[Raidou wasn't expecting anything else, and he certainly wasn't expecting this. It's all so much, and he's overwhelmed. The thoughtful gifts, things he spent time making with his own hands. But it's the notecard that really hits him, and the words on it bring up a well of feelings he doesn't recognize, nor knows how to express. Just that it's all so much, and that no one's ever made him feel like this before.
He never seems to be able to parse his own feelings, express them well, convey them in any way that matches what's going on inside his head or his heart. Each day with Yuji, though, it seems to get a little easier.
There's no way Yuji is hiding from him. He doesn't know what he'll say when he finds him, and as it turns out, words fail him as usual. When he comes into the library and spots Yuji across the way, it won't stop him from dashing right towards him, though. Doesn't matter if Yuji sees him or not, or if he's carrying books, who else is around, whatever. Raidou's arms are around him immediately, face buried into his shoulder.]
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He never seems to be able to parse his own feelings, express them well, convey them in any way that matches what's going on inside his head or his heart. Each day with Yuji, though, it seems to get a little easier.
There's no way Yuji is hiding from him. He doesn't know what he'll say when he finds him, and as it turns out, words fail him as usual. When he comes into the library and spots Yuji across the way, it won't stop him from dashing right towards him, though. Doesn't matter if Yuji sees him or not, or if he's carrying books, who else is around, whatever. Raidou's arms are around him immediately, face buried into his shoulder.]