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Yuki was fine.
Totally fine, why wouldn’t he be fine? His first and only girlfriend just broke up with him, his best friend lives miles away in a dojo preoccupied with her pregnancy, and the guy he may or may not be in love with (he still hasn’t decided) has dropped off the face of the Earth.
Like he said, fine.
He wasn’t overly upset about Machi leaving, she said she had developed feelings for a girl - who he assumed was Kimi, they really weren’t that slick - and that she didn’t feel attracted to him anymore. If he were being honest, he hadn’t been attracted to Machi for a long time, he’d just been tricking himself into keeping up the facade to ignore the real problem.
Which brings us to Manabe Kakeru. Yuki missed him, like really missed him. As soon as Machi and Yuki began officially dating he had gotten distant to the point he didn’t know if he was even in Japan. Yuki missed his big, goofy smile. And how he’d made him feel like all the stars in the sky were hung just for Yuki, and his stupid, cute ass sense of humor that made him fall more and more in love each time he teased him or told a particularly bad joke.
But most of all Yuki missed the Kakeru who was there for him, who listened, who looked at him with that soft smile that gave him a rush of nerves when it was directed at him.
Kakeru was gone now though, and there wasn’t any way to contact him. He always had Machi, they were still close despite the breakup, but it felt off to go to her for this. Like it was too quick, for what, he didn’t know. So he had to simply wait. He laid on his bed staring at his pictures of Kakeru that he INSISTED they take on graduation day, because “it’s our last time being all together, Yun-Yun! Don’t you feel at least a bit sentimental for the School Defense Force?”
He had. More than Kakeru would ever know. He had to wait, pining day after day for it to be time. For Manabe to burst through his tiny dorm doors spitting out some excuse about his phone being dropped in a lake and being unable to tell Machi for months on end, before giving Yuki a big hug and never letting go.
One day, it came.
His phone rang with an unidentified number, he almost hung up before that huge silly hope rose in his chest, making him take the call.
“Hello?” His voice trembled.
“Yun-yun.” A sigh of relief was let out on the other end, mimicked by Yuki’s own,
“Do you know how much I miss you?” Yuki whispered, and Kakeru’s stomach filled with butterflies, all was well.