[Of the many friends who have come to express their condolences, Yu is one of the few that she is willing to be completely open with. She doesn't have to hide her exhaustion or keep pasting on this smile that barely feels like a smile at all. No, with him, she doesn't have to hold back her grief in any capacity. Because Yu isn't like Freya, who bears the guilt of supposedly failing at her job; he isn't like Sora, who barely knew Ryoji but wants to comfort her all the same. Yu is like her and Noah-- intimately familiar with the warmth and comfort Ryoji brought into their lives where they had none before, and have become seemingly lost without it now.
They will bear this terrible loss and persevere. Minako will make sure of that. But for now, she lets herself have this: an embrace that she doesn't pull away from, a quiet voice that tells her he's still here. She weeps into his shirt without reservation.
Her eyes are as red as her hair when she pulls back, puffy and achingly swollen. But they are, as ever, watching him, making sure that Yu is taken care of as well. She is nodding before he even finishes asking, assuming it's a song he's composed for Ryoji.]
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They will bear this terrible loss and persevere. Minako will make sure of that. But for now, she lets herself have this: an embrace that she doesn't pull away from, a quiet voice that tells her he's still here. She weeps into his shirt without reservation.
Her eyes are as red as her hair when she pulls back, puffy and achingly swollen. But they are, as ever, watching him, making sure that Yu is taken care of as well. She is nodding before he even finishes asking, assuming it's a song he's composed for Ryoji.]
Of course, Yu-kun.