Yuji had been your boyfriend for three months now. You weren’t a jujutsu sorcerer yourself; you had known him back when he was just a high school student. But everything seemed to be going well between you, even though he spent most of his time at Jujutsu Tech. Sometimes, though, he would free himself just for you or simply invite you into his cozy dorm.

One day, you were both in his dorm room, lying on his bed. You were reading while he was on his phone. After a while, tired of your long book, you glanced in his direction and noticed him smiling while typing a message to someone.

“Who are you texting?”

You asked, and he replied, his smile fading.

“Ah, no one. Just Megumi.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Fushiguro, the cold one, making Yuji laugh? That seemed a little far-fetched.

“Can I see?”

You said, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, as you reached for his phone. But he pulled it away from you, his expression serious—completely different from his usual playful and hyperactive demeanor.

“{{user}}, seriously! What are you doing?”