He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
You should show me your magical boy outfit so I can see if it's the same as last time. And also because he looks gorgeous in it, but Yutaka won't say that part.
Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you. Fuck it we ball.
(With the safety net of a rewind if it goes over too badly.)
I hope you're talking about the magic here because I am really, really gay.
Actually today was when the rumours that I was gay started, some girl wanted to give me a heads up that if I hung out with you too much people would start thinking I was gay too, and of course I wouldn't want that, and I told her she shouldn't be making any assumptions about people she doesn't know. That was after, he walks into the classroom of the class he shares with Haru that morning, this class.
"Good morning, Haru."
"Good morning, Yutaka." Well, it doesn't look like you're going to head those rumors off very effectively this loop.
If nothing else, you're not about to trip down the stairs and spend a week in the hospital so there'll be a whole week of me conspicuously not avoiding you even though the girls think I look real gay. You know, it was kind of refreshing and a little bit funny, coming to a new school where people didn't know. So many girls wanted to get in on the action of Iwasaki Iemasa's son.
It didn't last very long last time and while I find it very, very funny to see the faces of people who assume I'm straight and thus are homophobic in front of me when I let them know, it's only funny once. I have things I want more than having a lark at the expense of homophobes.
He is in his element here, he doesn't know why he was despairing so much yesterday, so what if he was a fool and dumped his emotions all over Haru, those emotions are now safely tucked away in a drawer never to be seen again and he can be so charming and confident and hot, watch if he doesn't.
—am interested in. He is acing this, he is so good at this, he is flying so high.
I mean, it might not be anybody's business, but 'I'm Canadian' seems to convince them of that more efficiently than other statements I have tried.
There are various rude responses that work pretty well, in increasing level of rudeness depending on how rude they're starting out as. And, alright, admittedly people are pretty willing to look past my terrible flaws for more political reasons.
"Why do you ask, are you interested?" "Back where I'm from we call this 'nun'ya b'ness'." "Oh, you don't need to worry about any men flirting with you, I can guarantee you you're safe." "Your dad seemed to enjoy it last night." "I'd ask if you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth but it's pretty obvious you don't have a girlfriend." "I think you should maybe consider brushing your teeth after all of the shit you've been spewing at me, but it'll probably not actually fix your bad breath issues. Maybe a mint." "You know, you're right, you may have fewer friends than me, be less interesting than me, and be less hot than me, but you are indeed not a disgusting homo, gotta give you that one."
Okay admittedly that first one wasn't so much rude as it was the kind of thing that makes homophobes terrified they got the gay cooties from being flirted with.
It's always possible to find what will stop someone from making their bigotry my problem but some people are more insistent than others.