On a grey and dreary morning, Matsuda sat on a couch. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His heart ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Ryuk to love someone with a broken arm?
Sadly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a sun in the desert, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ryuk would lie with me, in his own loving way..."
"Do you?" Ryuk sat down beside Matsuda and put his hand on Matsuda's shoulder. "I think that could be arranged."
Matsuda gasped ukeishly. "But what about my broken arm?"
"I like it," Ryuk said huskily. "I think it's okay."
They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow that casts a happy glow in a rave.
"I love you," Matsuda said.
"I love you too," Ryuk replied.
They bought a pet moose, moved in together, and lived quite happily.