"'E...ru,'" Hikaru tries, uncertainly.
"No," Touya corrects him, "'L'. Don't drag it out so much."
"I don't know why you're trying to teach me English in the first place," Hikaru grumbles. "Foreigners are weird, and Westerners all suck at go anyway."
"I'm impressed that you're able to say that when it's less than a week since Redmond 9-dan knocked you out of the Kisei tournament," Touya says with an amused smile. "Besides, 'L' is a handy letter. There's all sorts of useful words you can't spell without it."
"He doesn't count," Hikaru harrumphs. "And like what?"
"Well," says Touya, and now his smile has gone from amused to predatory, "there is, for example, 'lick.'" And he proceeds to demonstrate.
'Later', which is a word even Hikaru concedes the usefulness of, they're snuggled up together on the tatami when Touya suddenly rouses himself. "There's another L word I like as well," he says, and whispers it in Hikaru's ear.
Hikaru blinks, and then grins like a moron. Thankfully, the ceiling is the only thing that sees him, and he recovers his composure very quickly. "Che'," he snorts, "It sounds better when you say it like 'rabu' anyway."