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Yosuke
I got your letter. I read it three times on the way to school then kept it tucked inside my inner pocket all day. Thank you for reaching out.
First— thank you for saying it. For not hiding. You were brave, and I don’t think I told you that enough before I left.
The city is exactly as loud and crowded and ridiculous as I remember; it somehow makes me miss Inaba more than I thought it would. People push past me on the sidewalk and I find myself waiting for you to come around the corner to yell at them to apologize. I miss the way the air in Inaba felt like the whole town had time to breathe, and I miss you in it.
You mention that night in your letter— about the way I stayed, and about who you are when you drop the jokes. You saw me. I saw you too. I’ve been turning that over in my head a lot. I told you I felt… something. I kept it vague because I was scared of making promises I couldn’t keep within the distance between us. Keeping it… vague, felt like the only reasonable thing at the time. It wasn’t because I didn’t feel it. It was because I didn’t know how to make it make sense with the rest of my life.
You said you’re scared. I hear that, and I want you to know I’m scared in my own quiet way, too. I’m scared of the shape this could take, of the hurt either of us could get.
So: I’m not going to write you a neat plan or promise anything I can’t keep. I’m not going to say “let’s fix this tomorrow” like it’s that simple. But I will tell you exactly what I feel, because you asked for the truth: I miss you too. I have missed you since the second the train pulled away. I love the quiet of Inaba when it’s just us; I loved you before I knew that word would fit everything. I looked at you that night and I saw that the parts of you you think are ugly. To me, they’re just you. Beautiful you.
If you want to try, even if it’s slow, even if it’s messy and hesitant, I want to try too. I also don’t want this to become “almost” forever. If you’ll have me.
Keep being honest, even if it scares you. I’m here, forever.
Yu
The paper was soft at the folds now, creased from how many times he’d smoothed it open and shut. Yosuke sat on the edge of his bed, thumb tracing the clean, deliberate strokes of Yu’s handwriting, his heart hammering.
By the third read, the words blurred, the ink swimming.
If you’ll have me… like there was any doubt.
He pressed the heel of his hand against his mouth, a sound crawling up from somewhere low in his chest before he could stop it. All the weeks of silence, all the nights he’d stared at his phone until it hurt. And then this.
He folded the letter, careful, like it might break, and then he curled onto his side on the unmade bed, knees pulled up. He buried his face in the pillow and let the sobs shake out of him, ugly and wet.
The room around him stayed still. Outside, Inaba was quiet. But in his chest, where the ache had been sitting all this time, something shifted, like a window cracking open, letting in air.
Yosuke lay there for a long time after the tears quieted, the letter pressed flat against his chest. His phone was just out of reach on the nightstand, screen dark. He didn’t think. He just reached for his phone, thumb hovering over Yu’s name in his contacts.
The message came out in two words:
miss you.
He set the phone down, heart pounding, and waited. It was a miracle when the buzz came only a minute later.
Yu: I miss you too.
Yosuke swallowed, staring at the reply until the letters blurred. His thumbs moved before his brain caught up.
‘when can i see you?’
Yu: Golden Week?
‘you’ll come back?’
Yu: Yeah, it’d be nice to see everyone again :)
Yosuke turned onto his back, phone pressed against his chest, a grin breaking through the exhaustion and leftover tears. He texted back,
‘❤️’
Yu: ❤️
Yosuke tucked the letter under his pillow, phone in his hand, and let himself fall asleep smiling, knowing the days were already counting down.
-
The station platform buzzed with unusual noise, students heading to the city for the long weekend, but Yosuke barely noticed any of it. He kept shifting on his heels, tugging at his hoodie sleeve, eyes darting to the arriving train every thirty seconds.
“Should I run up to him?” Nanako’s voice piped up beside him, small hand gripping his.
Yosuke crouched to meet her eyes, ruffling her hair. “He’d be sad if you didn’t.”
The train hissed to a stop, and then, there he was: Yu, shouldering a familiar bag, scanning the crowd with that calm, unreadable face Yosuke knew too well. For a second, Yosuke froze. It felt like the air got knocked right out of him.
“Big bro!” Nanako squealed. She darted forward, arms wide, nearly tripping over her own shoes. Yu dropped his bag and caught her, lifting her up in a hug that made her giggle so hard it echoed against the station walls.
Yosuke stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to play it cool, but when Yu’s eyes found his, the corner of his mouth tugged up in the smallest, warmest smile.
