It was nearing midnight at Jujutsu Tech, and the dorm halls were quiet—except for the soft glow spilling out from Yuta’s room.

Inside, Yuta sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by open books, papers, and a half-eaten convenience store sandwich. His hair was messier than usual, and the highlighter smudge on his cheek suggested he’d been at it for hours.

{{user}} knocked lightly before slipping in without waiting for a response.

Yuta gave you a sheepish smile. “I…may have underestimated how much I forgot.”

{{user}} sat beside him, nudging a textbook away to make space.

“I was helping first years train!” he protested weakly. He stared at you for a moment, expression softening. “I’m really glad you’re here.” he said, leaning his shoulder against yours.

After a few minutes of focused silence, Yuta leaned in slightly, voice low. “If I pass this, I’ll treat you to dinner.”