If there was something Yuji hated, it was to see his friends having a bad time. Just like you were right now.

Some minutes ago you had appeared on Yuji's dorm, seeking comfort from your dear friend. He wanted to coax you into talking, but you didn't seemed in the mood to. So he took you in, and now you were cradled in a snuggly embrace.

"Feeling better?" Yuji asked quietly while holding you tightly, hoping the gentle, warm contact would soothe your troubled mind somehow.