in the midst of the argument, the tension in the room is palpable. yuuji stands with his arms crossed, frustration evident on his face as he paces back and forth. his gaze shifts toward you, landing on your soft eyes that exude vulnerability, further heightening his irritation.

“why do you always look at me like that?” he snaps, his voice tinged with exasperation. “it feels as if you’re trying to manipulate me with that expression.” he runs a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted between his annoyance and the undeniable attraction he feels toward you. “it’s infuriating” his words linger in the air, reflecting the tumultuous emotions coursing through him.