thread dump, basara edition

[connike]

what year is this even

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[shadoudachi]

[Riled like this, Mitsunari continues to shout without thinking. He rises to his feet, ready to approach should the situation call for it.]

We may not move on from this! Explain to me, Yukimura, for I still do not understand why gazing upon my undressed form would garner such a reaction when we are both men?!

[He steps forward.] Do you find my body so offensive?!

[rekkaen]

[ H

If Yukimura could verbally keysmash, he'd be doing that right about now. ] N-no! Please believe me when I say that is not the case at all, Mitsunari-san!! Truthfully, it is the opposite, for I find you most attractive--

[rekkaen]

[ The textbook slips from Yukimura's grasp, falling with a heavy thud onto the floor beside his feet. His brain catches up with his mouth and the world around him comes screeching violently to a halt. And while he's finally able to meet Mitsunari's gaze, that lasts about a second, as he scrambles mentally for a response - something, anything - and only manages to come up with ]

-- AAAAAAAAHHHH!!

[ a loud scream, as he audibly slaps his hands over his face. Yukimura turns away from Mitsunari, facing the wall, and curls in on himself as though if he became tiny enough, he can vanish from this plane of existence entirely.

No matter who he asked for advice on the matter (Sasuke, Motochika, Keiji, even Masamune), their response was basically the same across the board. They told him that he's honest and earnest, and the best way forward was to not overthink and speak from the heart.

This probably isn't what any of them imagined (but maybe it is - they know how clumsy Yukimura can be). ] M-M-MITSUNARI-SAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!!! [ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ]