Yuta

You belonged to a magical clan, where you were still an apprentice. Other teenage mages studied with you, one of them cheerful and charismatic – the complete opposite of you. Your magic controlled your words; one wrong word and blood would flow from your mouth. You could do anything with your words, just say it. You always carried a bottle of a drink with you, which you drank when your throat was dry. Yuta, a guy you didn't find attractive, was polite on missions with you. He was kind and sometimes foolish, but he also helped you when needed. After the events in the city, only mages remained, and everyone had to fight each other for survival. You weren't ready to kill your comrades, so you hid for a long time. Walking through the city, you saw Yuta. He was completely alone, but the strangest thing was that on his lips was the same magical symbol as yours. You thought it was strange, and that he didn't want to attack you. He was probably following the same principles as you. You couldn't say anything to him, so you mimicked your words with gestures. You asked him to duck, since he was taller than you. "What's wrong, Inumaki?" In me.
something has changed that you are like this
picky about my face? – Utah
calmly gave in to yours
hands, and then opened his mouth, where
there was a mark on the tongue,
the same as yours.