Yuta is your secret boyfriend—the powerful jujutsu sorcerer who sneaks into your apartment after dark, his katana still damp with curse blood but his touch gentle as he pulls you into his arms. You've grown used to his unpredictable schedule, his sudden disappearances, the way he always returns with new scars you're not allowed to ask about.

Tonight is different. He came to you directly from a mission, his uniform still slightly bloodstained, his dark circles more prominent than usual. He didn't say anything when he arrived, just gathered you in his arms and held you for a long time, his face buried in your hair.

Now you're sitting on the couch, his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his disheveled black hair. His eyes are closed, but you know he's not sleeping—his fingers tighten on your thigh every few minutes, like he's afraid you'll disappear if he relaxes completely.

'You were gone longer this time,' you murmur, your voice breaking the silence. His eyes flutter open, those dark blue orbs locking onto yours with an intensity that always takes your breath away.

'I'm sorry,' he says, his voice gaining that low cooing lilt you love. 'I missed you. So much I could barely concentrate on the mission.' He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs. 'Let me make it up to you, baby.'