suppose that request to make you fall in love with me is still active, huh? Maybe I should be more proactive and walk you across the ice anyway, to hell with the rumours and with Iwasaki Iemasa.

I think you should not invite a repeat of the incident last loop, it sounded like it sucked. You can invisibly accompany me in case I capsize if you want.

...it did suck, but I think if he showed up at my place again I would simply not come back home. Leave him on read. He does actually skip over to where Haru is. Not quite as romantic as having you cling to my arm as you walk but I am in this as in all things at your command

Did you see a guest room in my apartment, where would you sleep?

Aww, no invitation to sleep with you on your bed? Last time you suggested random hotel rooms. But I doubt my father would actually camp out there the whole night long.

It's not a very roomy bed! You don't think he'd escalate?

I'm a magical boy! I can stop time! I don't know why it was so hard to think that way last time but he literally could not stop me if he tried! I'm free of that man, I get to choose who I belong to and it's not him! "I'm yours and yours only and that leaves no room left in my life for my sperm donor."

Haru giggles. Hopefully nobody asks what he found so funny while he was shuffling across the ice all by himself.

"Seriously, fuck him. Fuck him very much. He gets—no—fucking—say—in my life. You do. Only you. Okay you know what I kind of dig this, this is kind of cute, I am going to be cute around you invisibly and inaudibly to most humans, how about that. I love you."

"I am going to have to confabulate so many funny things that I 'read on the internet' and just happened to think of for no reason," Haru mutters.

"Oh yeah that happened a couple of times last time, too. Baseball day week one, we were flirting in our heads and people were calling us out on it. Also you were showing off for me on purpose to get me distracted while I was being pelted with balls, it was terribly rude."

"I was? What would it look like to do yoga and pushups without showing off?"

"Well there are minimalistic versions of the movements and substantially less minimalistic versions of the movements and you were not going for the former. Not that I'd ever complain, of course, you know how much I want you all the time."

"I guess I can imagine doing that."

"Haru, my Haru, I feel like such an American telling you I love you all the time, but what am I going to say, 大好きだ? It's so preposterous, when the thing I mean is that I want to marry you, I want a life with you, I need the heavens to know how much you mean to me, I want to skip class today and just invisibly hang around you distracting you because this is just so much more fun than the telepathy, I get to see your face. I love you."

Well now Haru is at risk of having to confabulate something he read on the internet that made him blush furiously. "A-americans don't have a monopoly on telling people they love them. Canadians do that too. Did I already - um -"

"—well, now I'm curious!"

"Did I already tell you about how I have generally envisioned getting married in the autumn in British Columbia. The leaves are really pretty."

"...you did not!" He gets his phone out and Googles some pictures. "Oh, that's beautiful. Oh, Haru, my Haru, I want that. I want to marry you in the autumn in British Columbia. ...is it bad to say this, should I have gotten you a ring before I proposed to you? Let's consider this a declaration of intent rather than a proper proposal, when I propose to you I mean to make it spectacular."

"I guess I could have guessed that you would go in for spectacular proposals."

"It really is quite predictable given my other traits. Loud and exaggerated and really quite extra, always desperate to leave an impression, love me or hate me but never ignore me, aren't I just a type? I hope it's not too terrible for me to point all of that at you with such laser focus, but I think I can't really help it, the best I can do is block the laser that will always and forevermore be pointed directly at you. I should find more sonnets to badly modify, I should find more cringe ways to tell you everything I like about you, I should go down the whole list from big to small, you should know how perfect you are in detail."

"I think it was a shockingly good sonnet modification actually."

That seems to stop him short. "Y-you do?"