[For the near-decade or so that Wakatoshi has known him, Sakusa has always been strong-minded. Once he's made his decision about anything, nothing could deter him. He's always appreciated that about him. After dating someone that only seemed to want to please him, and another one who couldn't decide if he loved or hated Wakatoshi (or, hell, if he had lingering feelings for someone else), that sort of honesty and confidence was a strong breath of fresh air.

Sakusa twists his flexible wrists and their hands now touch, and Wakatoshi can't help the smile stretching across his lips.]

I'm relieved to hear you say those words, Kiyoomi. I appreciate your honesty, more than you could possibly know, and I agree to those terms.

[Those terms went without saying. Wakatoshi had every intention of loving and protecting Sakusa, even through the good and bad. Anyone else, and those same words would sound like some sort of verbal contract between business partners or the fine print on a miai pamphlet. His own mother probably sounded like that when she and his father were first courting, though Wakatoshi's confident that the love he feels for the man sitting across him far exceeds theirs.

No offense, mother.

He's stroking his thumb fondly over the web of skin between Sakusa's thumb and forefinger, doesn't withdraw it even as the waiter comes by with their appetizer salads: crisp and fresh greens, dressings on the side of course. He barely regards the waiter as the plates are set up and the employee, getting the hint from Wakatoshi's brusque wave-off when asked for refills, whisks himself away to get the rest of their order.]

So, this means we're official then. I'll take care of you. I promise.