The Dinner

"So, 75 years old, huh? That's pessimistic."

Ryosuke looked up from his phone to see Yuri staring at him from across the table.

"What is this about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. What you said on today's School Kakumei shooting."

Ryosuke stared at Yuri, unsure if the other guy was joking or not. But judging from Yuri's expression, it didn't seem like he was.

"I was just being realistic," Ryosuke shrugged. "My great-grandmother is 95 and she is still in the land of the living," he added.

"I'm going to be lonely when you're gone," Yuri choked out, completely ignoring what Ryosuke had said.

Ryosuke couldn't find any words to respond at first. Yuri was only several months younger than him, but the younger had always tend to act more childlike, always wanting to be spoiled. However, Yuri had matured lately, had started to stop clinging onto Ryosuke like he would do a few years back. But it didn't change the fact that Ryosuke loved him so, so, much, that he had seen him as the younger brother that he never had. He wanted to always be there for Yuri, and it saddened him to think that it was a real possibility that he could die before Yuri did.

The tears were threatening to break free and Ryosuke blinked harshly. "Well, I'm here now, aren't I?" Ryosuke said softly. "We don't know when we would die, and when it's time, it's not like there's anything that we could do to prevent it from happening. But what we can do is treasure the time that we have in this world, to live our life to the fullest so that we have no regrets in the end," he continued.

Silence fell upon the table. "Was that weird?" Ryosuke thought to himself, eyeing Yuri whose expression was unreadable. Then the younger laughed, quietly at first, but it soon became louder. Ryosuke stared at him, dumbfounded.

"I was just joking, but you suddenly turned into Plato," Yuri gasped between laughter.

"Plato?" Ryosuke repeated increduously. The younger's laughter was countagious, and soon Ryosuke started laughing as well. Gasping for air afterwards, they looked at each other, smiling.

"But I do love you, you know, and I miss you whenever you can't be by my side," Yuri condeded.

It was rare for Yuri to talk about his feelings, and Ryosuke felt as if his heart was swelling with his love for Yuri. However, a mischievous idea soon crossed his mind. "Well, of course you'll miss me, who would pay for your stuff it wasn't for me?" He smirked.

Yuri stared at Ryosuke in disbelief. However, the acrobat prodigy soon regained his composure. He raised his hand, and a waitress appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"What's the most expensive item on your menu?" Yuri asked, smiling sweetly.

Now it was Ryosuke's turn to stare at Yuri in disbelief. He looked at Yuri, and then at the waitress, and then back at Yuri who was smirking.

"That would be the 2013 Opus One at ¥50,000 per bottle," the waitress answered, pointing at the wine on the menu.

"Great! We'll have a bottle then," Yuri nodded. As the waitress shuffled away, he turned to look at Ryosuke with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Unbelievable," Ryosuke shook his head, trying to stop himself from laughing. "Absolutely unbelievable."