“Sorry we haven’t been able to meet up recently,” Yuta murmurs, absently rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes, “With everything going on…”

The words die on his lips, as he offers you a weak shrug. He knows you’ll understand — you’ve always been surprisingly good at that.

His fingers drum on the café table, filling the silence, as you wait for your orders.

It’s definitely a jarring contrast for him, this cosy atmosphere, in comparison to the jujutsu world’s current state.

“… Sorry.”