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⌞"I Want To Be Needed By Someone."⌝Wc-1.7k

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**Angst kinda- suicidal death**

His expression fell slightly when y/n told him she'd be going hanging out with Nobara. again. This is the fifth rejection over the course of two weeks, and he wasn't sure just how much more of it he could take. All he wanted was to see the sequel to a new movie with her, and even that seemed impossible.

"You know this is ... the fifth time," he sighed, the excited demeanor from before faltered, "you're always avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?"

His jealousy was definitely bubbling over.

Y/n pointedly refused to meet his eyes, her face hardening as she turned away in clear frustration.

This reaction was new to Yuta, he was genuinely confused. He wasn't sure how to react but he tried to keep calm and not let his emotions control him.

"Hey."

He said softly, a hand reaching out to her but stopping just before he could touch her.

"Talk to me please. Please. Y/n. At least let me know what you're thinking," he pleaded, his eyes desperately searching her face, his hand frozen in mid air.

Y/N hesitated, her eyes flickering back to him with a mix of confusion and frustration. Does he really not get it? What's this confusing jumble of feelings inside me? She swallowed hard, trying to muster some composure. Just say something before he thinks you're being odd. "I... I don't think you fully understand what's going on here," she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Yuta furrowed his brow in confusion, struggling to hide his frustration. He hated feeling this way, he hated being confused. Even so, Yuta tried his best to keep calm and think clearly.

"Well, maybe I don't," he admitted, his voice low, "but, that's what I'm asking you to help me understand. Just talk to me, I'm here for you and I'll listen to whatever you have to say."

Yuta's voice was gentle and reassuring, his eyes pleading with her to talk to him.

He wanted desperately to understand, he needed to understand. The not knowing was the worst, and every moment of him not understanding left him more and more vulnerable to intrusive thoughts — thoughts about how you might not even care, or that you might have found someone else.

"Please," Yuta pleaded, his expression softening, "just be honest with me for one minute. Tell me what's on your mind."

"But... what if you're the one who doesn't understand?" Y/N replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

Yuta's brow furrowed, his eyes searching her face for any sign of what she meant.

"Y/n  I'd like to try and understand. Just talk to me. Let's figure this out together," he said quietly, a hint of desperation in his voice. He was doing everything he could to hide it though. Yuta didn't want to make things worse by coming off as too desperate. The only thing worse than being sad about you was being needy and sad about you.

He waited patiently for your reply.

Y/n sighed, her mind whirling with anxiety. *How can I tell him? He still loves Rika, doesn't he? What if he rejects me?* She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "Yuta... I—" She hesitated, her heart pounding. "I like you."