A/N: Please read my note at the end!
Chapter title from "Toothpick" by Stand Atlantic
When Tohru calls the doctor on Monday, she's told to wait about four more weeks before coming in. Even though Kyo's a bit bummed about the wait, and he can tell Tohru is too, they both know they have to take advantage of that time.
They buy Tohru all the vitamins she'll need. They open a joint savings account to be used specifically for baby-related purchases. They find a therapist. That was the hardest, but perhaps most important, step of all. Kyo wants to go. He suggested it, after all. But he also has a very…delicate history. He can't just go around telling everyone about the trauma he grew up with because a lot of it involved changing into an animal, something normal people obviously don't do.
Before the first appointment, he and Tohru sit down at her kitchen table and make a game plan—what parts of their history together they can talk about, and what they can't, ways to get around the whole zodiac curse thing while still getting down to the root of the issues. It's not easy, and it's not fun.
But when they walk to the office together, and sit down on that couch, and start to pour their hearts out to the strange lady sitting across from them with a clipboard balanced on her lap, they find it's already so worth it.
Things can only get better from here, Kyo figures.
They each go to two appointments per week, one individually and one together. Even with Japan's national healthcare, mental health treatment is on the expensive side, and getting a bill each week is nearly painful. Master saw them stressing over one at work one day and offered to pay for any upcoming appointments.
At first, they adamantly declined his offer, saying it was too much. But Kazuma had just pulled them into his arms. "I love the three of you so very much," he'd reminded them.
Tohru burst into tears at that, of course, and Kyo had to admit he had been misty-eyed, himself.
Every Thursday, both of them have had their individual sessions, and they sit down to debrief each other before their joint session on Fridays. It's become a routine, one that they both find effectiveness in. Tonight, Kyo talks to Tohru while he makes dinner and she lies on the couch.
"So," he says, stirring the curry in front of him, "She said that I should really try to keep a journal. So like, when a bad memory or whatever comes up, I write about it. I've never been a huge fan of that stuff, but she said it'll help my brain slow down to process the memories better. Did she mention anything like that to you?" He doesn't get a response, so he asks, "Tohru?" Nothing. Concerned, he turns the heat on the stove off and heads into the living area.
Tohru is sitting up, back propped against the back of the couch, her head tilted back at an odd angle as she dozes. He chuckles and puts a hand behind her head, pulling it forward so she doesn't hurt her neck, then repositions her so that she's fully lying down on the sofa.
"Mm?" she mumbles, eyes fluttering open. "Oh my gosh! Did I fall asleep?! I'm so sorry, Kyo-kun, what were you saying?" She makes to sit up, but he puts a hand on her shoulder, keeping her down.
"It's okay," he assures her. "You tired?"
She nods, then puts a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle a yawn. "I don't know why, though. I didn't do much today."
He scoffs. "You went to work, then therapy, and you're growing another person."
She pulls her legs up. Kyo hesitates, then sits, and she lays them across his lap once he's settled. "It was only a half day at work. And I'm only about eight weeks along," she protests.
Kyo squeezes her knee, the bare skin almost burning his fingers to ashes, and shakes his head. "Shuddup," he says fondly. "You're a superhero."
Her cheeks flush. She picks up the hand that isn't on her knee, and presses a kiss to his knuckles.
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. He's okay with the situation between him and Tohru, he really is (even though he's also still madly in love with her, and doubts that will ever change). He's more than willing to wait, work on things, and hope that it turns back into something more later. He doesn't want to rush and fuck tings up again—this woman sitting next to him…he wants to eventually marry her, have more kids with her, grow old with her, and he's not willing to risk it. But despite him knowing all this, it still stings a little bit every time she touches him, especially when it's to do something like that. He doesn't know where the boundary lies with her, and that always makes him feel like he's unintentionally a little bit out of court. He pulls his hand back slowly, trying to be subtle in hopes she won't notice; and if she does, she doesn't say anything.
"Do you wanna talk about this stuff later?" he asks. "You can just eat and then go to bed."
"No, I really want to talk," she insists, then cringes. He tilts his head in confusion. "And…food doesn't sound too good right now. I'm so sorry, you cooked for me and everything."
"Like it's a problem. I'll just put it in the fridge and you can have it later. Do you want some toast, though? You should try to eat something, and that should be easy on your stomach."
