“Nah,” Ryuji says very simply. “Not happenin’.”

It’s not that he doesn’t care what you want—he does literally anything else for you—but he’s not about to breakup with you because of a petty argument. He nonchalantly leans over the couch to look over at you.

“You hungry? We can go out,” he says, as calm as ever. Everyone knows you belong to him, anyway. You’re not going anywhere. He frowns, tilting his head at you. “What? Are ya’ still mad?”