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Like any given day, Utahime woke up and rolled out of bed to begin her skincare routine. Her face was her image as a makeup and beauty influencer. She tested out new makeup, new makeup trends and looks, and skincare products alike, and with how much stuff went onto her face, she had to make sure to take care of it. Particularly for today, considering she was going to be live-streaming doing her makeup, instead of her usual route of recording and meticulously editing to post a video. So, she had to make sure her face was in order for her live-stream.
It was her Christmas live-stream, only two days before the actual holiday. She wanted to interact more with her fans, and give them a little treat for always being kind and supportive of her. That’s why she set-up this little live-stream event, it would still be within her genre of branding, and she’d be able to talk to people. It was a bit nerve-wracking, truthfully, but she was also excited to show off the full, real process of her makeup routine, especially her Christmas makeup. She’d practiced to do a beautiful, almost ethereal ‘Winter Wonderland’ inspired look, and she hoped her subscribers and fans would like it.
Along with doing her makeup, she was also going to be doing a few unboxings of gifts she’d received. When she first set up a wishlist, she didn’t expect anyone to honestly purchase anything for her from it, but then one day she got a random delivery, and it had turned out to be a set of new makeup brushes she’d added to her wishlist. That was the first of many gifts she’d received. She’d even been asked to set up a P.O. box so people could mail their own personal gifts to her.
Now, she receives a delivery at least once a week, and her wishlist is filled with a plethora of items, some cheap and some well beyond what any sane person should buy for a stranger over the internet, but there was no harm in her adding it. Maybe someone would buy her one of the expensive items on her list, and if not she could always just save to buy them.
Finishing up her daily skincare routine, Utahime got herself dressed and ready. She was going out to breakfast with her friends, though she wasn’t exactly excited to see that nuisance, Gojo. He wasn’t all bad, but god was he arrogant and annoying. They’d all known each other since high school, and he’d been the worst. Flaunting both his looks and money, teasing and tugging at her like a child when he was only three years younger than her, calling her old and a “granny” for not being a partier like the rest of their friend group. So what if she enjoyed a calmer, less chaotic environment than high school house parties. Who was he to tell her she was a “bummer” and “party-pooper”?
None of that mattered anymore since she’s been out of high school for almost seven years, but it carried over into their adulthood. Now, she was “boring” and “no fun” because she didn’t want to go clubbing. If they’d just been going to a bar to drink, she was all game, but a club? Hot and sweaty bodies all grinding up on each other with music blasting louder than one could think? No thanks. Every now and then, Shoko would convince her and drag her out, and she would admit that it was fun, but in moderation, not every weekend like her friends wanted. That was why she appreciated and loved Shoko so much. Shoko didn’t care that she wasn’t into the party scene like the rest of them, and that’s why she got the title of best friend, while Gojo and Geto were barely on the spectrum of friend.
As Utahime finished zipping her boots up, she could hear her phone begin to buzz. Grabbing it from her dresser, she looked at the screen to see it was Shoko.
Using her thumb, she pressed the little green phone icon to answer the call, “hey, I just finished putting my boots on, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Actually, I wanted to let you know that Suguru and I are already at the restaurant, so Satoru is picking you up,” and it’s as Shoko is saying this that her phone buzzes once more with a notification, a message, from Gojo.
‘I’m here to collect you princess ;)’
And that’s just Utahime’s luck, that she would be stuck alone with Gojo, even if it was only a ten minute drive to the restaurant. With an exasperated sigh, she grabbed her wallet and keys, phone still in hand, “alright, he just texted me that he’s here, so I’ll see you guys shortly.”
“Sounds good. We’ll see you guys in a few.”
The call ended there, Utahime pocketing her phone as she grabbed her coat before leaving her apartment, locking her door behind her. She made her way down the stairs, slipping her coat on. Once outside, she was met with brisk, chilly air, and parked right at the curb, directly in front of her was Gojo with his fancy Lamborghini. It was just like him to flaunt his wealth, him being the heir to his father’s empire of a business, but Utahime couldn’t lie and say she wouldn’t do the same if she had the kind of money he did. She’d just flaunt it differently.
Taking the few short steps to his car, she grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, sliding into the passenger seat.
“Hey, princess,” is how she’s greeted, and Utahime just rolls her eyes, knowing this is going to be a long ten minutes.
Instead of a reply, Utahime chooses to ignore him, buckling herself in.
“Tsk tsk, Santa’s going to put you on the naughty list if you keep being rude,” she hears him say, and she side-eyes him seeing a grin on his face, teeth shining.
“Well, good thing Santa’s not real,” she snorts, settling into the seat, letting her gaze drift forward.
“Says you.”
“Says the world.”
“What about the children, Utahime? Will you rip their childhood and dreams from them?”
“You’re not a child, Gojo.”
“Drop the formalities. It’s Satoru. We’ve known each other for years, Utahime. You don’t have to keep calling me by my last name.”
Utahime has to suppress the urge to roll her eyes again, “Alright, Sa-to-ru,” she says, emphasizing his name mockingly.
