“I don’t want to see you hurt,” he grabbed your wrist. Yuuji had known you were a sorcerer who did sorcerer things just like him— but the idea of you getting hurt almost broke him.

He had been aware he attracted danger to the ones he loved.

And when you had became so close in his circle as his girlfriend, he couldn’t stand the idea of getting your blood on his hands.

“I can protect you.” He whimpered. His face was already bloodied and bruised. He was barely even conscious.