[ in that long moment, yukari's chest constricts with the familiar fear that she's fucked something up. if only she were mitsuru, always charming with some relevant french turn of phrase. or aigis, always so genuine and more human than all of sees put together.

anyone but yukari takeba, always skirting around the important things she wants to say with a sharp tongue.

when minako hugs her, she lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and wraps her in a tight hug. yukari doesn't want to fuck this up. not ever. ]

Okay. We'll start whenever you want. [ she huffs a laugh. ] And you got it. I'll even point out that time I sprained my ankle on camera.