[ Yosuke knows him perfectly. Yu huffs a sigh through his nose at the tea, thinking it was exactly what he wanted, though he doesn't open it after they sit down. He rolls the cold can between both his hands before folding one leg up onto the bench as well, tucking his ankle under his other thigh.
Even the mention of Minato's name gets him to narrow his eyes. Yu braces the can of tea on his knee, staring hard at the ground. After a long, considering moment, all he says is: ]
He broke up with me.
[ There's an edge to his voice, a tension that lands somewhere between bitterness and anger. ]
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Even the mention of Minato's name gets him to narrow his eyes. Yu braces the can of tea on his knee, staring hard at the ground. After a long, considering moment, all he says is: ]
He broke up with me.
[ There's an edge to his voice, a tension that lands somewhere between bitterness and anger. ]