She sighs, but nods in relent. He squeezes her knee again and gently slips out from under her legs. Once he's in the kitchen and two pieces of bread are in the toaster, he leans back against the counter. "Did you hear me talking about the therapist's journal idea?"
"Ah, uh…a little bit. I think she recommended the same thing to me. I'm not much of a writer, though."
He shrugs. "I guess it doesn't have to be good. No one else is ever gonna see it."
"Mm…"
Kyo inhales, holds the breath. He feels itchy, and he doesn't like it. So, he does what he seems to be best at when it comes to Tohru: teases her. "And besides, Tohru Honda," he says mischievously, "with the rose-colored glasses you always have on, you can't tell me you've never wanted to try being an artist in at least some way."
Tohru snorts and looks over at him, watching as he digs around in her fridge for jelly. "I used to want to paint, but we both know I'm not coordinated enough for that. And besides, journaling isn't art."
He shrugs. The toast pops up, and he grabs it immediately, then curses under his breath at how hot it is. "Writing is art," he points out.
She chuckles. "You were always fond of reading."
"Hey, it's relaxing."
"And you're a nerd."
"Hey—well, that too, I guess."
She raises an eyebrow. "Oh, so you admit it now? I remember you threatening to punch anyone who said it back in school."
"Eh…it's more like I just stopped denying it at some point. I still don't necessarily accept it."
"There's nothing wrong with being a nerd," Tohru shoots back, smiling fondly. Kyo just grumbles again, then brings her toast over. "Thank you, Kyo-kun."
"Mm-hmm." He sits on the arm of the couch and watches her.
"It's so good!" Tohru gushes, putting a palm over her full mouth. "Do you want a bite?"
Kyo laughs. "I'm okay. I'll just believe you. Besides, it's kind of hard to fuck up toast." She rolls her eyes in response.
He smiles a little, then looks away, toward the TV that's been on since they came home. They have it muted, and he has no idea what's going on in this random show, but having something to look at that isn't Tohru is a little comforting right now.
"So…the appointment is on Monday."
That seems to perk sleepy-Tohru up a little more. "Mm-hmm!"
"You excited?"
"Yes, but—well, also sort of nervous."
He glances over at her. "Why?"
"Well, what if something's, you know…wrong?"
Kyo feels like an idiot, then—he hadn't even considered that up until now. The only thing he's been vaguely worrying about is the possibility of the curse coming back, but they wouldn't be able to know that until the baby is born. He hadn't thought about the possibility that there could be other health issues.
"Everything's gonna be fine," he says immediately. He's aware that his voice has turned a little chilly, but he can't help it. He can't be sure their baby is healthy, of course, but it's what they both need to hear.
"But—"
He cuts her off. "And on the off chance that something is wrong, we'll deal with it together."
Tohru just nods a bit. "Mm."
They're both young and healthy. The only thing he could see really going wrong is the fucking curse coming back, and that's unlikely as it is. The other night, in bed, Tohru had asked him if he was worried about the curse.
"Well, yeah, a little…I guess," he'd said back.
Tohru had sprung up into a sitting position, then, startling him to the point of almost falling out of bed. "That won't happen, Kyo-kun, but if it does, I want it to be a boy," she'd said simply. Resolutely. It was final, no doubt in her mind.
Kyo knows that Tohru Honda is strong, the most resilient person she's ever met. But could she really handle that? Just how strong is she? Everyone has a breaking point, or two, or three. Her child surely has to be one of them.
"Just…try to relax," he says, gentler now. "Try to think about the positive. On Monday, we'll get to see the baby, right? And get those picture things?"
"I don't really know how it works," she laughs lightly. "I've…never done this before."
"Mm, you don't say? What a coincidence—neither have I," he drawls. She nudges his knee with her foot playfully.
This part of the conversation makes him realize, for not the first time, just how young they both are. They don't even know what to expect at a doctor's appointment. In the grand scheme of things, aren't they really just babies, themselves?
He shakes his head to clear that thought away. No sense in dwelling on it. And besides, he is ridiculously excited to be a dad, no matter how young he may be.
"I've got your back," he adds.
"I know," she says. "And I have yours."
Tohru's exhausted, both physically and emotionally. She can't stay awake during the day, yet can't sleep at night, she can barely eat—all she does is work, go to therapy, and worry…while snacking on crackers the whole time to try and keep the morning sickness at bay.