By the time they left the platform, Nanako had claimed both their hands. Yosuke on her right, Yu on her left. The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the narrow road, Nanako swinging happily between them, their hands her anchors. She chattered without pause, about school, about a new show she liked, about how Junes had finally started stocking her favorite candy again.
Yu nodded along, listening with that calm patience that made her spill every little detail. Yosuke kept tossing in the occasional “no way” or “seriously?” just to keep her grinning. But underneath her words, the silence between him and Yu hummed like a taut string.
Every time their eyes met over the top of Nanako’s head, Yosuke felt his chest squeeze. It wasn’t awkward… just… charged, heavy with everything left unsaid on the platform. Yu’s steady gaze said enough. That he’d come back. That he was here.
Nanako skipped a step, looking up at Yu. “When you were gone, big bro, Yosuke was kind of like… my second brother.” She beamed, swinging their joined hands higher. “He made sure I wasn’t lonely. He took me out for ice cream!”
Yosuke flushed, ducking his head. “Hey, don’t make me sound cooler than I am…”
But Yu’s lips curved, the barest smile tugging at his mouth, and Yosuke swore his heart stuttered.
The three of them kept walking, Nanako still bubbling with stories. The houses of Inaba rose familiar around them, warm and unchanged, but Yosuke felt the weight of each step like it was carrying him somewhere new.
Yosuke wanted to reach across the space between them, wanted to say something, anything, but for now, Nanako’s laughter filled the air, and that was enough.
The front door of the Dojima residence barely clicked shut behind them before the voices rose around them.
“Senpai!” Rise was the first to dart forward, nearly bowling Yu over with a hug. Chie wasn’t far behind, clapping him on the back hard enough to make Nanako giggle. Yukiko followed with her quiet smile, then Kanji with his booming laugh, even Naoto with a rare softness in her tone. Dojima hand sat warm on Yu’s shoulder, Nanako tugging at his sleeve like she never wanted to let go again.
Yosuke hung back, leaning against the wall, grinning like he was just another piece of the noise. He clapped at the right moments, cracked a joke when Rise’s hug nearly crushed Yu, let himself blend into the current of greetings.
But every time Yu’s calm voice answered someone else’s question, every time another hand rested on his shoulder or another laugh broke from his lips, Yosuke felt something twist under his ribs.
Stupid. You knew everyone missed him. Of course they did.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. Jealousy was ugly, he knew that. He had no right to it. And yet, he wanted Yu’s eyes on him, just once, the way they had been on the walk from the station. He wanted to pull him aside, find the quiet, and ask if the letter and the texts were still real now that they were here, surrounded by everyone else who loved him too.
Yu’s gaze flicked across the room then, just for a heartbeat, and landed on him. The corner of his mouth lifted, subtle, like a secret. Yosuke’s breath caught.
And then Chie was dragging Yu toward the kitchen, shouting about food, and the moment was gone.
Yosuke swallowed, plastered on his grin again, and told himself he could wait. Just a little longer.
The living room was a low, cozy chaos with dishes spread across the table, laughter bouncing off the walls. The girls offered to cook beforehand, and Yosuke countered and brought over pre-made food from Junes.
Rise plopped herself right next to Naoto, leaning in too close when she reached for the snacks. Naoto pretended to scold her for blocking her view, but didn’t move an inch away. Yosuke caught the little glance Naoto gave Rise when she thought no one was looking, and the way Rise’s grin softened just for Naoto.
On the other side, Chie had claimed the spot at Yukiko’s side, their shoulders pressed together as they argued over which dish they should recreate together. Yukiko’s laugh came easier than usual, head tilted just enough toward Chie that it didn’t feel like an accident.
Yosuke tried to act like he wasn’t noticing all this, stuffing his mouth with chips, but it only made the hollow spot in his chest more obvious. He risked a glance toward Yu.
Yu was in the middle of it all, fielding questions about Tokyo, school, food, the trains, with his usual calm. He passed Nanako a juice without her asking, listened to Kanji’s explanation of his latest sewing project like it was the most important news in the room.
Yosuke kept quiet, throwing in a sarcastic comment here and there to keep the mood light, to maintain the façade of Yosuke Hanamura. Nobody noticed the way he leaned back against the wall, watching Yu more than he meant to.
At one point, Yu caught his gaze across the table. Just a flicker, a small curve of his lips before Rise tugged him back into conversation. But it was enough to send Yosuke’s pulse racing, enough to remind him that their moment hadn’t disappeared in the noise.
