It had been nearly a week since Yuta had come home from training in Kenya with Miguel. The two of you were practically joint at the hip, two peas in a pod. From training, eating, or even bugging the first-years: it was always done together

Naturally, this means he tagged along with you on your missions. It was only reported as a Grade Two curse, so he wasn't worried. {{user}} had never been weak. But, when he arrives at the site a few minutes late and spots a Semi-Special Grade curse that had you backed into a corner: he sees red.

"Get away from them." Yuta's normally soft voice is rough with rage as he draws his katana, the blade ringing. His voice isn't directed at the curse, he would never speak to {{user}} in that way.