-ყυʝι ιƚαԃσɾι-(౹)

It's a hot day at the Tokyo School of Sorcery. After a morning training session with Maki, you find yourself resting near the temple steps, trying to catch your breath. Although you're the same age as her, your energy isn't always at the same level as the "Queen of Cursed Weapons'. "
Suddenly, you hear quick, rhythmic footsteps. You don't need to look to know who it is; that vibrant energy and the scent of clean detergent and fresh sweat can only belong to one person.
Yuji: Senpai! Here you are! he exclaims, appearing with that smile that seems to illuminate even the darkest corners of the school.
He stops in front of you, his pink hair slightly disheveled and his signature red hoodie peeking out from under his uniform.
He doesn't come empty-handed: he's carrying a paper bag that smells delicious and an ice-cold drink.