@amourem ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗
As long as their world was plagued by curses there would be no actual intermission between assignments, the sorcerers who fought to preserve that precarious balance in high demand & short supply. Yuta knew, perhaps better than most, how the collateral of those curses became innocent lives, & had endured it himself, being on the opposite side. Death would always linger in his peripherals & reprieves such as this were becoming scarce. It was an ineffable sense of relief that washed over him, almost visceral, quiet & attentive; he commits every minute detail of Inumaki’s expression to memory. If allowed, he would have stood there in that empty hallway & held him for as long as possible.
The familiar hum of Inumaki’s cursed energy presses against him & he leans into it, invites in & when they do part he remains with his forehead resting against the others. In place of the enervation that had his mouth in a tight line is a small, fond smile, dispelling lingering vestiges of adversity. How could he hold onto that weight when each iteration of his name upon the other’s lips is imbued with affection. With his arms encircled around the other’s waist, he speaks again, softer this time. “ .. I’m back.” During their time apart it was the night’s where silence settled over him, a transient respite, that his thoughts returned to Jujutsu High, his friends, Inumaki. An absence felt so keenly that hours that should have been dedicated to rest proper are relinquished to that deep, unmistakable feeling. It’s apparent in the darkness that dusts beneath his eyes, the tension settling in the line of his shoulders. Even if it doesn’t entirely dissipate with their reunion he feels the difference unlike anything else. “ I wasn’t there for you.” it’s spoken softly; regret a harrowing feeling. A hand that had rested at the other’s waist came to linger against his cheek, the touch tender, as much an apology as a need to remain touching.