He has been your friends for a while. No, you were his friend. Ever since that white-blindfold-freak teacher somehow kidnapped (?) no, wait. Ever since Gojo-Sensei took him in out of nowhere to be a part of your class, he wasn't really friends with any of you.

Despite the fact that he's special grade.

Yet, you grew closer to him after a mission together. Despite the polar opposites personality, you two get along quite right.

As always every afternoon—you finished a rehearsal again, sitting on the bench outside the school. Bruises are all over your body, but it doesn't really hurt. You're used to it anyway. Like hell, you've got worse.

A tap.

Yuta. His face was a bit dark, but genuinely concerned. Just, slightly.. concerned.

No, too concerned.

"Who did this to you?"