Kyo is by her side all the time, even coming back into her little office to check on her multiple times a day at work. Having him being so doting is precious, and she's grateful. But, she also feels like they've made no progress on their relationship in a lot of ways.
Despite going to therapy twice a week, coordinating what the therapist calls "homework," and debriefing every session together, nothing much has changed between them. Tohru knows it's stupid to think that things could go back to normal in just four weeks. But also, everything between her and Kyo has always been hot and passionate—nothing in their romantic history has ever been anything but impulsive. So part of her has been hoping that they would have at least made some progress by this point, no matter how naïve of a hope that might be.
So she tries, in small ways. Tests the water. She kisses his wrist or knuckles, holds onto his hand just a bit longer than necessary at times, sleeps with their shoulders touching. She sees how stiff he gets each time she initiates contact. She feels stupid and petty for even trying, but still does it every once in a while, hoping that someday soon he won't act like he's destroyed by her touch. He touches her sometimes, himself (nothing beyond friendly), but when she starts it, it's like his mind short-circuits.
There's really nothing she can do but try, she supposes. Until she gets shut down for good and has to respect his decision. And she will absolutely respect his decision.
She folds her arms on her desk, then leans her head on them, letting out a sigh. She's so impatient. Logically, she knows the sense of unrest, along with the lack of focus, she feels is likely hormonal.
And…also the fatigue that keeps knocking her down.
She's woken up by a familiar voice. "Tohru. Tohru."
Tohru sits up in a rush and looks at the clock on her computer. She'd slept for half an hour, at work? How awful of her, truly unacceptable. She looks to the figure in the doorway with flushed cheeks.
"I'm so sorry!" she blurts.
Kyo shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Are you okay, though?"
"Mm-hmm," she mumbles, still embarrassed despite his reassurance.
"Well, we've gotta go. Time for the appointment."
She notices, then, that he's already in his street clothes and holding his sneakers. He must have been waiting for her in the genkan. That makes this whole situation even worse.
She stands up, grabs her bag and her jacket, and rushes out of the room behind him. "Are we going to be late?"
"Nah, I don't think so."
"I'm sorry," she says again.
"Tohru, you're fine," he says again. "I get it. Master gets it. You couldn't have been asleep for too long, anyway. I just came and talked to you like, 45 minutes ago."
"Wait, wait," he adds as she stands on one leg to slip a shoe on. He rushes to her side to grab her hands. Her heartbeat goes sporadic, even though it's nothing special, as per usual; just a platonic, polite touch to make sure she doesn't fall. He effectively steadies her as she gets her shoes on, then shoves his feet into his own as quickly as possible before they rush out the door.
"Are you still tired?" Kyo asks as they speed walk toward the bus stop they need.
"I'm always tired now," she points out.
"Well, yeah, but—I mean, like, do you need me to carry you the rest of the way to the bus stop or something?"
Tohru feels her cheeks redden again. "Kyo-kun," she groans, the embarrassment she's battling with accidentally seeping out through her voice. "I can walk…"
"Sorry, sorry," he says, glancing at her over his shoulder as he keeps moving—his legs are too long for her to keep up when he's not focusing on maintaining a more manageable rate for her. "I just don't know what I can do to help."
"If I need help with something, I'll tell you," she promises.
He makes a noncommittal noise. "When have you ever told someone when you need help?"
"I ask you for help all the time now," she reminds him. "Just last night you went to the convenience store at 1AM because I wanted one of those awful Hostess cupcakes, remember?" She smiles sweetly.
He laughs and turns back around. "Yeah, sure. We can count that, I guess."
They make the bus they need with just seconds to spare. It's pretty full, so they end up standing, hanging onto the handrails near the window. Kyo gently pushes her until her back is against the wall of the bus, using his body to cage her away from the area in which people often bump into each other. As he does so, they get looks from a few people, but Tohru tries to ignore them, opting to stare straight ahead at his collar bone, instead. They're quiet, but as their stop draws nearer, Tohru feels anxiety well up in her throat again.
"Kyo-kun…" she whispers. "I'm—"
"Mm?" he asks, leaning his head down closer to hers. "I can barely hear you."
She takes a deep breath and tries to speak a little louder. "I'm scared."
