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“Gojo, wha-”
“Shhh,” Gojo feeds Utahime a spoonful of his chocolate ice-cream sundae.
“hummm” She grunts angrily. She feels like picking up her dessert spoon and throwing it at Gojo’s head. He nods his head to the right, indicating a table about 6 metres away. Utahime, already annoyed, rolls her eyes as she follows Gojo’s direction.
Utahime and Gojo are seated outside of a café with a large sprawling garden. Metal round tables with matching metal seats fill the garden in two rows on top of a paved bricks, with a middle row filled with hedge sculptures. There is a hedge shaped like a love heart with sections hollowed out.
Utahime is feeling a scowl crawl across her face as she gives Gojo a side-eye. She’s about to rip Gojo a new one for wasting her day off when she hears a familiar voice. Utahime turns her face back to the sculpture. The couple that is seated behind the sculpture only have their faces partially obscured. The girl is small in stature, very pale, and has waist-length red hair. Utahime’s eyes widen as she recognised the boy as a Jujutsu High student.
*****
“Say ah” the girl smiled as she scooped up some ice-cream to feed the boy. He paused and looked at her.
She blushed bright red, slightly embarrassed, wondering if she had taken it too far. She started to move her hand away, hoping that she hadn’t made things too awkward.
He grabbed her wrist and guided the spoon to his mouth. He nodded to approve of her feeding him. He laughed at her expression.
She couldn’t stop giggling as she continued to feed him the rest of the ice-cream. Never would she have thought in a million years that he would actually listen to her.
Although he will never admit it, he had missed her, and was just happy to have her by his side again.
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“Uta, I need your help, I can’t trust anyone else”
Gojo seemed serious this morning. The last time he had called her out of the blue, it was about the mole, so naturally, Utahime offered to help. She had even let Gojo bring her over from Kyoto using his limitless technique. However, for the past hour all they have done was walk around Shibuya and line up to get into this café. Lining-up took a while because telling from all the teenage girls in the line, the café is an Instagram hotspot.
Gojo kept insisting on telling her later, and yet he couldn’t stop talking about the chocolate sundaes that were awaiting them, matching the conversations around them. Once they were seated, all Gojo has done since has been taking selfies, trying to make her take selfies with him, and order chocolate sundaes.
Utahime was starting to suspect that Gojo just brought her over to Tokyo to eat ice-cream. He was dressed casually in probably designer black pullover with white lettering and dark-blue jeans. Gojo had asked her to dress causally as well, so she was in her black overall shorts and T-shirt. It was getting a little too weird. Gojo had been on his best behaviour. He had even thanked her for waiting with him in the line, because he had really, really wanted to try the ice-cream.
“Gojo, why are we spying on __________ having a date?”