The others filled the evening with stories and teasing, their easy closeness painting the room with warmth. Yosuke let himself sink into it, even if a part of him ached.
Because somewhere in the middle of everyone else’s laughter, Yu’s eyes kept finding his.
Nanako’s head lolled against Yu’s shoulder, her eyes blinking slower with every passing minute. Yukiko noticed first, gently suggesting it was past her bedtime. Dojima stood from his seat with a small smile, thanking everyone for coming, and the goodbyes rippled through the room.
Rise tugged Naoto’s hand as they gathered their things; Chie helped Yukiko with the dishes before they slipped out together. Kanji waved with both hands, promising to bring his new project by next time. The house gradually quieted, laughter fading into the cool spring night.
Yu stayed seated until Nanako was settled in her room, her small voice murmuring a soft goodnight, big bro before she drifted off. When he returned to the entryway, Yosuke was waiting, hands shoved in his pockets, shoes already on.
“Walk?” Yosuke asked, trying to sound casual.
Yu nodded, and together they stepped into the quiet streets. The night air was crisp, the scent of rain still clinging faintly to the asphalt. They didn’t talk at first. Their footsteps fell into rhythm, the familiar silence stretching between them.
By the time they reached the riverbank, the world felt still. The water shimmered under the pale light, carrying with it the sound of everything unspoken. Yosuke shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket, stealing a glance at Yu beside him.
This was the moment.
The two of them stood side by side, watching the current ripple under the moonlight. For a while, only the sound of water filled the space between them. Yosuke shifted his weight, the gravel crunching under his shoe.
“So…” He exhaled, the word coming out shaky. “You made it back. And, uh… I guess this is the part where we actually talk, huh?”
Yu glanced at him, unreadable as always, but his voice was calm. “That’s why I came.”
Yosuke laughed under his breath, sharp and nervous. “Right. Of course you did.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t even know where to start. That letter I wrote, it was a mess, wasn’t it?”
“It wasn’t,” Yu said simply. “It was honest.”
That stopped Yosuke cold. He shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket, heart hammering. “…I’m still scared, you know. Of what this means. Of screwing it up. Of people looking at me differently. But I meant it. All of it.”
Yu let the silence stretch a moment before speaking. “I know. That’s why I answered.” His gaze stayed on the river, but his hand shifted just slightly at his side. Close enough for Yosuke to notice.
Yosuke’s throat felt tight. “So what are we, then? Friends who… almost? Or…?”
Yu finally looked at him, steady and direct. “I don’t want almost.”
The words hung in the cool night air. Yosuke blinked hard, chest squeezing. “You’re serious.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
For a moment, Yosuke thought he might break right there— laugh, cry, something. Instead, he let out a shaky chuckle. “…You’re the worst, man. Making it sound so easy.”
Yu’s mouth curved just slightly. “Not easy. Just… worth it.”
The quiet between them shifted again, lighter now, charged but no longer suffocating. Yosuke let himself breathe, let himself edge a little closer, their shoulders brushing in the dark.
Yosuke dragged a hand through his hair, eyes fixed on the river. “Okay, so… if we’re not ‘almost,’ then what are we? Because I don’t… I don’t have a map for this, dude. I’ve been trying to figure it out, and it’s like— everything I think I know about myself gets scrambled when it comes to you.”
Yu was quiet for a long moment, his breath even in the cool air. “We don’t need a map. We just need to decide if we want to walk the same way.”
Yosuke barked a nervous laugh. “You make it sound like some philosophical crap. But I get it.” He kicked at a loose stone near his shoe, sending it skittering down toward the water. “I do want that. To walk with you. But I don’t even know if I can call it—” He stopped, the word catching in his throat.
“Love?” Yu asked, voice soft.
Yosuke flinched like he’d been caught, cheeks hot. “…Yeah. That. I don’t know if I’m allowed to. If I’m ready to. If I even deserve to.”
“We don’t have to name it tonight,” Yu said. His gaze stayed steady, calm. “It doesn’t disappear if we don’t label it right away. We can just say what it is: we care about each other. We miss each other. And we want to try.”
Yosuke’s throat tightened, but he forced himself to meet Yu’s eyes. “You really think that’s enough? Just… trying?”
“It’s more than enough,” Yu answered. “It’s more than most people ever do.”
The words sank into Yosuke like warmth against the chill. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, grinning despite the sting. “Damn it, man. Why do you always have to be so sure?”
