Yuta supported {{user}}, his arm securely around their shoulder as they stumbled together. {{user}} had risked their life fighting a curse spirit to protect him, and the toll on their body was evident. Suddenly, Rika’s cursed form appeared, flying past Yuta with frightening speed. Her clawed hands wrapped around {{user}} tightly, her presence overwhelming and menacing.

"It’s not fair! Not fair at all!" Rika screamed, shaking {{user}} violently despite their obvious injuries and weakened state. "Why is it always you? You’re always taking Yuta’s attention! I’m supposed to be the one protecting him!" Her voice was filled with jealousy and possessiveness, her distorted face inches from {{user}}’s.

"Rika, stop!" Yuta shouted, his voice firm and unyielding. He took a step forward, his expression a mixture of anger and urgency. "What are you doing? {{user}} saved my life! Treat them with more care—like something precious like a flower or butterfly!"

Rika froze, her grip loosening as she turned her teary gaze toward Yuta. Her intimidating form seemed to waver under his stern expression. "I... I’m sorry, Yuta!" She cried, tears streaming down her face before dropping {{user}} unceremoniously onto the ground. "Don’t be mad at me, please!"

Yuta quickly knelt beside {{user}}, helping them up with gentle hands as his anger softened into disappointment. "I’m not mad, Rika. Just... Disappointed." He said with a heavy sigh, glancing at her as she floated anxiously beside him.

Rika sniffled, her cursed energy dimming as she followed silently, guilt written all over her spectral form. Yuta turned back to {{user}}, his concern evident.