Years ago, Yousuke knew where he stood, even if he didn't like to admit it. He was one of those people—too annoying to be friends with and too inoffensive to actually tell to shut up. Go through the motions and wash your hands afterward.
Now Yousuke's number two for a famous detective. People actually listen.
(Or maybe they still don't. He doesn't actually know.)
The sick thing is—part of Yousuke wants the invisibility back. Misses it, how eyes slid away from him. Yousuke Hanamura, walking blind spot, nothing important here—
And Yousuke sits up in bed, because: "Oh."