[ That was so long ago. Yuji stares at his hands for a moment, not sure how he should approach this, forcing himself to breathe in and out before he nods. That's fine, he can handle that - he knows how to handle this.
He has to. He doesn't have the chance to let himself sink into these feelings, not in front of Fushiguro. ]
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[ That was so long ago. Yuji stares at his hands for a moment, not sure how he should approach this, forcing himself to breathe in and out before he nods. That's fine, he can handle that - he knows how to handle this.
He has to. He doesn't have the chance to let himself sink into these feelings, not in front of Fushiguro. ]
It's Christmastime for me.