[ It's too much. It's all too much to hear this. That Minato was happy, that Minato loved him?, that Minato was just as scared of being left behind...
Yu doesn't say anything. Yu doesn't say anything at all. He just stares at Minato's back, eyes flared wide under a tightly knit brow, offended and furious and wounded and bleeding internally from all the fissures in his heart.
What does this matter?
What does any of this matter?
Couldn't they have figured this out together? Fought for a future, or their own present, together? They could have done anything if Minato had just let Yu walk beside him. Trusted him, shared with him, actually listened to anything he really wanted. He feels steamrolled. Ignored.
And a little abandoned.
Yu lets Minato go. He waits till the other is far out of range of hearing to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes and swear softly under his breath in Japanese, the sound of it strangled with tears. Then he pivots on his heel and walks away in the opposite direction, shaking his head out like a dog, no longer able to ignore the burning in his chest. ]
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Yu doesn't say anything. Yu doesn't say anything at all. He just stares at Minato's back, eyes flared wide under a tightly knit brow, offended and furious and wounded and bleeding internally from all the fissures in his heart.
What does this matter?
What does any of this matter?
Couldn't they have figured this out together? Fought for a future, or their own present, together? They could have done anything if Minato had just let Yu walk beside him. Trusted him, shared with him, actually listened to anything he really wanted. He feels steamrolled. Ignored.
And a little abandoned.
Yu lets Minato go. He waits till the other is far out of range of hearing to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes and swear softly under his breath in Japanese, the sound of it strangled with tears. Then he pivots on his heel and walks away in the opposite direction, shaking his head out like a dog, no longer able to ignore the burning in his chest. ]