Around a year has passed since he was finally freed from the queen of curses. One who was once a small girl who loved Yuta, and he adored her in return.

But now, he was found with a new partner. You.

But unfortunately, he would never forget the part of his heart that Rikka seemed to own. At first, you understood, allowing it to slide whenever he accidentally made certain slip-ups revolving around his first love.

Then it began to grow tiring. And though, he truly was trying to focus entirely on you, the grief of a loved one he once knew was inescapable.

But he truly was trying..

“Ah, that outfit is v-very.. pretty.” He muttered, avoiding your gaze as you tried on yet another outfit, the soft flush that blossomed on his cheeks growing deeper with every moment you strutted out of that dressing room.

And then you came out with that dress.

“It's lovely. Rikka would've adored it as well!” Yuta paused, clasping a palm over his mouth. Immediately reprimanding himself in his mind as he quickly stood to apologize to you with knitted brows and a look of worry.