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Earlier in the night, Utahime was supposed to go to the bar with Shoko. They were going to have a few drinks and catch up, a rare moment of downtime for them. But Shoko had received a call from work, and an emergency had come up. She had apologized profusely and left quickly. Utahime was left alone in the bar, feeling a bit restless and disappointed at the unexpected change of plans. She decided to stay and have a few drinks alone, hoping to unwind and enjoy some solitude.
As she sat alone at the counter, she found herself growing increasingly frustrated with the situation. It wasn't just the sudden change of plans; it was also the fact that the bartender was making suggestive comments and flirting with her. Utahime wasn't interested in being hit on, especially by someone she had never even met before. With a heavy sigh, she considered her options. Her other friends weren't picking up their phones, and she was left with only one last option.
He picks up within seconds. "What can I do for you my dear Utahime?" he responds, his voice sounding somewhat distant. "Gojo, where are you?" She asks, her voice sounding urgent as she's still glaring at the bartender, who looks like he's struggling to suppress a smile.
Gojo sounds like he's smiling, and there's the sound of a woman giggling and saying something to him in the background. "I'm in my apartment," he says. Utahime can feel herself glaring even more fiercely at the bartender as the two of them speak. "Are you alone?" she spits out, and she sees the bartender shoot a glance at the phone.
Gojo pauses, and then responds. "No, but I can be. What's going on?" He's quieter now, more serious, as if trying to keep the woman from hearing him. Utahime bites her lip, but she looks up when the bartender makes eye contact and smiles charmingly.
"I need you to pick me up," she states firmly.
The bartender doesn't even react to her tone."Pick you up?" Gojo sounds surprised. He had expected her to be having a personal crisis or needing help with something serious. However, Utahime never calls. She avoids him as much as possible. "What for?" He asks while the woman giggles and whispers in the background.
"None of your business," Utahime snaps, then she huffs in frustration. This is so humiliating. Gojo doesn't reply for a moment, and then he sighs and says calmly, "Alright, where are you?" Utahime grits her teeth in irritation and says, her tone full of disdain, "I'm at the bar nearby the station."
"I'll be there in 15 minutes." Gojo's voice turns cheerful, as if to annoy her further, and then he says, "See you." And the call ended. Utahime grimaced. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself. The bartender in front of her was still smiling.
"So," the bartender began, and Utahime shot him a glare, "what got you in such a bad mood?" She scoffs and crosses her arms. "What, you couldn't tell by the look on my face that I didn't want you to talk to me?" Her tone is dripping with disdain and annoyance.
"Hey now, don't be like that," the bartender said, his smile widening. "Just wanted to chat a little." Utahime lets out a scoff. "I'm not interested." She can hardly hide her irritation now.
Not after knowing that Gojo would be here in a bit. He was no doubt going to make some snide remark about this encounter. "Oh, you're not?" The bartender's smirk doesn't waver, and it just infuriates Utahime more.
"You seem like the type who could use some stress relief. I'm great at relieving stress." Utahime glares at him. Was he seriously flirting with her? Right after she told him she was taken?
"I'm married, dumbass," she snapped, leaning over the counter a bit to be in his face. "In case you can't see the ring on my finger." The bartender raises an eyebrow. He seems to be enjoying getting her riled up as he leans on an elbow against the counter, and he smirks. "I know, I see it." His tone is full of confidence as he smiles, which just irks Utahime even more.
"But you seem a bit tense. Is your marriage not going well?" Anger flares within Utahime, but she's torn between smacking the smile off his stupid face or throwing her drink at him. Before she can decide, Gojo's voice echoes from behind her.
"Hey, hey!" Gojo's cheerful voice pierces the atmosphere. He strides towards the bar area, his eyes glinting mischievously and a smirk on his lips.
Utahime can feel the tension leaving her shoulders upon hearing Gojo's voice. He's here to get her out of this. She whips around to face him, scowling. "You're late," she says, but it's more a statement than a complaint. Gojo chuckles slightly and looks over at the barkeep, who's now staring at him with an expression of confusion.
