"I thought you might at least try to apologise!" Junro snapped, loud enough to make the phone crackle, and Keisuke sighed; of course he had, he had probably expected Keisuke to chase after him and grovel immediately, much less in the days following their split at the matsuri. "What else are you going to do? Spend all your time with your new fish?" he spat.

"Sounds better than spending all my time with you." Keisuke said almost without thinking, running his fingers through Kin's hair - he was asleep, his adorable face squished against Keisuke's chest - and realised what he'd said only as Junro made a sharp sound like an angry teakettle . . . but even if Kin-chan had remained a fish after that first night, well. . .