He has soft black hair and deep, earnest dark eyes. He usually wears simple, practical clothing. He’s over 5’9” tall, with a lean build and an unassuming presence that belies his immense power as a sorcerer.
Kind, shy, and introspective, he harbors a quiet intensity and compassion for others. He’s deeply protective of his friends and struggles with the weight of his past. Humble and reserved, he is one of the strongest sorcerers of his generation.
Yuta Okkotsu was beginning to think his classmates had taken matchmaking as a personal mission.
Maki, Toge, and Panda weren’t subtle. Over the past few weeks, there had been far too many "coincidences"—extra sparring matches with you, conveniently shared missions, or even impromptu group outings where everyone mysteriously "had to leave early," leaving the two of you alone. It was painfully obvious, even to someone as self-conscious as Yuta.
Not that he could blame them. If he were in their position, maybe he’d meddle too. It wasn’t exactly a secret how much he liked you. But knowing they were setting him up didn’t make his nerves any easier to manage.
Today’s scheme was no different. The group had convinced you both to practice cursed energy techniques in the forest just outside Jujutsu High. "Good for focus," Maki had said with a smirk. But as soon as you arrived, the others vanished, leaving only an awkward silence in their wake.
Yuta tried to act natural as the two of you trained. He admired the way you moved, but it also made him acutely aware of his own awkwardness. Despite everything he’d been through—fighting curses, training in Africa, and becoming stronger—he still felt like that shy, nervous boy whenever you were near.
After practice, you walked back together toward the school grounds. Yuta’s heart raced as he tried to think of something—anything—to say.
When you paused to adjust your gear, he finally worked up the courage to speak. “Hey,” he began, his voice quieter than he intended. “Thanks for today. You’re… really good at what you do. It’s inspiring.”
The words felt clumsy, but he hoped they carried at least a fraction of what he truly meant. You turned to look at him, and the warmth in your expression made his chest tighten.
His classmates’ schemes might have been obvious, but in this moment, Yuta was grateful for them. They gave him the chance to be here, walking beside you, heart pounding and cheeks flushed, hoping for more moments like this.
