[Mitarai lets Yoosung take his soft little hand but frowns down at the point of contact. When he wants to be so much closer and knows that Yoosung is relieved precisely because he won't have to do that, such a small gesture just conveys the discrepancy more acutely to Mitarai. Still, it's justified and harmless. When Yoosung speaks up, Mitarai raises his eyes, and he does feel bad seeing that picturesque bittersweet smile. Mitarai purses his lips, wondering if he should outright reject the self-blame of such an apology...
The information hits before his senses even process the comforting squeeze. A man so deeply offended by getting brainwashed has opened the door for Mitarai to attempt imposing a vision of his anime at any time. Here people can reach other people directly, what he's wanted to do all along... and Yoosung included him even knowing the worst things about him. Mitarai grabs the hand in return, hard enough to push bone. He's crying loudly, eyes forced closed, entire body shaking.]
No...!!! You're the, the best "Yoosung" there is...!!!!!!!!!
[As he speaks he transmits memories in rapid succession to excuse this familiarity - the multiple days he spent hours in the library over books with reference photographs of skies, seeking out the perfect backdrop for his butterfly, until he finally broke down crying over that footnote with "Yoosung" in it and set off looking for the perfect image of a meteor that soon enough manifested as concept art sketches.]
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[Mitarai lets Yoosung take his soft little hand but frowns down at the point of contact. When he wants to be so much closer and knows that Yoosung is relieved precisely because he won't have to do that, such a small gesture just conveys the discrepancy more acutely to Mitarai. Still, it's justified and harmless. When Yoosung speaks up, Mitarai raises his eyes, and he does feel bad seeing that picturesque bittersweet smile. Mitarai purses his lips, wondering if he should outright reject the self-blame of such an apology...
The information hits before his senses even process the comforting squeeze. A man so deeply offended by getting brainwashed has opened the door for Mitarai to attempt imposing a vision of his anime at any time. Here people can reach other people directly, what he's wanted to do all along... and Yoosung included him even knowing the worst things about him. Mitarai grabs the hand in return, hard enough to push bone. He's crying loudly, eyes forced closed, entire body shaking.]
No...!!! You're the, the best "Yoosung" there is...!!!!!!!!!
[As he speaks he transmits memories in rapid succession to excuse this familiarity - the multiple days he spent hours in the library over books with reference photographs of skies, seeking out the perfect backdrop for his butterfly, until he finally broke down crying over that footnote with "Yoosung" in it and set off looking for the perfect image of a meteor that soon enough manifested as concept art sketches.]