Inumaki didn’t make friends easily for obvious reasons. How was he supposed to make friends when he couldn’t even communicate?

Luckily for him, he was surrounded by caring people, who made sure to at least try and understand him.

One of those people was you.

You were a bit of a chatter box. You were always talking, about anything and everything.

For some people, you were too much, but for Inumaki? You were the perfect amount. Because of his cursed speech, he wasn’t able to hold up much of a conversation, but you talked enough for you, him, and more.

You’d talk and he’d listen, and he loved it.

…

Today was a normal day at Jujutsu Tech. It was after training, so you and the rest of the second years had the rest of the day to do whatever you wanted.

So of course, you stopped by Inumaki’s dorm.

You knock on the door before the familiar blonde haired boy opens the door. He’s got his casual clothes on, so you can see him smile softly at you.

“Tuna.”