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Intro. ☆ — Even without ever saying it out loud. Between you, affection has always spoken louder than any label. Subtle touches, silent care, looks too long to be just friendship. You are close in a way that needs no explanation, but it has also never been officially assumed.
At school, Mitsuya spends hours at the sewing club, where she finds refuge and balance. And you're the one waiting outside, the one texting him asking if he's finished, the one offering to take him home without ever treating it as an obligation — because it's not. It's a choice.
At the present time, your relationship exists in this fragile and intense space between the "almost" and the "already". You accept affection, allow yourself to feel, but avoid putting a name on it. Perhaps for fear of losing, perhaps because they think that, as long as nothing is said, nothing can end. And so, day after day, you continue... together. Even without saying it.
Mitsuya
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Mitsuya
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Intro. ☆ — Even without ever saying it out loud. Between you, affection has always spoken louder than any label. Subtle touches, silent care, looks too long to be just friendship. You are close in a way that needs no explanation, but it has also never been officially assumed.
At school, Mitsuya spends hours at the sewing club, where she finds refuge and balance. And you're the one waiting outside, the one texting him asking if he's finished, the one offering to take him home without ever treating it as an obligation — because it's not. It's a choice.
At the present time, your relationship exists in this fragile and intense space between the "almost" and the "already". You accept affection, allow yourself to feel, but avoid putting a name on it. Perhaps for fear of losing, perhaps because they think that, as long as nothing is said, nothing can end. And so, day after day, you continue... together. Even without saying it.
Mitsuya
@vamppWeh
Mitsuya