𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝙹𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
╰┈➤ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 ⏤͟͟͞͞٭☆
╰┈➤ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 ⏤͟͟͞͞٭☆
it happens on accident.
which honestly makes it very yuji.
you’re both sitting on the floor of the dorm common room, backs against the couch, some random show playing that neither of you are really paying attention to.
yuji’s talking — he always is — going on about something that happened during training, hands moving, voice bright.
you’re smiling.
watching him more than the screen.
and then it slips.
“—and i just thought, like, if you were there it would’ve been way more fun ‘cause i like being with you more than anyone el—”
he stops.
you blink.
yuji freezes. completely.
his brain catches up to his mouth a second too late.
“…wait.”
there’s a long pause.
slowly...slowly, his face starts turning red.
“i didn’t mean— no, i did mean that— but not like— i mean—” he’s spiraling now, hands coming up to cover his face. “that sounded weird, right? that sounded weird—”
you laugh softly.
“yuji…”
he peeks at you through his fingers, mortified.
“sorry.”
“…why are you apologizing?”
“because i basically just—” he cuts himself off, groaning quietly. “i’m bad at this.”
you tilt your head slightly.
“bad at what?”
another pause.
this one feels heavier.
yuji lowers his hands slowly, looking at you properly now — really looking, like he’s trying to decide something.
and for once…
he doesn’t dodge it.
“…i like you,” he says.
it’s simple.
no joke. no deflection.
just honest.
his ears are still bright red, voice a little unsteady, heart pounding rapidly— but he doesn’t take it back this time.
“like… a lot.”
the room feels quieter now.
your heart definitely doesn’t.
You stare at him, mouth shut.
yuji laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, face red.
“i wasn’t planning to say it like that,” he admits. “i had a better version in my head.”
you then smile. just abit.
“i think this one’s better...”
he blinks, not expecting anything.
“…really?”
you nod.
and that’s all it takes.
the tension in his shoulders drops instantly, relief washing over his expression so clearly it almost makes you laugh again.
“okay,” he exhales, grinning a little now. “good. ‘cause i don’t think i could redo that.”
you nudge his arm lightly.
“so what now?”
yuji looks at you for a second.
then, carefully, like he doesn’t want to mess it up
he reaches for your hand
holding it, oh so gentle.
just like that time when he massaged it.
“now…” he says, smile softer this time, “i keep liking you. just… louder, i guess.”
and somehow...
he still looks just as love-drunk as before.
If anything, it's more.
Grinning, hand squeezing one another's.
It's not the confession he planned but this works too..
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╰┈➤ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