Love you!

Yutaka's waiting for Haru next to his cool car, as usual.

"Hi there! What's for dinner?" He has come to expect the door being opened for him, moves like he's planning on it.

His expectations are rewarded with correctly anticipating reality. "Indian curry!" he says, once they're both in the car, before leaning over to kiss Haru.

Kiss! "Yum!"

He starts driving, spends a couple of seconds fidgeting, then says, "So I tried that, uh, notebooking thing..."

"Yeah? How'd it go?"

"Irritatingly well."

"Irritatingly?"

"Yes! If it had been, like, harder or, or, super complicated, or there were very modest gains that would need years of compounding, that'd be one thing, but no, I wrote nonstop for like an hour and now my brain's cleaner. That's extremely rude of it."

"Oh no!" cackles Haru, beaming. "How awful for you. Poor Yutaka."

"Pity me, Haru. I'm extremely annoyed. I'm extra annoyed that now I totally get why you do it, like."

"I like to know how I tick!"

"I'm not sure I do! It's embarrassing, like, why I gotta be like that? Couldn't I tick a different, cooler way?"

"Those'd be the modest gains that need years of compounding, though admittedly I sometimes turn out to tick in embarrassing ways myself."

"Lies and slander."

"I accuse you of having, like, boyfriend goggles about me."

"Guilty as charged, and yet I stand by it. What would you have to be embarrassed by?"

"I mentioned the chocolate covered crack thing! That is a weird and embarrassing thing to find romantic, I'll have you know."

He hums thoughtfully for a second, then shrugs. "Nyeh. I guess you could be embarrassed about it if you wanted to but we all know how I feel about being Haru's dream idfic premise."

"I didn't say it was inconvenient."

Heeheehee.

Haru kisses his hand. "I'm glad it helped."