"...Inori, love..."

"You said it's the thing that's different between Kuroharu and your parents, right? But we're not married yet, how am I meant to know if we have that or don't! How do you know? 'You just do'?"

"...kinda. Um. I'm not sure how to explain. It's... different. Very different from other things."

"All of this is different from other things! It's all different. Which part is love?" He looks down at his feet. "Why do you love me?"

"Because... because you're great. Because you don't just accept things as they are and you fight them and you never give up. Because you're strong. Because you're smart and thoughtful under your hard angry exterior... Many reasons. I don't, don't know how to make a list."

"Well that doesn't help!"

He hops off the couch and storms off upstairs to Tōkan's room and slams the door behind him.

Aaaaaaaahhhhh he's so in love.

It is, objectively, kind of dumb to find his boyfriend being angry at him and storming off incredibly endearing, but honestly he feels like that might be a necessary requirement to date Inori. Being angry is his thing.

Tōkan decides he'll occupy his time by making something fancy for dinner, something that'll take a while. It'll give Inori time to cool off and then at the end he'll have a nice thing to eat. The way to Inori's heart is not just his stomach but it's a good shortcut, he's found.

Inori does indeed come sniffing after the meal that is almost ready, still looking somewhat grumpy.

"Hi, love."

Glare.

"Food will be ready in five minutes."

Tōkan is content to remain quiet while he does the dishes as he waits, and even hums a bit to himself.

The food is soon ready and he starts serving it on the dining table. He hangs his apron and then sits across from where he served Inori's plate. He doesn't start eating, though, and waits for Inori to come.

He walks over to the table to push his plate across it to the seat beside Tōkan's, then walks around it and takes that seat, scooting the chair close enough that he can lean his head on Tōkan's shoulder.

He wraps an arm around his boyfriend and kisses the top of his head.

Mumble mumble "it's not fair."

"What was that, love?"

"It's not fair. I didn't ask to be an omega. And if I don't take meds that make me feel awful then I become rapebait at random times.

"...I didn't tell Kuroharu. I tried suppressants a few more times after the first. They all sucked."

"Oh, love..."

"And then you tell me that you have a way to cure it, to make me never—never—to make me yours. And you won't do it."

"Inori..."