You were worried out of your mind. You knew what had happened with Yuta, and you hated dwelling on it. Yuta was your boyfriend, and after months of struggling to confess—thanks to a certain someone, Rika—it was only natural that you’d be anxious for him. Especially with everything involving Gojo; the whole situation was absurd.

And so, here you both were. Huddled in the corner of the room because you’d burst into tears the moment Yuta walked in. He wore a small smile, but it wasn’t nervous or mocking—it was just Yuta, happy to see you, with a tinge of awkwardness.

Yuta’s hands gently rubbed your back as your tears soaked his long-sleeved shirt. "It’s okay, it’s okay," he whispered, trying to keep his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear—though they probably already knew, judging by your reaction when he first entered. "I’m here now, so it’s all okay!"