[ It's true that it's the alcohol that's lowered Mishima's defenses this much -- not any outward walls, because Yoosung already got past those and reached him a long time ago, but his defenses against some of the parts of himself that he's always tried (with varying degrees of success) to keep locked away. It's that subconscious gatekeeper that always made sure he added a disclaimer of "but not like that" to even his inner monologues whenever he thought of his appreciation for Kurusu, or, now, whenever he feels himself flush at Yoosung's kind words, or the warmth of his hand in his.
It's only now that the voice of his inhibitions has softened that he's able to express his affection purely like this, without thinking about the implications. And he's not thinking about it, really, or even where it might lead in the next second, until there's that moment of quiet where he can feel Yoosung's breath against his lips, and suddenly his heart is racing.
Oh. ]
O-oh... uh.
[ Mishima's eyes are wide, and he can feel the deep red heat in his face spreading to his ears, but... he doesn't pull back at all, even when Kunikida crosses his mind for a moment and he feels a strange pang of guilt (though he knows she'd probably only ever thought of him as a good friend anyway). She's still alive, unlike him, and given what it would mean for her if they were to meet again... he kinds of hopes she never has to see him again. That's... probably kind of how Yoosung is looking at it with his girlfriend too, right? Neither of them could wish this on someone they cared about.
What they have here is each other, and that's... really, really precious to him. So, if one of them closes this last bit of distance... it can't really be bad, can it?
I like you too is a line Mishima feels like he's spent most of his life wanting to hear, and now that it's there ringing in his ears, even if he doesn't quite know what to do with it, he doesn't want to let it go.
He swallows, vaguely taking notice of a small lump in his throat, and... smiles, anxious and hopeful all at once. ]
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It's only now that the voice of his inhibitions has softened that he's able to express his affection purely like this, without thinking about the implications. And he's not thinking about it, really, or even where it might lead in the next second, until there's that moment of quiet where he can feel Yoosung's breath against his lips, and suddenly his heart is racing.
Oh. ]
O-oh... uh.
[ Mishima's eyes are wide, and he can feel the deep red heat in his face spreading to his ears, but... he doesn't pull back at all, even when Kunikida crosses his mind for a moment and he feels a strange pang of guilt (though he knows she'd probably only ever thought of him as a good friend anyway). She's still alive, unlike him, and given what it would mean for her if they were to meet again... he kinds of hopes she never has to see him again. That's... probably kind of how Yoosung is looking at it with his girlfriend too, right? Neither of them could wish this on someone they cared about.
What they have here is each other, and that's... really, really precious to him. So, if one of them closes this last bit of distance... it can't really be bad, can it?
I like you too is a line Mishima feels like he's spent most of his life wanting to hear, and now that it's there ringing in his ears, even if he doesn't quite know what to do with it, he doesn't want to let it go.
He swallows, vaguely taking notice of a small lump in his throat, and... smiles, anxious and hopeful all at once. ]
Really?