“How do I look?”
“Yosuke, that's the third time you've asked me this.”
“That's not an answer.” Yosuke pouted. “C’mon, partner! This is my first time at a big, fancy restaurant. I don't want to embarass you, especially in front of your parents.”
“If my parents have a problem with you, it's their own fault. Besides, they've been really excited to meet you. When you have an introverted son who is always moving from town to town, it's a big deal that he has a best friend, let alone a boyfriend.”
“I guess you're right. My family was the same way, Mom especially. She was never very fond of my old ‘friends,’ so when you came along, she was thrilled. I always had to tell her how ‘Souji-kun’ was doing.”
“So, are you feeling better?”
“Yeah.” Yosuke was still for a moment. He then tapped his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Still, could you make sure I didn't mess up the tie or anything?”
“Of course.” Souji turned around to face the brunette, whose hair was pulled back, his tie a dark orange to match Souji’s silver one. He was smiling as brightly as ever.
Blood ran to Yosuke's face. “Dude, you can't just say stuff like that!”
“Why not? I'm doing what you told me to.”
“I am. You look amazing, and I'm so lucky to have you.”
“...Dammit. You leave me no choice.” Yosuke grabbed Souji tightly by the waist and pressed their lips together.
They stayed like that for a minute or two, too caught up in the moment to remember they had places to be.
Eventually, Souji had to let go. “We can't keep my parents waiting.” He laughed as Yosuke made an overly dramatic sad face. “We can continue this later. For now, let's focus on heading to dinner.”
With one last, chaste kiss, they left their apartment hand in hand.