[It's such a strange feeling, hearing someone say that to him. Stranger still is how Raidou's internal reaction isn't to shy away, or argue that he can take care of himself. Because it's coming from Yuji, the one person from whom it's welcome. He's had to take care of himself, always.
Hearing it said to him, no matter how often Yuji might say it, causes that feeling like butterflies in his chest. Every time.]
Me too. So much. No one--
[No one's ever cared for him so much. Nor has he ever cared for anyone so strongly. He wasn't sure he ever could. But saying that out loud, close as he got to it, sounds so... sad. Pathetic. It's not true anymore, not while holding this boy in his arms, kissing him so sweetly, so why bother saying it?]
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Hearing it said to him, no matter how often Yuji might say it, causes that feeling like butterflies in his chest. Every time.]
Me too. So much. No one--
[No one's ever cared for him so much. Nor has he ever cared for anyone so strongly. He wasn't sure he ever could. But saying that out loud, close as he got to it, sounds so... sad. Pathetic. It's not true anymore, not while holding this boy in his arms, kissing him so sweetly, so why bother saying it?]
I'll always be here for you. No matter what.