Kida snuggled into Izaya on the couch and pulled the blanket higher. "Izaya-san?"
"Hm?"
"Are we in a relationship?" They were watching a movie about couples at various stages in their relationships, and it got him wondering about his status with Izaya. He was certain that the informant didn't particularly want to put a label on them; maybe he even disliked the idea. But Masaomi was young and searching for stability. He wanted to be able to confidently say what he and Izaya were.
"That depends on the type of relationship you're referring to."
"I mean, I know you're my lover. It's just... Are you, like, my boyfriend?" he questioned, trying not to sound nervous. Izaya was quiet for a while, and he worried that he shouldn't have asked. Those moments of silence stretched on far to long, and every second that passed left him more scared and insecure.
"I've never put much thought to it," the informant replied plainly. He trailed his fingertips along Masaomi's arm as he spoke. "I dated some girls in high school, but those were fleeting. Those girls weren't humans I took a particular interest in. They were simply people to use for the release of my sexual frustration. At that age, it was better to use the labels of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' in order to get sex." He spoke without shame or regret, as if admitting that he manipulated girls for sex was completely normal. Though, Masaomi embraced that Izaya set his own morals. It made him different, more interesting than anyone else he'd ever met. "I've never really been this intimate with anyone, so I wouldn't know. You're more qualified to answer that."
"Well, we fuck, cuddle, sleep together, and go out for food together. But, unless you count going to restaurants and cafés, we don't go out on dates."
"We went to the carnival a few weeks ago."
"That didn't count. We did that so you could trail someone."
"Yeah, but we went on rides and played games."
Grabbing Izaya's hand and interlocking their fingers, Masaomi smiled. "Are you trying to defend that we went on a date? How sweet."
"I'm simply pointing out that we went to a public event as a pair, kissed on the Ferris wheel, and slept together afterwards. That constitutes a generic date, yes?"
"Yeah, it does."
Izaya was quiet for a while again, his eyes returning to the television. He spoke a few minutes later. "Do you want us to be labeled as a couple?"
It took a few moments for Masaomi to realize they had continued the conversation. He thought the informant had simply dropped it, not wanting to talk about it any longer. "I don't know. You've been less of an asshole to me since we started sleeping together, so you're tolerable now, and I've had a crush on you for a while. Neither of us had shown any kind of interest in another person for months before we first had sex. So, if you think we should, I'd like to say that we're dating." The blond took a breath afterwards, feeling relieved to have gotten everything out that he had wanted to say.
"I don't mind," Izaya said simply.
"Okay."
"We're boyfriends, then?"
Masaomi nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
Izaya smiled. The hand on Masaomi's arm drifted to his hip. "Would you like to celebrate our new relationship?" he purred in a deep voice, nipping his lover's ear.
The younger male immediately caught on. He leaned back and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, giving him a seductive look despite the blush on his face. "Only if my boyfriend carries me to the bed."
Effortlessly, Izaya slid his arms around the slender boy and held him close to his body as he stood up. He kissed Masaomi's forehead as he ascended the staircase. "As you wish, my darling boyfriend."