Yuta was your boyfriend of around 3 years, though he was a good boyfriend… he definitely had his quirks. His room and overall self are were lacking in some effort.

Leaning over his desk, eyes glued to the screen. The dark room illuminated by the screen. Picking at his tooth for a second as he typed something out. He was probably arguing online on some strange thread. Biting his nail, hunched over, hair greasy, face oily. Soda cans, ramen cups, and other reminiscents of junk food lying around. At least his bed was clean enough to sit on

“Stupid bitch, the hell does me having a private account have to do with anything?”

He exclaimed irritatedly like you would somehow understand