Kyo narrows his eyes in concern. The bus goes over a bump, and he lurches forward with it, barely catching himself with a hand on Tohru's waist. "Shit, sorry. That's exactly what I was trying to avoid by shoving you back here," he mumbles. She doesn't really mind, but she won't say that, of course.
Getting back on topic, he asks, "Are you still worried that something might be wrong with the baby?"
"Yeah, a little," she squeaks.
"What does your gut say?"
Tohru blinks. "...Eh?"
Kyo's cheeks burn at the realization that she doesn't quite know what he's getting at. He looks away as he tries to explain. "Do you have a gut feeling? Like a strong instinct that something is actually wrong?"
"O-oh. Uh," she stammers. She's never been great at listening to her instincts. She's found that she's often fueled by anxiety or depression, and that her instincts therefore aren't very reliable. But, as she quiets her mind and focuses all her energy on her body, now, she honestly doesn't feel anything wrong. The longer she thinks about it, the more her worry dissipates.
"No," she says finally.
"Then we're good," Kyo says simply. Tohru stares at him, not sure of what to say. He knows exactly how to calm her down; always has, really, but it's been even more evident since they found out she's pregnant.
He's amazing.
He's going to be such a good dad.
The next thing she knows, he's tapping his knuckles against her head as the bus comes to a stop. "This is us, Space Cadet." She smiles a little and follows him.
As he usually seems to be, he was right and they were exactly on time to the doctor's office. They get called back almost immediately. The nurse with them gestures to the examination table surrounded by ultrasound equipment. "Honda-san, this is your spot," she says. "And…is this your husband?"
Kyo and Tohru are both quiet for a second before Tohru just blurts "Yes" to make things simpler. She doesn't have the emotional energy to deal with the questions that would have accompanied the actual truth. Kyo doesn't protest, just silently sits on the plastic chair the nurse points him towards.
"Honda-san, go ahead and get undressed from the waist down, please. I'll be right back to start the sonogram."
"Undressed?" Tohru repeats slowly. This already isn't like anything she's seen on TV, which is all she's had to prepare herself, really; she doesn't have her mom to talk to, after all. Everything she's seen has involved the pregnant woman pulling up their shirt a bit, getting this weird gel squeezed onto their stomach, and then crying tears of joy as they stare at their baby on the screen.
"Mm-hmm," the nurse confirms. She lays out a blanket for Tohru to cover herself with. "This early on, we do ultrasounds internally to make sure we can see everything properly. I'll be back."
Once the door is shut, Tohru slides off the table and glances at Kyo. He has a grimace on his face, but he tries to hide it as soon as he meets her eyes. She understands—this doesn't sound like it's going to be particularly comfortable for her…but then again, birth won't be either, so she may as well get used to discomfort and awkward situations now, she supposes. She looks away and reaches for the zipper of her skirt.
His eyes follow her hand, then he jumps up out of his chair. "O-oh, I can—"
Tohru shakes her head. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before…and you definitely will again," she mumbles. "W-when the baby is born!" she rushes to explain. "If you even want to be there, I mean. It was rude of me to assume…"
Kyo sits back down, eyes trained on the tile floor. When he speaks, he sounds just a little sad, Tohru thinks. "Yeah, I guess you're right…and of course I'm going to be there when the baby is born. You think I'd miss that? Leave you alone for that?"
"I—no, you would never," she says quickly, trying to reassure him. But she knows that's hard to do when she can't really touch him, can't kiss him, or tell him she loves him. So she just says quietly, "I'm sorry."
He shakes his head in return. "It's okay."
Tohru bites her lip as she climbs back onto the table and drapes the blanket across her lap. Great. Things were going pretty well, until she'd started babbling incoherently and offended him.
Before she can dwell on it too much, though, the nurse knocks on the door and peeks her head in. "Are we ready?"
"Yes," they say in unison, but Tohru can hear it and feel it—the mood has been dampened a little bit. Her slipup apparently had more of an effect on him than she'd realized.
She feels guilty. So guilty. This is their first time seeing the baby, and she's just being an idiot.
But when everything's set up, and they see that little wiggling blob on the screen, everything changes.
"Kyo-kun," Tohru whispers, absolutely mystified. When he doesn't respond, she looks over to him. He's crying. He's got his head ducked in an attempt to hide it, but she knows him too well for that to work. She reaches out to touch his face, then thinks better of it and snaps her hand back. "Hey, it…it looks like a gummy bear," she blurts.