“Mm, yes. Sweet, sweet victory,” she hears him chuckle, and it stirs something in her gut she can’t name, but it feels like either nausea or butterflies.
The rest of the drive is met with an oddly comfortable silence, the only noise being the faint sounds of the turned down radio.
“So, what time are you live-streaming?” Shoko asks, sipping from the coffee mug held between her hands. They were seated in a booth. Shoko and Geto had stolen one side, forcing Utahime to have to sit beside Gojo, so she was trapped inside the booth, sitting across from Shoko.
“It starts at three,” she replies, twirling her straw around in her milkshake, “I’m a bit nervous to be honest.”
“Ah, that’s right. Our girl, Utahime, is famous. I almost forgot,” she hears from beside her, and Utahime bites her lip as she makes eye contact with Shoko, who is subtly shaking her head ‘no’ as if to say “don’t give in to that idiot.”
“But is it real fame?” She hears Geto jump in, “how many subscribers does she have now?”
“She’s probably still at like ten thousand,” she hears Gojo snicker back.
“Didn’t you just break a million last month?” Shoko questions.
Utahime nods in confirmation, “yeah, after my Halloween inspired makeup video blew up, I’ve been gaining subscribers faster than ever. Within a month I jumped from five-hundred thousand to a million. Now, I’m almost at two million already,” and there’s an air of pride in her voice as she speaks, but she is proud of herself.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Geto sounds surprised, which is insulting itself, but then he says, “does that count as real fame though?”
“Do damn near two million people know your name?” Shoko raises a brow, head turning to look at the man beside her, but it’s not him who answers.
“The world knows mine,” Gojo says smugly.
Utahime cast him a nasty glare, but kept her mouth shut. Of course, everyone knew his name. His father ran one of the most well-known businesses in the country, and Gojo was widely known for his looks and business prowess. He’d even done some light modeling for business suits, which he was definitely known for.
“I suppose real fame entails paparazzi harassing you,” Gojo says, a finger on his chin in thought before he looks over to Utahime with a smirk, “ever have the paparazzi chase you down, princess?”
Utahime gives him a strained smile, “no, Gojo.”
“Okay, Iori,” and she’s taken aback for a second from the use of her surname.
For some reason, it doesn’t sit well with her that he’s not calling her by her given name or that stupid ‘princess’ nickname, “Since when have you ever called me Iori?” She narrows her eyes suspiciously.
“Since you won’t call me Satoru,” he states childishly, sticking his tongue out at her.
Utahime’s narrowed gaze softens slightly, “why are you suddenly so adamant about me calling you by your name?”
“Because we’re friends aren’t we?”
“Geto doesn’t seem to care that I don’t call him Suguru.”
“But you could if you wanted,” the other man chimes in with a shrug, “we call you by your name, so it’s not like it’d be weird for you to call us by ours.”
And Utahime can’t really refute that point, but she’s always called them Gojo and Geto, or idiot number one and two, or some other insulting name for them, “you really want me to call you Satoru?”
The white-haired man just gives an exaggerated nod with a lop-sided smile on his face.
“Fine,” she groans half-heartedly, but a small smile tries to make its way to her face, “Satoru.”
“We are an hour in to the live, and I haven’t even started my makeup,” Utahime laughs lightly, her phone pointed at her from the tripod it’s attached to as she sits at her vanity, “I think I’ve spent enough time goofing off and chatting with you guys, so I’m going to finally begin what you guys came here for.”
She checks the comments for a few seconds, letting her subscribers and fans reply back.
Utagirl98 - I’m just happy you’re live girl! I’ve been waiting for this!
Snickerdoodlz - it’s been fun chatting with you tho! You’re so sweet! :3
Blueeyedfreak - you’re perfect in whatever you do beautiful! :)
There were a plethora of more comments, all of them being supportive and kind.
The livestream was going better than Utahime could’ve expected. There were also more people than she expected, but the nerves she had felt earlier melted with every minute she was live. And once she started her makeup, the nerves were all but gone.
She would periodically take breaks to chat and read comments, but for the most part she was steady in getting her makeup done. It wasn’t until she was finished with her makeup, had unboxed a few gifts, and was chatting with commenters again, that she stumbled upon a comment that caught her attention.
Uta#1fan - did you get rid of your wishlist? There’s nothing there anymore.
Confusion filled Utahime because she knows her wishlist isn’t gone, she just added more items to it before she went live, “my wishlist? It should still be there, Uta number one fan. Let me double check,” and she moves offscreen to grab her laptop, returning back to her vanity. She pulls up her wishlist, and low and behold, nothing is there anymore. Almost as if someone just purchased her entire wishlist, but that would be insane.
“Huh? I don’t know what happened. My wishlist is saying nothing is here. Did someone buy out my entire wishlist?” She jokingly asks, “if you did I’d have to marry you on the spot. There were over a thousand dollars worth of items there,” she finishes, chuckling at the notion. She checks her comments again, expecting silly replies, and most of them are until she comes across another unexpected comment.
Blueeyedfreak - So when’s the wedding then?
