[ There's always that little clawing of anxiety at the back of Minato's mind when he comes across people he's supposed to know. What did they think of him? How much have they changed? Maybe it would be easier if he pretends to be a stranger. There's no hiding without drawing suspicion, though, especially when he's being stared at so intently that Minato's eyes find the ground instead of Chiaki's eyes.
When he was little, getting him to meet somebody's eyes was a feat after years of effort, and all of the sudden he feels six again, shy and unsure and wanting to go home and throw the blankets over his head.
But he's not six. He's older now, and stronger for it, and he forces himself to lift his gaze again, letting it settle somewhere off the side of Chiaki's temple. ]
Arisato. ...From elementary.
[ He had no big reveal planned. A name, a time, a place; if Chiaki remembered him, that's all he would need; if not, Minato would be more than happy to start over as strangers, make that effort to get back to where they were. ]
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When he was little, getting him to meet somebody's eyes was a feat after years of effort, and all of the sudden he feels six again, shy and unsure and wanting to go home and throw the blankets over his head.
But he's not six. He's older now, and stronger for it, and he forces himself to lift his gaze again, letting it settle somewhere off the side of Chiaki's temple. ]
Arisato. ...From elementary.
[ He had no big reveal planned. A name, a time, a place; if Chiaki remembered him, that's all he would need; if not, Minato would be more than happy to start over as strangers, make that effort to get back to where they were. ]