[ That voice brings him out of his thoughts. Yu glances down and finds his breath frozen in his chest at who he sees.
Minato.
He's real. He's real and he's right here.
Yu's very first impulse as Minato draws close is to push off the tree, to go to him and pull the other boy into his arms and not let go for a long time. To actually feel that reality, to feel his warmth and solidity, to remember the shape of Minato's shoulders and what his hair felt like against his cheek--
But he doesn't move. Though his chest swells with a ragged breath, he lets it out as a sigh and simply stands straight, not moving at all and letting Minato come to him.
His eyes are half-hooded with something hard to name. ]
Minato-san. [ Yu's voice is soft, but it's hushed because of the force of all the things he's feeling all at once. ]
... welcome back.
[ Words that had been said to him in a similar situation, what now feels like a long time ago. ]
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Minato.
He's real. He's real and he's right here.
Yu's very first impulse as Minato draws close is to push off the tree, to go to him and pull the other boy into his arms and not let go for a long time. To actually feel that reality, to feel his warmth and solidity, to remember the shape of Minato's shoulders and what his hair felt like against his cheek--
But he doesn't move. Though his chest swells with a ragged breath, he lets it out as a sigh and simply stands straight, not moving at all and letting Minato come to him.
His eyes are half-hooded with something hard to name. ]
Minato-san. [ Yu's voice is soft, but it's hushed because of the force of all the things he's feeling all at once. ]
... welcome back.
[ Words that had been said to him in a similar situation, what now feels like a long time ago. ]