madimpossibledreamer

( accepting the self )

        “Wait.  Yosuke.”
        “Yes?”  He looks slightly nervous.  He usually does around you, but that amount is new, probably having to do with your tone.
        “Do you—” argh, how do you even finish this question— “like our mysterious transfer student?”
        Yosuke likes to bounce a little on the balls of his feet when he’s nervous.  He’s doing that now.  “Um.”
        You’re happy he’s moved on, but a little sad too.  It wouldn’t be fair to him if he was still hung up on you, but at least you don’t completely miss him acting like a precious little puppy around you (he still does, evidently, considering he probably didn’t realize his feelings midconversation here) and he hasn’t kicked you out of his life.
        “If he turns out to be the murderer or otherwise breaks your heart, I’ll ask Chie to galactic punt him into the sun.  They’ll never find the body,” you tell him, and he blushes scarlet.
        “Thanks,” he mumbles, trying to melt into the floor, and you laugh and pat his head.  He ducks and grumbles but he’s grinning.

( to be fair there's a lot on his mind )