"I, uh, don't actually know what you're talking about? What's a stylistic mismatch?"

"The 'so many boys' thing. It's... I'm Canadian. I can get married one day, and I want to, and - I'm not trying to do some weird culty thing where everything has to be aimed that way from the get-go, so like, it's fine, you didn't know, but I don't want to be a bedpost notch."

He blinks a couple of times. "Oh," he says, inanely. "I don't—I'm not thinking of you as a notch on my bedpost." Not in so many words. Not in all the, like, connotations.

"Oh, I didn't think you were, it would've been if nothing else premature."

Great deflection but between Haru and Yutaka he's pretty sure he's the senpai in that particular skill. "I just mean I'm, you know, I guess..." He's what? "...I guess I'm rich enough that if I wanted to travel to another country to get married I could but I don't know whom I'd want to get married to. I don't know my type." Also he just hasn't really thought that far ahead? He's eighteen, for God's sake, that's too young to think about anything long term! But that'd be the wrong thing to say here.

"And that's fine. It's not a big deal. Maybe I should just put off dating till medical school and I've learned a valuable lesson."

How exactly does this guy even plan to get married if he's not going to date first. 

...

Well, Yutaka supposes he had been willing to date first, just with a much stronger presumption of monogamy than Yutaka feels makes any sense at their age. And for their sexuality. Like it's one thing for the straights to do it but them? 

...

Is that the thing where Haru feels like having a normal life is achievable despite being gay. It might be. 

...

He brings his glass of juice to his lips to take a small sip. "Sorry for not clarifying earlier, I guess. ...not 'I guess', just sorry."

"No harm done. I can cover my yakiudon?"

"...no, come on, even if I weren't richer than God I was the one to ask you out, I'm not gonna make you pay just 'cause we're not kissing tonight."

"Thanks. ...I don't think God has money, per se. Like, there's not gonna be a bank account in his name."

"That makes it trivial to be richer than God, then. Anyone can do it."

"No, not people who are on net in debt."

"Who knows, maybe God is in debt, maybe that's why he got rid of his bank account, so they wouldn't find him."

"Find him to do what?"

"Get the money he owes them! Send loan sharks after him, you know, the works."

"Break his divine kneecaps?"

"Exactly! You got the spirit."

They can continue to have a reasonably pleasant chat over their noodles, and Haru doesn't make a fuss about Yutaka paying, but he doesn't want to get into the car after - "My thing isn't too far from here, I can make my own way."

"You sure?" He's not going to assault Haru—

—there are as many as several different reasons why one might not want to be in a car with a guy they just had a kinda bad date with that aren't fear for their safety, Iwasaki get a fucking grip.

Also, like, Yutaka probably knows that but Haru knows it strictly less than him. "I'm sure, but I had a nice time. See you in school?"

Why is he still smiling like that when they're not gonna kiss arghhhhh.

"Yeah, see you. Have a nice evening, Haru."

"G'night!"

And, mysteriously cheerful for mysterious Haru reasons, he proceeds in what seems like it might as well be a random direction into the night.

Arghhhh.

yo

are you awake

no

I need a blowjob

you're good at those