"What?" The chopsticks slip from his fingers, one clattering to the plate, the other bouncing to the floor. That can't be right. There's no way it's right! There's gotta be a loophole or something. Or maybe he means familial? "I'm not-- I..."

He's only ever said it to Shiro and his dad, and they were family! At the same time though, he's never actually been in love before to know the difference. Or maybe he has and there isn't a difference at all and he's just deluded himself into thinking there was to make it easy for him to pick apart.

But whether it's right or not, there's one thing he can't argue. Lowering his head to stare blankly at the plate in front of him, his voice drops to little more than a squeak. "It's you."