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In an airplane where Gojo and Utahime sits next to each other. Gojo initially has his right arm dominating the armrest, looking at the approaching flight attendant with the food cart. Utahime stares at his arm, waiting for a chance to takeover the plastic contraption.
The flight attendant nears and Gojo happily raised his right arm for a snack. Said arm left the armrest and as it was halfway to reached its highest elevation, Utahime without hesitation moved her left arm and smacked her hand to its intended resting place.
The arm rest.
Gojo with the close proximity of economy class seating, felt her moved, he looked at her arm and shove off Utahime's with his own.
Utahime without loosing a beat used her arm to push back. The white haired did the same. The two competed for dominance. Gojo has the advantage to overwhelm her with his thick, veiny, and muscular limb hidden under the jacket sleeve.
But Utahime is smarter and instead of forcing her way with strength, she raised her forearm higher and slid her hand over Gojo's to intertwine them together.
Gojo froze at the unexpected turn of events. He tilted his head and stared at Utahime in surprised.
Utahime blankly stared back but her lips morphed into a smirk of triumph. Gojo still unmoving thought how this goddess is blessing the humans with her presence. And is that a flowery filter surrounding her?
He loudly gasped, which gained the attention of the fellow passengers and the flight attendant, daintly covered his mouth with his free hand like a blushing maiden and said, "Oh my, miss, such boldness. I would ask you for a date in such circumstances but I am married and my wife will be hysterical if she saw us holding hands."
"What are you talking about, you idiot?! I'm your wife!"