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He loves you, that much is something any fool could understand, he loves you just like how the flowers love the sunlight and rain, he loves you loves like how the bees love honey, he loves you like an alcoholic who has a nice bourbon with him. He loves you just as the stars love their night sky and he misses you just as much when the stars are left to kiss the early morning light goodbye as the sun begins to rise, he misses you like how the moon misses the late sunset, and although he may be awkward and quiet and sometimes albeit weird, he knows he loves you all the same.
And you love him, you’ve loved him since the trio days of Rika, him, and you, and yet although through all of those years, you’ve never been able to confess your feelings, Maki calls it you being a “fucking wimp”, but it runs deeper than that, you were there during the fight with him and Geto, although you were nearly unconscious you could hear Yuuta tell Geto how his love with Rika was pure, how he would give his life up for her, would he do that for you? Does he love you as well? Your mind can only wonder.
“Maki pleasee this is not necessary!” pleads of embarrassment flood from your lips," No, he’s leaving for Africa soon and if you don’t tell him now then you never will! Plus what if he finds someone else while he’s away? Do you want to live with that feeling of knowing you could’ve changed that and had him for yourself?” And although everything she said is true you can’t help but twist her words into “Are you calling me coward Maki?” you stop your tantrum and look at her.
“If the shoe fits wear it,” she shrugs her shoulders in response, “Okay okay, fine, when does he leave?” Maki was right, you hiding your feelings won’t make them go away, they only grow more into a plethora of emotions.
“Probably in his room making sure he has everything, or saying his goodbyes; you know how he is,” Maki suggests, “Alright, wish me luck!” you beam with a sudden wave of confidence, “If he says no I’ll beat him up for you,” she grins wide and in turn, you chuckle and runoff.
Golden twilight cast upon the dormitory of the future jujutsu sorcerors, “Yuuta?!” you called out while running closer to the dorms, “Yuuta?!” you ran face first busting the door wide open.
“Yuuta?” you spoke out once more but your voice was much quieter than the maniac yelling a few seconds prior.
Wandering around the halls you came to a stop at his designated room, the door was slightly ajar. “Yuuta?” you peeked inside and saw him bustling around the small room.
A busied “come in” greeted you, “Hi Yuuta,” you took a step inside and leaned against the wall, preferring to stay a few steps away and out of his way, “Hey y/n,” he smiled at you while stuffing a few shirts in his suitcase, “So, you ready for Africa?” you inquired, “Yeah, I wanna ready to see how I can improve, and also be able to strengthen and use Rika how I want.” he now had his left hand clutching the ring that he tied around his neck and his right resting on the side of the suitcase.
“Yeah, I think it’d be good for you as well, y’know being able to strengthen yourself and find yourself better.” you now look at the ground solemnly, “Hey Yuuta?” now meeting his gaze from across the room, “Yeah?” you take a deep breath, “Can I tell you something?” you nearly whisper. “Sure, what is it?” You close in on the space between you both, “I uh, um,” you can already begin to feel the clamminess welcoming itself on your palms.
“You?....” he trails on where you left off, “I’velikedyouforareallylongtimenowandIneverhadthegutstotellyoubeforebecauseIfeltasifitwerewrongtorikabecauseshe’salsolovedyoubutbasicallyiminlovewithyou!” you huff out, “You…like..me?” he questions, “Yeah, for a while now..”.
You hear him take a deep breath, “I’m sorry Yuuta I shouldn’t have said anything, especially with you so excited about Africa, just pretend I never said anything.” you quip.
Upon your astonishment, you feel the warmth of his body close in on yours, “Yuuta?-” Before you can question his actions you feel soft lips press against yours, “I’m so glad, I was planning on waiting until I came back and was a better version of myself for me to confess but knowing you feel this way I can’t just sit here about it.”
“So you feel the same?” you inquire while cupping his face in warm hands, his forehead touching yours, “I have for a while I just, I didn’t know when the right time would be, I’m sorry,” he breathes out as his lips ghost against yours again.
“Don’t be,” you officially close the even smaller distance and are greeted with warm arms wrapping around your sides and soft lips pressing against yours.