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[Alright, alright. Break afforded. Yu leaves it alone...at least for now. (He tucks it away in his mind for use at some other dumb time.)

He pauses at the implications of that, though. Not everyone has to have a label...that's sort of where he feels most comfortable anyway, at least for right now. Labels get messy and complicated; this is simpler, and so...maybe it'll be easier for them both to figure out as time goes on. Something about that...he's really grateful for it.

... It's hard to say what inspires it, but Yu leans forward, puts a hand on the back of Yosuke's neck to hold him steady so he can press their foreheads together. Maybe it's just a quick way to eye contact, but-- it felt right, anyway.]

You are. To me, you are.

[The very first friend he made in Inaba. His very best friend. And-- yeah, yeah. His person.]

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[Yosuke's feelings are still all over the place, and all of it is good. the best possible solution to the situation he's in, having someone reciprocate his care for them. it's something he'd tried to run away from after he met Yu, a longing and knowing that he might like the other boy like that as they spent more and more time together. he'd settled on at home on an intense, platonic love, but here it'd grown into something different. it was accidental, really. a brief conversation over text, a few months of denial/acceptance/denial and finally, they're here. in the floor, naked, but here.

and he's so incredibly happy.

he's so overcome that the only thing he can do now is press his lips against Yu's now, hard and intense. there's no other words he can really say at the moment, because this sort of thing... he just can't translate them.]