[ reki spends a long time just looking at haru. he wants to say this makes no sense, that magic isn't real and neither is some stupid zodiac legend, but he finds he doesn't feel like that's the truth. the only truth he's willing to actually believe is the one haru is telling to him now, no matter how bizarre it sounds.
it doesn't matter anyway; this has been a real thing to both of them ever since the beginning. reki can't even count the number of bovine beasts he's mocked up on his tablet and sketchpad. he remembers the last time they were messing around and reki noticed that the bizarre color of haru's hair extended to every part of him and thought that's weirdly thorough. and— and now eating burgers makes him feel queasy, even though haru eats them just fine, and... ]
You're my ox. [ he says, like a revelation, his fingers clutching in haru's shirt. ] Like, for real.
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it doesn't matter anyway; this has been a real thing to both of them ever since the beginning. reki can't even count the number of bovine beasts he's mocked up on his tablet and sketchpad. he remembers the last time they were messing around and reki noticed that the bizarre color of haru's hair extended to every part of him and thought that's weirdly thorough. and— and now eating burgers makes him feel queasy, even though haru eats them just fine, and... ]
You're my ox. [ he says, like a revelation, his fingers clutching in haru's shirt. ] Like, for real.