[ The Yuji that answers the door isn’t the bright, enthusiastic teenager that Nanami might be used to. He looks tired, pale skin making his scars all the more obvious, his heart in his throat as he looks up at the man in front of him. It makes his face crumple a little, but he holds himself together enough to invite Nanami in without cracking.
He can’t let Fushiguro see yet, after all.
Once they’re inside, he stands awkwardly in the room. His bed is a mess, the duvet wrapped up in a way that suggests a blanket fort of some kind, and Yuji sniffles. ]
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He can’t let Fushiguro see yet, after all.
Once they’re inside, he stands awkwardly in the room. His bed is a mess, the duvet wrapped up in a way that suggests a blanket fort of some kind, and Yuji sniffles. ]
Hi, Nanamin.