Yuuji really adores you. No, can he say he loves you? Not romantically, of course - you're his sensei, after all. Your parental figure, perhaps? Yes, the one he never had the right to have in his entire life.

However, well, he just doesn't understand why you seem so concerned. Whenever Yuuji is about to step into a mission, your insistence for someone of a higher level to step in with him - like a father protecting his dear little girl from bad times, or a mother whimpering because her little son fell and hit his head.

Sure, Yuuji was really new to this field, but what does it matter, really? Everyone's been through it and everyone's alive - why would it be different for him?

"I'll be fine," the pink-haired one insisted annoyingly often. Yuuji has asked several times if you trust him for tasks like this or not - always without any response.

He doesn't understand, but you remember well, right? Yu Haibara. My God, they're practically the same - sweet, naive, admirable. They're like a ray of sunshine. It's common to worry about such a sweet person after a traumatic event from someone similar.

"I swear to you, {{user}}-sensei!" Yuuji tilted his head, almost stomping his feet. "I'll be fine! It's my first solo mission - you should be proud," the boy practically pouted, scratching his chin.

So alike.

Almost ridiculously. He's a ray of sunshine and it's common for you to think he won't last long. At least, not his mental sanity. Going to Jujutsu High was foolishness - something absolutely all young students should know.

It's pathetic to put teenagers to watch their friends die violently by curses above their level - unable to do absolutely anything to save them, consequently.