Kyo sniffles a little bit, then looks up at her. His cheeks are damp, just like she'd suspected. "What?" he asks, a wet-sounding laugh sneaking into his voice.
Tohru laughs, too. "Look. It's all squishy."
He laughs again, more happily this time. "You're such a dork. Only you would call our baby a gummy bear."
Tohru giggles again, but it quickly dissolves into sobs and tears.
Our baby.
"T-Tohru?" Kyo asks nervously. "Are you okay? What's wrong, what happened?"
"Nothing," she chokes out. She's not sure if she should say what she's thinking and feeling, not even sure if she's capable. So she goes with a simplified version of the truth: "I'm just so happy."
"So sweet," the nurse coos from next to Tohru. "Well, you're about to be even happier. Your baby looks very healthy so far, and you're about nine weeks along. In three weeks, we'll have you come back to get scanned again and meet your doctor, but until then, just take it easy. Try peppermints for morning sickness, and make sure to take your vitamins and eat well. Being tired this early on is very common, so try and cut back on your activity level if you can. Please feel free to call me if you have any questions." She hands Tohru a cloth to clean up with, shoves a stack of papers and sonogram pictures in Kyo's direction, then smiles at them before heading to the door. "Congratulations, mom and dad!"
Tohru wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, then shifts her focus to the mess she feels between her legs, rubbing the cloth against her thighs to clear it.
"Tohru," Kyo whispers next to her.
"Yes, Kyo-kun?" She picks her head up and glances in his direction. Before she can really even comprehend what's happening, his hands are on her face and his lips are pressed to hers.
It confuses her, absolutely floors her.
But it also feels so right. She kisses him back deeply, simply because she can't help it. She's spent a good portion of her life being in love with Kyo Sohma; she doesn't even know who she is without that. And when someone you're so desperately in love with kisses you, you kiss back, even if you're not really supposed to.
After a few seconds, though, he pulls back quickly, the motion jerky as though he'd been stabbed. "Sorry. Fuck, sorry," he mumbles, scratching at the back of his head nervously. "Ready to get dressed and go?"
"Oh, uh. Yes." Tohru takes the hand he offers her and slides off the table.
Are they…really not going to talk about that?
They don't talk on the train. They don't talk on the walk from the station back to Tohru's apartment. Kyo tries to ignore it once they get inside, too—he lines his shoes up by the door and goes to the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "What do you feel like eating?". Tohru can tell by his tone that he's trying to sound casual, but he's actually crumbling to pieces inside.
She doesn't know what to do about it.
"I'm not hungry," she says back, leaning against the table in the kitchen as she watches him rifle around in the fridge. "You can just make something for yourself."
"You gotta eat, Tohru."
Usually, Kyo trying to take care of her makes her heart warm. Right now, it just rubs her the wrong way. "I'm fine, Kyo-kun."
He has to stop doing this.
She can't take it.
He can't be comforting her on the train and then kissing her heatedly in the doctor's office one minute, and then go back to being distant and acting like nothing but a caretaker the next. He'd never even been this bad before. Usually he's at least somewhat friendly.
It's breaking her heart.
It's shattering her.
At the snippiness in her voice, Kyo looks up at her. She crosses her arms over her chest, her stubborn side rearing its head. He notices her change of demeanor and straightens up, shutting the fridge. They stare at each other for a few long moments. He's waiting for her to say something, she knows, but she's not going to budge. He's the one who needs to talk.
He clears his throat, then asks hesitantly, "...What's up?"
"I don't know. What's up?"
He raises an eyebrow, then sighs. "I should have known you wouldn't just let that go…" he mumbles.
"Well why should I?!" she snaps.
"I know. I'm sorry," he chokes out. He squeezes his eyes shut against tears, but they slip out anyway.
Tohru wants to hug him. Tohru wants to kick him out.
She keeps her feet planted in place instead of acting on either of those impulses.
Kyo takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I shouldn't have kissed you today. I just…" He pauses, gestures vaguely. "It was so much."
She chews at her lower lip, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut. "It was very emotional in there," she agrees.
He nods. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what happened."
She bites her lip harder, then clamps her own eyes shut. She can't look at him when she says the words that are resting heavy and bitter on her tongue. "Kyo…I can't do this anymore. I have to know. Do you…is there any chance of us getting back together?"
