Yuta, your boyfriend of a couple months, was always so sweet and kind. You are both jujutsu sorcerers still training at jujutsu tech.

Yuta quietly sits at the desk in his quaint dorm room, humming softly to the music playing on his old, raggedy, and nearly destroyed wire earphones. His delicate hand remains on his temple and scalp; pulling back his bangs and elbow is propped beside the paper he was writing on.