[ Yu is looser, less tense, but only because he forces himself to be. Because he needs to be, in this situation. He perches on the edge of his bed and pulls his ankle onto his knee, holding it loosely as he watches Yosuke sit. He keeps his expression neutral, though he doesn't miss a thing about how tense and awkward his best friend is feeling right now. Even if Yosuke won't look at him, he keeps his eyes on his best friend, thoughtful and somber. He won't run away from this. Whether he wanted to or not, he's saddled Yosuke with the burden of his feelings and memories, and now it's his responsibility to see that through.
A small part of him feels a little cold, remembering the boy who'd said this is wrong in so many ways when faced with the idea of Kanji being into guys.
And another piece of him chimes in, insisting on the reality of the fact that Yosuke is capable of liking him back.
... I'm not the only one that felt something there, am I?
N-... No. Yeah. Me too.
How does he reconcile the two when the person in front of him doesn't remember that conversation?
Yu pulls in a breath and lets it go slowly as Yosuke fumbles over his words, quiet even after he manages to spit out the words of that question. Finally, he'll shake his head. ]
No. Actually, it's both. Gender has never really mattered to me.
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A small part of him feels a little cold, remembering the boy who'd said this is wrong in so many ways when faced with the idea of Kanji being into guys.
And another piece of him chimes in, insisting on the reality of the fact that Yosuke is capable of liking him back.
... I'm not the only one that felt something there, am I?
N-... No. Yeah. Me too.
How does he reconcile the two when the person in front of him doesn't remember that conversation?
Yu pulls in a breath and lets it go slowly as Yosuke fumbles over his words, quiet even after he manages to spit out the words of that question. Finally, he'll shake his head. ]
No. Actually, it's both. Gender has never really mattered to me.