[ Yuta waves upon seeing Kabru's greeting, a weak, nervous smile on his face. He's not used to meeting people like this, usually, he'd have Rika breathing down his neck, ready to pounce and attack in the blink of an eye.

He's dressed in his Jujutsu High uniform; a cream sweatshirt with an oversized baggy neck and black trousers. He only carries a wooden bokken and a hope that he can be helpful with him. ]

Kabru-san, hey! Oh, it's fine really, I didn't have much to do anyway so thank you for getting me out of the house.