While Akashi took a shower, Furihata prepared dinner.

They were going to have simple curry with onions and carrots topped over white rice. Then they would have some sweets for desert. Furihata had just finished chopping the carrots and onions when he felt arms wrapped around his waist and Akashi's chin settled on his shoulder. Akashi's hair was still damp, and it tickled his cheek.

"Kouki~ why are you crying?" Akashi baited.

"You know I'm not crying, it's the onions." Kouki pouted. "Besides, why would I be crying?"

"Because you miss me," came the reply.

Furihata was tempted to throw the knife at Akashi. He didn't, but if he did, Akashi would probably dodge it easily.

Akashi held Furihata tighter and kissed his neck, smothering Furihata with love.

"Sei-chan," Furihata whined, "I'm cooking, please!"

Akashi stopped with the kissing, but kept his arms around Furihata's waist.

"Your hair is still damp, go dry it off!" Furihata scolded in hopes of removing the man from him.

"No thank you, I'm quite comfortable here," Akashi declared, giving Furihata a squeeze to let him know that he doesn't have any intention to let go.

Furihata gave a sigh of defeat. There was no way that Seijuurou would remove himself if he didn't already. Sometimes, Furihata thought Sei-kun to be childish at times, but it was a side that only he knew.

It was somewhat of an annoyance to try to cook and set the table with an overgrown baby attached to the waist, but whenever Furihata made a hint of mock annoyance, Akashi just rubbed his face into the back of Furihata's head. After a while, Furihata didn't have the heart to make Akashi leave, so Akashi stayed there until dinner was ready. While Akashi didn't want to let go of his lover, he didn't want to cause any accidents because Furihata's mobility is impaired by him.

When the pot of Curry was done, Akashi let go of Furihatai's waist and scooped a serving of rice for the two of them. Furihata ladled curry on top of the rice and set it at the table. They both sat down.

"Itadakimasu!" The two men both said and they started to eat.

Half-way through dinner, Akashi looked up at Furihata and asked

"Kouki, is there something on your mind you want us do discuss?"

Furihata stopped eating. He felt really nervous. "Uh…yeah…th-there is s-s-something I…um… want to dis-discuss." He stuttered.

Akashi stopped eating.

"Yes?" Akashi said, giving Furihata his full attention.

Furihata took a deep breath. He didn't want to hurt Akashi's feelings. However, it was just to uncomfortable to keep it inside. After all, Akashi would remind him gently that he should be open with how he felt, and if he had anything to say, Akashi would always be ready to listen.

Akashi did not rush Furihata. If he did, Furihata would be a puddle of stammers and he would be unable to say how he was feeling. Akashi waited patiently, waiting for Furihata to continue.

"I…um…I don't" Furihata stammered. He stopped to muster his courage.

"I don't?" Akashi felt a surge of panic rushing through him. What could Kouki not want to do anymore? It must be very important to their relationship. It seemed like a very solemn matter. Kouki seems very serious and nervous. Akashi could feel that Kouki was going to say something to hurt his feelings. It couldn't…possibly be…

Furihata had gone silent now. He was taking deep breaths. His eyes flitted nervously around, not looking at Akashi. It was like he was facing some sort of immense turmoil. What could it possibly be.

Akashi wanted to know. He wanted to say something. Anything. But he couldn't. If he did, Furihata might shy away.

Could it be what he dreaded? The dark lingering thought in the back of his mind was pushing its way to the front.

No… Akashi didn't want to believe it.

Furihata let out a sigh and seemed to finally accept his decision.

"Seijuurou. I don't want- "