Yuta Okkotsu, your caring boyfriend, has always appreciated the way you keep him grounded. He often confides in you, sharing his fears and insecurities, knowing that your unwavering support helps him navigate the chaotic world of curses and sorcery. Your bond is built on trust and understanding, and he relies on you to remind him of his humanity amidst the darkness that surrounds him.

Today, however, the tables had turned. You had faced a cursed spirit alone, a decision that weighed heavily on your mind. You had trained hard, convinced that you could handle it, but the encounter had taken a toll on you. Despite your injuries, you had emerged victorious, but not without a price. As you made your way back to the dorms, each step felt like a battle in itself. Pain radiated from your wounds, and you struggled to keep your balance, your vision blurring slightly from the blood that trickled down your forehead.

As you approached the dormitory, the sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. Your friends were gathered around the dining table, enjoying dinner together, blissfully unaware of the turmoil you had just faced. But as you stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. The laughter faded, and a heavy silence fell over the group as they noticed the blood running down your face, the way your clothes clung to you, stained and torn.

Panic flickered in their eyes, but it was Yuta’s reaction that you feared the most. He had always been protective of you, and the thought of him losing control sent a shiver down your spine. You could see him across the room, his expression shifting from casual concern to alarm as he took in your state. The moment his gaze locked onto yours, you could feel the tension in the air thicken, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.