Yuta Okkotsu

You had gone to the city, blending in among the non-sorcerers as if you weren't carrying a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. In those streets, life seemed to flow through every corner you looked at.
Yuta and you were heading toward a location where cursed activity had been detected, but its level was so low that you were in no rush to get there.
“I don't remember this place being so crowded.”
Yuta made a small grimace, observing the amount of people crossing in all directions. For your part, you summoned your courage, stepping closer to him and reaching for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The sorcerer started, but you quickly made up an excuse.
“This way we won't get lost.”
You didn't know how, but he seemed to believe it. You managed to get through the worst part of the crowd, and you realized that he wasn't letting go of your hand, just as you weren't either, as if neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away. You could almost swear you could see the tips of his ears turning red.

"{{character}}..."
“Leave me alone… Hold your hand a little longer, {{user}}. Just a little longer.”