"Late? How rude, this is exactly when I said I'd be here," Gojo chides, a smile playing on his lips. The bartender looks between the two. Utahime's scowl doesn't diminish, and if anything, her irritation at Gojo's teasing has heightened.
However, Gojo just keeps smirking as he continues, clearly enjoying himself. "What, no greeting?" He walks up beside Utahime and slings his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
The suddenness of Gojo's arm around her makes Utahime stiffen, and her scowl deepens. "Don't touch me," she seethes, her fists clenching, but Gojo simply ignores her.
The bartender's confusion increases at the scene that unfolding in front of him. Gojo's nonchalant behavior and Utahime's flustered demeanor make him almost hesitate to speak, but he manages to stammer out, "A-Are you here to pay for her drink?" Gojo laughs, his arm still around Utahime's shoulder.
She can't move away from him, especially now. "Hmm?" Gojo pretends to ponder, then smiles and nods. "Of course. How much is it?" He pulls out his wallet with his free hand and glances at the bartender. Utahime's eyes flicker to him, before she looks away with a huff. She doesn't want to be here anymore. She just wants to go home.
The bartender looks at her quizzically, his eyes darting from her to Gojo. "Wait, are you two married?" Utahime freezes, her eyes widening. She can feel Gojo's gaze shift to her, clearly intrigued by the situation.
She clears her throat, trying to sound calm, but her voice still comes out a bit flustered. She just wants to get out of this situation. Now. "Yes, we are," she confirms, hoping the bartender buys it, and then she avoids Gojo's gaze.
The bartender seems to accept her response, nodding slowly. However, Gojo's arm tightening around her shoulder gives away his reaction. He leans down and whispers into her ear. "Oh?" Utahime's brow twitches. Gojo is clearly enjoying this newfound information.
"We're married, huh?" Gojo repeats, his voice low. His breath is warm against her ear, and the way his arm remains firmly around her shoulder makes his presence feel all the more intense. Utahime clenches her fists. She should have known that Gojo would enjoy teasing her over something like this. Her cheeks heat up slightly in embarrassment, and she grits out, "Shut up."
The bartender nervously smiles, seeming to buy the fact that they're together. "Ah, you're quite the lucky man," he says to Gojo. "It's not every day that you see a pretty lady like this." He motions towards Utahime, who lets out a huff.
Gojo grins and shrugs. "I know," he says in a self-satisfied tone. His arm slides down from Utahime's shoulder to her waist. "She's all mine."
Utahime's cheeks heat up. She wants to elbow Gojo for his comment, but she refrains under the gaze and presence of the bartender. In any other situation, she'd smack him for saying something like that. But she doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about them.
So, against her will, she remains silent with a scowl. The bartender eyes them curiously, clearly intrigued by the pair of them. Gojo's grip on her waist doesn't loosen, and his thumb draws idle circles on her hip.
"How long have you two been married?" The bartender asks, his gaze flickering from Gojo to Utahime.
"Two years," Gojo answers, his tone still light and easy, in contrast to Utahime's tense form. His thumb continues to trace those small circles on her hip, seemingly to tease her. Utahime stays silent, trying to will away her blush. Two years? Did Gojo just pull that out of thin air?
The bartender looks impressed. "Two years, huh? You must have a strong relationship to have lasted that long," he remarks. Gojo smiles, but Utahime keeps quiet, not appreciating the way her hip is so obviously being stroked.
The bartender then asks, "Have you thought about having kids?"
"Kids...?" Utahime repeats, her tone more incredulous than anything. She stares at the bartender in disbelief. Was he seriously asking about their plans for having kids? Gojo, however, grins and responds, "Oh, believe me, we're trying." Utahime's eyes widen, and she whips her head around to stare at Gojo, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
This has suddenly turned into the most awkward moment.
As he says that, Gojo's thumb glides across her waist, and his fingers lightly dance over her lower abdomen. The bartender laughs and comments, "Haha, I bet. She's certainly got a pretty face." Utahime's cheeks heat up, and she can almost feel Gojo's amused smile directed at her.
"Yeah, she does," Gojo agrees, his tone lighthearted and teasing. His fingers gently caress her abdomen, and despite how humiliating it is, she can't bring herself to pull away. The bartender's gaze flicks between the pair of them, and he asks curiously, "But, if you don't mind me asking, how'd you two meet?"
