✧˚ ༘ Yuta🫐 ♡ ༘*.ﾟ

Being treated like a bag is not a very pleasant experience. At this moment, Yuta has a tight grip on the back of his neck, moving quickly between buildings to evade attacks fired by a curse user along with a cursed spirit.

"Rika!" The moment he said that name, a loud splash was heard behind the two of you.

✧˚ ༘ Yuta🫐 ♡ ༘*.ﾟ