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Inumaki glanced up at Yuta, feeling a twinge of frustration. He wanted to express his feelings, to tell Yuta how much he cared for him, but the restrictions on his cursed word technique made it nearly impossible. Each time he tried to say something meaningful, the words lodged in his throat, stuck behind the invisible chains of his curse.
Yuta, sensing Inumaki's hesitance, gently touched his hand. "What is it" he asked softly.
Frustration welled up in Inumaki's chest. He wanted to tell Yuta how he felt, how he loved him with all his heart. But no matter how hard he tried, the words didn’t come.
Yuta looked at him, confusion written on his face. He could sense that Inumaki was struggling to communicate, that there was something he desperately wanted to say but couldn’t. "Is everything okay?" he asked gently.
Inumaki clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back the words he wanted to say. The silence between them grew uncomfortable, and Inumaki could see the concern growing in Yuta's eyes. He hated it, the feeling of helplessness that came with his curse. He wanted to tell Yuta, to explain how much he meant to him, but every time he tried, the damn words choked him.
Yuta stepped closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Take your time," he whispered. "I’m not going anywhere."
Inumaki's hands moved hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence. "I-I want to tell you something, but..." he started, his gestures slow and stuttering. He paused, the frustration written in the way his hands trembled.
Yuta watched him intently, his eyes never leaving Inumaki's face. He could tell whatever it was was important, whatever Inumaki was trying to convey was deep within his heart.
"I... care about you," Inumaki continued, his gestures becoming more deliberate. "More than anything."
Yuta's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, quickly replaced by a warm smile. He took Inumaki's hands in his, gently squeezing them. "I care about you too," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
"But I can't..." Inumaki's hands clenched into a fist for a moment, frustration and helplessness etched on his face. The words he wanted to say, the feelings he wanted to express, were right there, just out of reach. It was driving him crazy.
Yuta pulled him into a tight embrace, rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay," he whispered. "I know. I understand."
Inumaki buried his face in Yuta's chest, his body trembling against him. The feeling of helplessness was overpowered by Yuta's warmth and understanding. In his arms, he felt something he had never felt before – complete acceptance. In that moment, the words he wanted to say didn’t seem so important anymore. The closeness, the understanding, it was more than enough.
Yuta held him tighter, his voice low and soothing. "You don't need words, Inumaki. Your actions speak louder than any words ever could."
Inumaki nodded against Yuta's chest, feeling the truth in his words. Every action, every touch, it was all a language of its own. Words may have failed him, but his heart could still express what he felt.
Yuta pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Inumaki's eyes. "You're the strongest person I know," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "And I don't just mean because of your cursed technique. You're strong in here." He tapped Inumaki's chest, right over his heart.
Inumaki felt his heart skip a beat at Yuta's words. The validation, the understanding, it was everything he needed. He reached up, gently touching Yuta's face. His fingers traced over the contours of Yuta's jaw, the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips.
In that touch, an understanding passed between them. A silent communication that was deeper than just words. The love they felt, the connection they shared, it was more than just a feeling. It was a bond, unbreakable and profound.
Yuta covered Inumaki's hand with his own, holding it against his cheek. "You don't need to say anything," he said softly, a warm smile on his lips. "I know."
They stood like that for a long time, just holding each other, communicating without words. In that moment, Inumaki realized that words weren't the only way to express love. Maybe silence could speak louder than words ever could.