"We met at school," Gojo answers casually. His thumb continues to rub circles on her hip, and his fingers remain over her abdomen. Utahime rolls her eyes slightly. Technically, it's true.
The bartender smiles and nods. "Ah, high school sweethearts, huh?" he says. Gojo hums in response, a smile on his lips.
The bartender doesn't seem at all bothered by Gojo's possessive actions, instead seeming to find it admirable. However, he does ask with a hint of skepticism in his tone, "But, with how you're acting with her, I thought you two were newlyweds." Gojo lets out a hearty laugh, and Utahime feels his arm tighten slightly around her waist.
"What, do you think I'd stop showing affection towards her?" he jokes. His hand shifts closer to her stomach, almost as if he's subconsciously drawn to it. He then adds with a smirk, "What kind of husband do you take me for?"
The bartender chuckles, seeming to be won over by Gojo's easy charm. He says in a lighthearted tone, "Well, you've got a point there. I'm just saying you're pretty handsy with her, that's all." Gojo laughs again as his thumb and fingers move a little bit further, almost tracing her pelvic bones now. "Can you blame me?" he teases.
Utahime remains stubbornly quiet, trying to convince herself that his touch isn't causing a flurry of emotions within her.
The bartender's eyes glint as he looks at Gojo, clearly finding the situation amusing. He comments, "Well, I guess you're in good hands then, aren't you?" Gojo chuckles and turns his head to glance at Utahime. "Oh, she definitely is," he confirms with a smirk.
Utahime stiffens slightly as Gojo starts to lean closer, his eyes locking with hers. He seems intent on teasing her further, or maybe it's genuinely just his nature to be this physical with her. Gojo's fingers glide across her hip and slightly under her shirt, his thumb tracing her abdominal muscles.
His arm stays firmly around her as he smiles and murmurs lowly in her ear, "You're so tense, baby." Utahime's breath hitches slightly at his words.
As his fingers continue to roam under her shirt, she can't help but feel a mixture of irritation and attraction. The bartender notices the shift in their dynamic, and a smile creeps onto his face.
He watches the scene in front of him and comments jokingly, "Are you trying to undress her right here or something?" Gojo chuckles, the sound low and slightly seductive. His thumb presses against her skin lightly. "Maybe not right here," he speaks into her ear.
Utahime's cheeks heat up at his response, and she's torn between pushing him away in indignation or pulling him even closer to herself. As his fingers glide over her stomach again, she can't do anything but stay frozen under his touch.
With a frustrated exhalation, Utahime turns her head slightly and mutters under her breath. "Are you done yet?" Her cheeks are a rosy pink, and her tone is laced with both irritation and embarrassment. She shoots a glare at Gojo, who grins slyly and looks unapologetic.
"Oh? Am I being too pushy?" he asks, his tone almost mocking. His fingers remain under her shirt, his touch feather-like. The bartender chuckles, enjoying the show in front of him.
He smiles and says, "It definitely looks like it!" Utahime shoots a sharp glare at the bartender, but Gojo just smiles and gently shushes her, his hand leaving her abdomen. Instead, he moves it to her neck, his thumb rubbing small circles over a pulse point.
Utahime feels her breath hitch as Gojo touches her pulse. She's torn between wanting to smack his hand away and feeling a shiver of pleasure at his touch. The bartender's comments don't help either. His gaze flicks between the pair of them, lingering on her flushed cheeks.
"Your husband seems to enjoy teasing you, huh?"
The realization hits Utahime that Gojo doesn't just know how to tease her; he's good at it. It's almost infuriating how he seems to understand exactly which buttons to push to fluster her so thoroughly.
She clenches her fists, feeling a mixture of irritation and a strange sort of attraction towards him. His fingers move across her neck, tracing her skin, and the memory of the girl in the background of his calls comes back to her in full force.
As her thoughts wander, the bartender interrupts her with a light-hearted comment. "You seem really flustered," he notes, his eyes shifting between her and Gojo.
