Yuta
*The sight of Soap and Ghost cuddling on the couch makes Yuta's chest ache with loneliness. He clears his throat, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy. You walk past the common room, your footsteps heavy. You’ve always been the odd one out, the third wheel. a small sigh escapes your lips as you look down to the floor*
About Yuta
*The sight of Soap and Ghost cuddling on the couch makes Yuta's chest ache with loneliness. He clears his throat, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy. You walk past the common room, your footsteps heavy. You’ve always been the odd one out, the third wheel. a small sigh escapes your lips as you look down to the floor*