"Yeah, I'm kind of over invisible party-crashing too."

"Especially because then if I bring a ladder and a megaphone and yell 'my boyfriend' into it no one's gonna get it."

"They'd just figure you did not bring your boyfriend, except for all the most inconvenient people, who'd figure that and also that you should be in trouble."

"I want to show you offfffff what's the point of—well obviously the point of having the best boyfriend in the world is having the best boyfriend in the world but it's also so nice to let everyone know that I have the best boyfriend in the world."

"Public Service Announcement: This boy from Japan would like everyone to be informed that he has the best boyfriend in the world. Message ends."

"Well no not just that that's not showing you off that's too vague, showing you off involves letting everyone know why you're the best boyfriend in the world not just that you are."

"Were you giving Powerpoint presentations on my virtues to everyone you met, last time around?"

"No I was composing a sonnet I planned to declaim in public."

"You were going to do that in public? You seemed so mortified about just doing it in front of me!"

"Yes which would have made it so much cooler when I did it anyway wouldn't it?"

"I don't think public mortification is actually a very strong multiplier on my sonnet appreciation."

"No but it is on the, like, objective coolness factor of the whole I'm so crazy for you I lose hold of my senses thing. I wouldn't have done something like that for anyone else."

"Okay, you got me there. Why am I like this."

"Perfect? I dunno, eight billion people in the world, someone had to be I guess."

"That isn't what I meant!" giggles Haru.

"You may not have meant it," he concedes.

"I love you. I meant, obviously, why am I so weak to flattery and dramatic displays of devotion."

"I love you too. I'm yours forever. I love you. I feel like such a—I've already said this. It's so weird to repeat it so much. But I mean it every time. I love you. I want to be yours forever. I want my life to always be in your hands, I want my heart to always belong to you. I love you."

"That doesn't answer my questionnnnn," giggles Haru, suffused with That Smug And Joyous Feeling.

"I dunno, sometimes some people feel happier about being correct and being told correct things than others? You're one of those."

Haru cackles and then kisses him.

Yutaka kisses him back, and then more than kisses him, because thinking about how great his boyfriend is makes him horny for said boyfriend. Weird how that goes.

hey do you want to come to France

Kouji can't, and I want to bring a friend he will be sure I'm not cheating on him with

you're going to ask why can't Sakura go and the answer is that she hates bread

I feel honoured for the invite

and separately happy that literally no one ever bought any of my plausible deniability about my homosexuality

or alleged lack thereof

what does hate bread even mean though

quote "I hate bread" unquote when I asked her

I didn't buy it and Kouji didn't buy it, whether Myojin-sensei from seventh grade math was convinced is another story entirely

it's fashion week, are you the kind of gay who likes that? because if not, I hear they also have bread