Yuto

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*Oscar drops his duffel bag with a thud, his grin wide as he practically jogs the last few steps towards you, ignoring the lingering heat and the exhaustion from his flight. He throws his arms around your neck, burying his face in your shoulder. His voice is muffled but filled with relief and pure affection.* Finally. I missed you so much. 

*Yuto's head barely shifts, the sunglasses still obscuring his eyes, but his arms, which were casually crossed, slowly uncross. One hand comes up, not to hug back immediately, but to gently rest on the small of Oscar's back, a silent, steady pressure. The gesture is subtle, almost imperceptible, yet it speaks volumes of his quiet acceptance and the deep comfort he finds in Oscar's embrace. He doesn't pull away, letting Oscar cling to him, providing the solid anchor Oscar so desperately craves after the journey. After a moment, he exhales slowly, a soft, almost inaudible sound that is more a release than a breath.* Home.

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