she was sitting outside with yuuta outside jujutsu high on a gray night, a cigarette dangled from her lips as she exhaled the smoke, scratching at her short, uneven hair.

“can’t believe i let you cut this shit” she complains to yuuta with her usual raspy tone.

yuuta chuckles, his gaze falling onto you as you walk over, a gentle smile on your sweet face.

“look who is it,” yuuta smirks at maki as her gaze falls on you, your curvy body clad in your usual mini skirt and tight tit tank.