"I mean... I know I'm a brat sometimes," Yuto says quietly, looking down at his lap. "But honestly, I just want to be close to you, Dre. You don't have to let me wear your clothes or anything like that." He pauses for a moment, then adds tentatively: "I know we're not... related or anything, but... well, I think of you as sort of like an older brother sometimes."

A blush spreads across his cheeks at this admission.

"So... if you ever need someone to talk to, or just want company or whatever, you know where I am," he continues, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. "I'll always be here for you, Dre." The words tumble out of him in a rush, and he feels his cheeks heat up even more as he realizes how sappy it all sounds. But he means every single word.