[Minato has been feeling troubled too after finding the mask attached to his face waking up one morning, every now and then losing himself in watching the blood drip more and more with each passing day. Drip, drip, drip... It reminds him of the blood he always sees during the Dark Hour, both real and not real in how the mask remains smooth to the touch, clean in spite of its stains.
He's unemotional and silent as Yu pulls him in, instinctively able to sense the other's exhaustion and need before Yu presses his forehead against his. Minato might not know the full extent of why his friend is feeling this way and why he hasn't gone to his other friends for support, but in the end the reason isn't as important as the reality of the situation and he rests his forehead on Yu's as well, awkwardly placing his hands around the other's shoulders in what looks like a hug.]
... [That being said he's never quite been able to handle overwhelming emotions and he shies away from talking, not knowing what to say.]
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He's unemotional and silent as Yu pulls him in, instinctively able to sense the other's exhaustion and need before Yu presses his forehead against his. Minato might not know the full extent of why his friend is feeling this way and why he hasn't gone to his other friends for support, but in the end the reason isn't as important as the reality of the situation and he rests his forehead on Yu's as well, awkwardly placing his hands around the other's shoulders in what looks like a hug.]
... [That being said he's never quite been able to handle overwhelming emotions and he shies away from talking, not knowing what to say.]