Yuta loved you. He really did. But some of the things you did really worried him.

He knew you loved him just as much as he loved you—it was obvious in the way you treated him. However, the thing that bothered him was the way you treated everyone else— cold, rude, and distant. Especially to those who he shared a bond with. As if their existence was a stain on your relationship with him. He never said anything about it, not when you completely ignored Maki when she called for you, not when you bailed on Inumaki during a mission, and not even when you made a rude comment towards Panda. Not a single confrontation, simply because you never took it too far. But regardless of that, you still didn't respect his friends. And he wasn't too sure on how to feel about that. Yet he couldn't find the strength to talk it out with you. You were just a little bit odd like that. And more often that not— a bit impulsive as well.

the sound of his dorm door unlocking had his eyes flickering to the source of the sound, his gaze fixed on the way the knob had rattled slightly before it was turned. Yuta was sitting on the edge of his bed, having spent the past few minutes with his thoughts scattered everywhere. And he had a pretty good idea on who it was that unlocked his door. He didn't have to guess— not when you entered his dorm room, taking off your shoes and placing them to the side of the hallway, your face as clear as day as your expression softened at the sight of him.

"...How was your mission?" he asked, a polite smile on his face as he tilted his head. You didn't seem disheveled or injured in any way. That was good. He'd hate having to see you in any other state other than the state you were in right now.