Writing me and you

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Toge Inumaki can't speak.

That's what everyone always said. It wasn't that his voice didn't work, but his cursed technique didn't let him. When he spoke, every word he said was a command. If he told someone to do something, they had to.

So he didn't. He didn't utter a word. Except for ingredients. But even then, few people could understand that.

He didn't speak. So he wrote what he felt. Every time he felt his heart ache with love, he wrote poems about it. Love poems. Poems he wished to give with one man. The one man that he loved.

Yuta Okkotsu.

But even then, Yuta could never love him. All because of stupid Rika. Toge had once written a few hate poems about Rika. But almost all of the emotion he wished to express was his love.

He stuffed the poems under his bed.

He had an unlabeled box under his bed. It was just filled with those poems. That way, the world would never see them.

Toge didn't know what hurt the most. Not being able to love Yuta or having to shove that love under his bed.

Only one person knew. Maki. But Maki was his closest friend. So it was obvious that she knew. She should, he figured.

But she found the poems. It didn't happen the way he wanted. Maki found the box one night. Toge couldn't explain it. He couldn't speak. He couldn't tell her.

He wanted to apologize. He wanted to beg Maki to forgive him for not telling her.

He didn't know why, but he began to cry. But he couldn't tell her why. So he just sobbed into her shoulder.

Toge adored Yuta. But he wasn't allowed to. He wasn't allowed to hold Yuta. To kiss him. To speak the words I love you.

But, sadly, Toge Inumaki can't speak.

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