"Are you sure you're handling him alright?" Gojo grins slyly, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. He knows that he's having a significant effect on her, and judging for how flushed she is, it's clear she isn't handling him at all.
The realization only seems to make him more determined to keep going. Utahime's cheeks burn even hotter, and her fists clench even tighter. Gojo's touch is somehow both irritating and exhilarating, and the smug look on his face isn't helping at all.
The bartender chuckles and teases, "It's almost like he's got you wrapped around his little finger, huh?"
At the bartender's comment, Utahime grits her teeth and shoots a sharp glare at him.
Before she can snap back, however, Gojo's fingers wrap around her chin, his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "Ah, ah, be nice," he murmurs to Utahime scoldingly, but the teasing look on his face betrays the sternness in his tone.
His fingers continue to caress her chin and jaw, almost affectionately. Utahime's breath hitches at his touch, her cheeks still flushed. The bartender watches the exchange with a smile, leaning on an elbow.
"He's definitely got you where he wants you," he comments, his words making Gojo's smile widen.
The bartender smiles and glances at Utahime, a small glint appearing in his eyes. "If I may ask," he begins, his gaze flickering between them curiously. "Who's older between you two?" Gojo's smirk widens slightly as the bartender asks the question. His touch is still gentle yet firm on her chin. Utahime's lips twist begrudgingly, clearly caught off guard by the question.
"I am," she finally admits, her voice almost mitted.
The bartender smirks and comments nonchalantly, "Ah, cougar, huh?" The word makes Utahime's cheeks burn even hotter, and she shoots a glare at the bartender.
"Excuse me?" She bites back, her voice indignant. Gojo chuckles lowly and shifts his attention to the bartender. "She's not that old," he jokes. Gojo's thumb continues to trace her chin and lower lip in slow, teasing movements. He seems amused by her reaction and the bartender's comments.
Utahime huffs and mutters under her breath, "I'm just a couple of years older." She shoots another glare at the bartender, clearly not appreciating the cougar comment.
Gojo chuckles and leans closer, his breath ghosting over her ear as he murmurs, "But to be fair, l've always liked older women." His words send a shiver down Utahime's spine.
The bartender just laughs and smiles knowingly, clearly entertained by the dynamic between the two. He comments with a smirk, "You certainly seem like a handful for her to handle." Gojo flashes a charming smile.
"Oh, she can handle me." He then glances at Utahime, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Can't you, babe?"
As Gojo continues to tease, Utahime can feel her irritation growing. She doesn't like how he treats her like she's some kind of submissive little wife, even if it's not real. And the bartender isn't making things any easier.
"I'm done. Let's go," she snaps, her cheeks still flushed from a mixture of humiliation and anger. She shoots a scathing look at Gojo, silently challenging him to defy her. Gojo glances at her, his expression a cross between amusement and adoration. He smiles and murmurs, "As you wish."
He removes his arm from her waist and gives the bartender a charming smile. "Keep the change," he says to him, dropping some money on the countertop before turning towards Utahime. His hand gently touches her lower back, a surprisingly tender gesture from him.
The bartender watches as Gojo and Utahime start to leave, his smile widening slightly. "Have a good night, you two!" he calls out with a wave.
Utahime lets herself be led outside, her irritation still evident. She scowls to herself, her fists clenching tightly. As they exit the bar, Gojo glances at her and says with a teasing smile, "You're so easy to rile up. It's too fun."
"What the hell was that?" She finally hisses out at him, her eyes narrowed in irritation.
Gojo keeps a tight grip on her waist and lets out a hearty laugh. "That? You mean saving you from the bartender?" He chuckles, his tone lighthearted, but there's a teasing edge to it. Utahime glares at him.
"You didn't have to put your arm around me," she snaps, even as her cheeks heat up as she remembers the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on her hip. Gojo raises an eyebrow, the playful glint in his eyes not diminishing. "Oh? Why not?" He questions, his voice laced with a hint of teasing. He leans down a bit, his face inches away from hers.
"What's wrong with me touching my wife?" Utahime's cheeks grow even redder at his words, and she shoves at his shoulder. "Shut up," she mutters, looking away. "We're not actually married, idiot."
