[ That smile - the soft one, the one that makes Yosuke's eyes new shapes Yu had never seen before in all his time of knowing his best friend - is something he wants to kiss off his partner's face. It's a new impulse that makes something in his stomach jolt, and one he has to actively fight down after his pulse kicks up a few notches. It's hard not to picture, the way Yosuke's face would turn red or the way his expression would crinkle with indignation and outrage and embarrassment before he decided he was alright with it, and tilted his head just enough for his lips to fit perfectly beneath and respond to Yu's own, their mouths moving together for just a breath of time... ]
What?
[ Oh. What? Oh. Yosuke was talking. Help. ]
Right. Yeah. It's been almost four months now. [ But Yosuke playing it off as minor makes him sigh and smile a little. That's his partner, making the best of a tough situation. He nods. ]
Sounds like a plan. Come on. I'm ready if you are. [ He's done eating, after all. ]
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What?
[ Oh. What? Oh. Yosuke was talking. Help. ]
Right. Yeah. It's been almost four months now. [ But Yosuke playing it off as minor makes him sigh and smile a little. That's his partner, making the best of a tough situation. He nods. ]
Sounds like a plan. Come on. I'm ready if you are. [ He's done eating, after all. ]