Utahime’s brows crease slightly because there’s no way someone actually did it, this has to be a joke, “Oh? Blue eyed freak, did you buy out my entire wishlist?” she questions playfully, and she waits for a reply, eyes scanning over incoming comments until she spots the now familiar username.
Blueeyedfreak - Sure did! You want to see the receipt? ;)
Whoever this was had to be messing with her. Right?
“Well, it seems blue eyed freak bought out my entire wishlist guys. Do we trust them?” She asks into the camera, a playful smile on her lips.
Once again, her eyes move down to the comments, watching them roll in.
Utagirl98 - absolutely not
Uta#1fan - they’re obviously lying
BurgerBing - that would be awesome if it’s true tbh
Blueeyedfreak - check your messages princess
At that last comment, Utahime’s eyes narrow. There’s no way it’s HIM, but he’s the only one who calls her that, and if it is him then buying out her entire wishlist is entirely possible.
As she contemplates that thought for a moment, a notification pops up at the top of her screen, and it’s from Gojo.
“I think I’ll believe them if a bunch of packages start showing up at my door,” Utahime laughs gently, “but until then, I’m going to head out. Thank you all for joining my live! I appreciate you and love you guys, and a new video drops next week with a new product I think you guys are going to like. Have a good rest of the day everyone!” And she ends her livestream there before rushing to check the message Gojo had sent her.
Opening it, she sees pictures, but upon further inspection, she notices they’re screenshots. Screenshots that show every item from her wishlist as purchased and ‘waiting to be shipped’.
Utahime’s gut clenches, and her heart does a flip. Why would he do this? Why did he just spend all this money on her? Does he really consider her a friend? Goj- Satoru says it all the time, but she thought it was a joke more than anything with the way he makes fun of her.
She pulls up his contact info, pressing the call button and presses her phone to her ear.
“Hey, princess.”
“Did you seriously buy out my entire wishlist?”
“Sure did.”
And Utahime bites her lip, “why?”
“Can I come over?”
Confusion fills her again. What is up with him? They’ve never hung out on their own, especially not in her home, “why?”
“I have one more gift for you.”
“What? Why? You’ve never gotten me a Christmas present before.”
“This Christmas is special.”
More questions fill Utahime’s head, but she knows he’ll just pester her until she relents because that’s always how he gets his way. He’s too persistent, “fine.”
When he arrives, and Utahime opens the door, he’s dressed in slacks and a button up. He always looks ready to go somewhere nice.
“Hi, princess,” he smirks, stepping inside and shutting the door behind himself.
“Okay, Goj- Satoru. What is all this? Why did you buy out my entire wishlist?”
She watches as Satoru just continues to smirk at her before he steps into her space, head tilted down to look at her, “are you not happy about it?”
Utahime lets out a puff of air as her arms cross over her chest, “No, I’m just surprised. You’ve never exactly been nice to me.”
And he has the audacity to look offended, “I’m always nice to you! We’re friends!”
“If making fun of me, your “friend”, is your way of being nice then you need to relearn what the word “nice” means.”
“Utahime, you know those are all jokes. Besides, you’ve always been more than just a friend in my eyes if I’m being honest. That’s the real reason I mess with you. I also think there’s room for more than just friendship between us. Especially since you said you’d have to marry me for buying everything off your wishlist,” he winks.
That has Utahime reeling because there’s no way he just said that. Does he seriously think she’d want to date him, let alone marry him when she barely considers him a friend?
Choosing to ignore that statement, Utahime just stares at him, “and what exactly is this last gift you have to give me?”
At that, Satoru lets his smirk fall into a smaller, genuine smile, “myself, hopefully.”
Staring into his eyes makes it difficult for her to think straight. His eyes are like blue galaxies, stars hidden everywhere in them. She turns her head, clearing her throat as she answers, “you’ve never shown an ounce of interest before, and you’re not very likable when you’re an asshole to me all the time.”
She feels arms slowly circle her waist, and she knows she should push him away, but she finds herself enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around her.
“I’ve always shown interest, you were just blind to it, and me being an asshole to you? Well, that one's on me, but to be fair, you’re so easy to rile up. Plus, you’re so cute and gorgeous when you’re angry. That’s why I always have and probably always will mess with you,” his voice is barely above a whisper, and one of his hands gently grabs her chin, turning her head to look at him, “but I can try to tone it down,” and he’s so close that Utahime can feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
She looks into his eyes, a lump catching in her throat, and she nods softly, saying quietly, “we can…try.”
And their eyes stay locked as he leans down, quietly whispering, “can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” she whispers back, and their eyes close as their lips meet in a gentle kiss.
His lips taste like sweets and they’re soft and plush, fitting perfectly against hers.
“Merry early Christmas, Utahime,” he says against her lips, and Utahime presses forward, arms sliding up his chest and over his shoulders to hug around his neck, “and for what it’s worth,” he adds, pulling back slightly, “I am sorry for always being an asshole.”
Utahime bites her lip as a smile plays on her face, “I guess buying out my wishlist is a good step towards forgiveness, but next time just use your words,” and she kisses him again before adding on one final thing to say, “and Merry early Christmas, Satoru.”