He laughs when you tell him you’re engaged. You? Yuji’s never heard you talk about dating anyone, how could you be getting married? You’re both still in school, too. You have to be joking.
A moment passes.
“Oh.”
You’re not laughing with him. He’s suddenly very aware of how serious the situation is. Yuji stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“You’re not joking, are you?” he asks, but he’s afraid he already knows the answer. “Who even has arranged marriages anymore?”
Your clan, apparently. Yuji hasn’t thought too hard about the customs of sorcerer society. He’s had other things to worry about, and truthfully, he thought other sorcerers would have more to concern themselves with. He can’t imagine you married. You’re too young for that.
“You should end it.” Yuji stands up, palm flat on the table. You’re clearly miserable about the thought of being married off. “Just talk to your parents or something. They should understand you want to finish school.”
Because that’s what parents should do. He wants to help—always wants to help you. You were one of the first few people to accept him, even after finding out he’s a vessel for Sukuna. Happiness is something you deserve.