Kyo's quiet for a bit, then she hears him crossing the room, stopping directly in front of her. He reaches up and touches her lips. She can't help but gasp a little at the surprising sensation. "Knock it off. You're gonna make yourself bleed," he murmurs; once she lets go of her lip, he continues, "I saw that baby on the screen, and all I could think was…oh my god, we did that. That's half me and half Tohru."
"So…the kiss was all about the baby?" she asks shakily, eyes still closed.
"You didn't let me finish. That's half me and half the person I'm in love with."
Tohru can't quite describe the emotion she feels in that moment. Relief, happiness, love, love, love.
She lets out a hiccuping sob and opens her eyes. She meets Kyo's gaze, damp brown eyes locking with damp orange ones.
"You're in love with me?" she squeaks, and Kyo smiles a little.
"I never fell out of love with you, and I'm never going to. Do you really think I'd be going to couple's therapy with you if I didn't want to work things out?"
Tohru's cheeks flush at that. "Oh, uh…I guess not. B-but you've been so distant. And then…you kissed me and you were trying to just pretend it didn't happen."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just—I didn't want to seem too eager, or like I was trying to move too quickly again. It's only been four weeks since we broke up. I didn't want to move too fast and overwhelm you…or myself. So I shouldn't have just grabbed you and kissed you out of nowhere today. I should have talked to you first, but, well…you know I've never been much good at that." Tohru laughs a bit, and that makes Kyo smile more widely. "Can I hug you?" he adds.
Tohru hesitates, then nods. He wraps her up in his arms, pulling her head into his chest and nuzzling his nose against her hair. She grips onto the back of his shirt with tight fists and lets him cuddle her.
"So…I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he whispers. She nods. "Good."
"I think I want to just go lie down for a bit, though, if that's okay."
Even though he sounds a little disappointed, he releases her and nods. "Of course. I can cook something for later."
She shakes her head. Impulsivity flares as he stares at her in confusion. She doesn't want to be alone right now, and she's pretty sure he doesn't either.
"Actually…can we cook later? Would you come hold me?"
His eyes widen a little bit.
Tohru knows that what she's asking for is much different than what they've been doing lately. It goes beyond sleeping in the same bed, Kyo desperately trying to stick to his own territory.
"Yeah," he says finally. She reaches out his hand, and he takes it and follows her.
Half an hour later, Kyo's not sure how they've ended up here—Tohru half naked and shuddering under him as he presses her to the mattress and sucks at the top of her breast in a desperate, purely instinctual desire to leave a mark. She whimpers lightly, and he opens his eyes halfway, looking down at the milky skin of her chest, pristine except for one purple mark over her heart. Mission accomplished. But then, as the adrenaline in his veins starts to clear a little bit, he realizes what exactly it is he's looking at—Tohru's bare breasts. He hurries to sit back on his heels, covering his eyes with his palms.
Tohru takes a few deep breaths, and then he feels her shift until she's sitting up. She lays her cool hand on his flaming hot cheek. "What's wrong?" she asks, voice breathy.
"Tohru," he mumbles. He pulls his hands back and looks at her, trying to ignore her ruddy cheeks and raw, swollen lips. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Do you not want to?"
He groans a bit. He's never been a good liar, especially not with her. And even if he decides to try, the obvious tent in his jeans would give him away.
"Shouldn't we just stay friends for a while? I know I sort of broke that rule earlier, but—but this is definitely not something friends do."
Tohru sighs and averts her gaze. "That's true," she says.
He nods once and starts to scoot off her before she wraps her thin arms around his neck, drawing him back in close. He can't help but moan and let his eyes fall shut as she drags her tongue down the side of his throat.
"But also…" she chokes out against his shoulder, "were we ever really meant to be anything less than this, Kyo-kun?"
Fuck.
No, they weren't. He knows that. Kyo doesn't quite believe in fate or soulmates or anything like that, but he knows that something had to have been organized somewhere in order to bring him and Tohru together. He's never had simply platonic feelings about her, and has never had any choice in the matter.
He gives up.
He pushes her back down onto the bed and crawls on top of her as she wraps her legs around his waist.
A/N: Hello, friends, I am frustrated lol. This was only supposed to be 24 chapters long, but then the characters did that thing where they took over. So this is back to an undetermined amount of chapters while I rewrite. I didn't want any of this *gestures vaguely.* I hope you stick around with me just a bit longer, though.