“I’m not always sure,” Yu said. “But I’m sure about this.”
Yosuke let out a shaky breath, shoulders loosening for the first time all night. “…Alright. Then let’s try. No promises we won’t screw up, but… let’s try.”
The river carried the words away, but the silence that followed didn’t feel empty anymore.
The air between them had finally thinned, the words laid bare, hearts still pounding from the weight of admitting what they were trying to be. Yosuke’s chest ached, fingers curled into his hoodie pocket as he stared at Yu, unsure if he was allowed to move closer.
Yu’s hand lifted, brushing lightly against Yosuke’s cheek before tilting his head. “Can I?” he asked, voice low, tentative but certain.
Yosuke’s throat went dry. “…Yeah,” he breathed, barely audible.
Yu’s lips pressed to his, soft at first, testing, and Yosuke’s hands found Yu’s shoulders before he realized it. The world narrowed until there was only the heat of Yu, only the quiet rush of everything they hadn’t said but both had known all along. Yosuke leaned in fully, matching Yu, letting himself melt into it, letting it be everything he’d been holding back.
When they finally pulled apart, the night air felt sharp against his flushed face. Yosuke staggered back a step, blinking, trying to process, hands flailing for a second before he shoved them into his pockets again.
“Holy shit, dude,” he managed, voice hoarse, a grin breaking through the adrenaline and awe. “That… that was…”
Yu only smiled, calm and steady, and reached out to tuck a stray lock of Yosuke’s hair behind his ear. “Yeah,” he said simply. “That was us.”
Yosuke laughed shakily, shaking his head. “We’re… really doing this, huh? Like… officially? Kind of?”
Yu tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “We’ll figure it out.”
They sat down on the slope of the riverbank, gravel crunching under them, the current whispering in the dark. Yosuke’s heart was still hammering out of his chest, his mind a blur of holy shit, holy shit, but then Yu turned toward him, calm, steady, lips curved just slightly, like none of this was strange at all.
Yosuke barked a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe we just—”
Yu leaned in again, and the rest of the sentence vanished into another kiss.
It was slower this time, deeper, and Yosuke melted right into it, hands gripping the fabric of Yu’s jacket like he was scared to let go. When they broke apart, he gasped, wide-eyed, then laughed again. “Dude, you can’t just keep shutting me up like—”
Yu kissed him again.
Yosuke made a muffled sound into his mouth, half protest, half giddy disbelief, then gave in, kissing back hard. He pulled away only to mutter, breathless, “You’re unreal, dude,” before leaning right back in.
Minutes blurred together— quick kisses, lingering ones, Yosuke grinning so hard his teeth knocked clumsily against Yu’s once, both of them laughing into it. Every time Yu’s hand found his jaw, his chin, his hair, Yosuke leaned closer, hungry for more, dizzy with the realization that it wasn’t forbidden anymore. That it was allowed.
At some point, he flopped back against the grass, staring up at the stars, Yu’s shoulder pressed warm against his. “Man… if I’d known we could actually do this, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time freaking out.”
Yu’s fingers brushed against his, quiet, grounding. “We have time now.”
Yosuke turned his head, grinning, and tugged him down for one more kiss, softer this time, almost reverent. The river kept rushing beside them, carrying away the silence that used to scare him.
The walk back through Inaba was quieter than before. The spring air carried the faint scent of damp earth, and the only sounds were the crunch of gravel underfoot and Yosuke’s occasional snort of laughter when he remembered how many times Yu had kissed him at the river.
By the time they reached the Dojima residence, the windows glowed faintly from within, the rest of the town already long asleep. Yosuke lingered at the doorstep, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Guess I should, uh… head home…”
Yu didn’t say anything, just looked at him with that steady calm, and somehow Yosuke found himself inside again.
They ended up on the futon. Yosuke sprawled against Yu, head sinking onto his shoulder, mumbling something half-formed about how the futon was lumpy but Yu was warm enough to make up for it.
Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his whole body slack against Yu’s side. His hand, curled loosely near Yu’s chest, twitched once as if he was still reaching for him even in sleep.
Yu stayed still, steady, letting the weight of Yosuke press into him. He glanced down at the messy hair tucked under his chin, the faint traces of dried riverbank grass clinging to Yosuke’s hoodie, and allowed himself the smallest smile.
Outside, the night settled into silence. Inside, Yosuke’s quiet breaths filled the space. Yu knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.