Gojo laughs, unfazed, and releases her with one arm, only to reach up and ruffle her hair with his free hand. "Why not? I think we'd make a fun married couple."
Gojo grins and leans closer, his expression mischievous. “But you were the one who said we were married first," he whispers in her ear. His breath tickles her skin, and it makes her suppress a shiver.
Utahime glares up at him, her cheeks heating up in a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "That was to get that stupid bartender to leave me alone," she retorts. "You just had to play along and make it worse!" Gojo laughs again, clearly enjoying this all too much.
"But didn't I make it better?" He questions, his voice filled with teasing.
Utahime's irritation only deepens, and she lets out a frustrated huff. "Shut up!" She turns away from him, her eyes avoiding his. "None of that was necessary. All that stuff about kids? Really?" She doesn't want to think about the implications of that.
Gojo raises an eyebrow, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh? What's wrong?" He smirks and leans down slightly. "You don't think we'd have cute kids together?"
Utahime's cheeks heat up again, and she tries to shove him away. "Shut up!" She says again, avoiding his eye contact.
Gojo just laughs, amused by her flustered reaction. "I knew it," he teases, his smirk widening. "You would think we'd have cute kids, wouldn't you?"
Utahime's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and she turns her face away, trying to hide her blush. Dammit, why did Gojo have to tease her about kids? Why was he even bringing it up in the first place?
"I just- I mean..." She stutters out, but the words seem to be stuck in her throat. Gojo chuckles, clearly enjoying her flustered state. He leans down further and murmurs, "You don't deny it?"
Utahime's face turns even redder as she glances up at Gojo. Her head swimming from the alcohol, the close proximity of his breath on her skin.... it's all making her dizzy and flustered. She tries to compose herself. But instead, she blurts out, "I'm not denying it..."
Wait a second... did she actually just say that out loud? Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and she immediately ducks her head to avoid Gojo's eyes. Dammit, the alcohol is getting to her. Gojo raises an eyebrow when he hears her confession, and a smirk spreads across his lips.
"Hm? What was that?" He asks, feigning ignorance, even though he heard her clearly.
Utahime blushes heavily and averts her gaze, her heart thrumming loudly in her chest. She didn't mean to say that out loud. But Gojo continues to keep himself pressed against her, and she can feel her skin heating up from the closeness. Her head's starting to feel fuzzy, and she can't help but lean into him a bit...
"You're starting to lean on me," Gojo teases, his voice low. He notices the way she's swayed into him, her unsteady footing likely due to the alcohol.
Utahime's mind is a bit hazy, but she's still somewhat aware of what's happening. She attempts to straighten herself, but she stumbles slightly, her face heating up again as her body presses up against him, her face close to his chest.
"I'm fine," she mutters quietly, her words a bit slurred.
Gojo's smirk widens as he sees her struggle to compose herself. His arm remains wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly against him, their bodies pressed together. He looks down at her, and his chuckle vibrates through him.
"Oh, really?" He says, amusement evident in his tone. "You seem a bit unstable on your feet, you know."
"What do you think was I doing in a goddamn bar?" Gojo smirks at her response. "You know, you're really cute when you're all worked up like this,"
"Shut up," she mutters, but her voice lacks its usual ferocity due to her tipsiness. Gojo's smirk widens slightly as he hears her request.
"Aw, you wanna go home?" He teases, his tone almost mocking. Utahime groans slightly, her head still fuzzy. "Dammit," she mutters under her breath. "Why are you like this?"
Gojo guides her along, his arm still wrapped securely around her waist, providing unspoken support and warmth.
As they walk, Utahime musters up the courage to speak. "Hey, Gojo..." she slurs out. "You wouldn't mind... walking me back home, right?"
Gojo glances down at her, his smile widening. "Hm? Is that a request?" He questions, his tone lilting with amusement.
Utahime looks away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I just... You're already here, alright? Just... just walk me home," she mumbles out, her voice quiet. Gojo laughs softly, clearly enjoying this.
"Of course, l'll walk you home, Utahime," he reassures her, his tone softer than before.
"That's what your husband is for, after all, right?" Utahime's cheeks heat up at his teasing, making her blush deeply.
"You're so insufferable...."