#yuhei

nrc confessions board where theres this online space you can anonymously post confessions into

one day someone posts like "to that one magicless student in 1-A, you're kinda cute i like you/have a crush on u" or something

then everyone except yuu sees that starts freaking out

a bunch of ppl trying to find out who this mf is (its a mob/npc)

and at one point ace comments "STAY AWAY FROM THEM GET A JOB"

the poor guy probably gets doxxed at one point. it got so out of hand that they had to close the confessions board lmao

as for how my yuu reacts to this:

yuhei doesn't look at the confessions that much so he wont know until someone tells him about it like "hey did you see the confessions? someone was talking about you" then when yuhei sees it he would just brush it off lmao

he DOES notice ace's "STAY AWAY FROM HIM GET A JOB" comment tho

he would tease ace about it for sure but its more like "bro why are you getting so heated over this?"

Yuhei had grown up with a scrap of fear. He didn’t know where it came from, but it was a part of him. Nerves that could get overwhelming in large places, crowded places, unfamiliar places.

He’d held those nerves at bay grasping on to something. A few of Shio’s fingers when his hands were too small to grasp hers in full. Or he’d wrap a hand around the leather strap that held her quiver in place. Knot his fingers into the skirt of her robe. She’d made him feel safe, and that security was echoed in the feeling of fabric gathered in his hands.

He remembers as a child sitting in the lap of the man responsible for his health – he hadn’t even known the man’s name back then, but he’d settled into his lap comfortably, hand knotted into the fabric at his chest as he listened to the stories the man told him in the soft, warm voice of someone who had children of his own.

As he’d grown his grip had been refined. He’d been taught not to clutch everything quite so tightly, to loosen his grip or strengthen it as his craft required. He’d learned to have controlled, steady hands.

Hands that had gripped Shio’s arm before she went to battle, to hold her there for just a moment more before she left to the field, to fight the battle she’d come here to fight.

He’d grown up clinging to her desperately. But the last time he saw her, he’d released that grip of his own free will.