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The crisp air of fall soars through the clouds of Jujustu High. Along the path that follows, Iori Utahime is seen crossing the steps that prolonged to her dorm room in Tokyo. A headless sigh escapes her lips as she continues to walk.
“Curse him, curse his face, curse his treacherous mouth that spills absolute nonesense!” She grips the hem of her hakama harshly as she saunters in quick steps to her dorm. Where on earth is Shoko? The stupid brat is pissing me off!
She grasps the doorknob and an awful feeling steads her mind, her lips parched.
“….?”
A soft breathing can be heard from inside. Inside her dorm?! Utahime lays her temple towards the door, her dark bangs fall over her eyebrows. She continues to press her cheek towards the door to hear any other sounds of a living being that rudely parched themselves in her room!
“Agh… my stomach…” A muffled sound of someone familiar, can’t get a hold on. Who could that be? Shoko? She’s the only one that has her other keys to the dorm. Well, at least it better be her. Finally, she leaves the grasp of the door knob, heaving herself through the door and glancing around, her steps hushed as she approaches the unwelcome guest.
And lo and behold.
“Gojo?! What in gods forsaken name are you doing in my room—“
“Ah..! Utahime! I was wondering where you were. I walked in and found none of your cursed energy lying around. So of course, as your kouhai, it’s my duty to find where you could possibly be—“
A huff escapes her lips as she frantically searches around her room for anything gone or missing. She will deal with this later, for now she needs to find Shoko!
Ignoring his white hair tilting, his eyes searching her as he drums his fingers across her desk. Utahime sighs deeply and meets his gaze… actually forgetting him in her room for a mere minute.
“Hah, did you forget i’m here Utahime~? I mean, my handsome face can’t be that forgettable!”
She strains her gaze towards the floor, another huff escaping her lips. A second longer, her blood pressure will fly through the roof! She lays her sandals towards the entrance of her door and finally deciding to interact with this horrific, dumb, insolent 6-eyed freak in her sanction!
“Why, yes. I did forget! I was doing fine till I heard your idiotic voice, reminding me of your accursed presence.” Utahime grunts and grabs her silky bow from his lingering fingers. “And stop touching my shit! Why are you even here?!”
Gojo taken aback from her cursed energy suddenly all over the room. He grazes the rim of his sunglasses, before taking it off and holding it in his pale fingers. Sighing, he stands up from her desk. His tensed blue eyes can be spotted beneath those elucidate lashes.
Utahime presses her thumb against the silky ribbon as she waits for the accursed man to speak. Her feet tapping against the rigid floor, as she holds his gaze. Gojo then, in increasingly fast steps meets her cursed energy grazing against his body.
“Yeah so, Suguru wanted to know if you still had his book—“
“You idiot! You came all this way to get Getos book? You could’ve just called—no texted me!” She lets out a soft sigh and retracts her steps to her desk, laying across it was the book she had borrowed from Geto.
She begins to remember her aching love for poetry, the words that sit so eloquently against the page, ah, a complete beauty indeed. With Gojo here, ruining her moment for the book and she walks towards him. Placing the book gently on his awaiting palms. A slight touch flamed the tips of her fingers but could also be ignored.
With Gojo still here, she was confused. Why hasn’t he teleported or do his little technique to go away? Any longer here and she is sure to burst!
Raising an eyebrow, she takes a step back to her bed and watches his eyes. Now, hidden again behind those sunglasses. For some reason, her heart feels tight. Weird. But pushing down the strange, ugly, feeling down- she opens her mouth to speak until he rushes forward, shoving her into his arms!
A screech followed, with a loud gasp. “GOJO!! What the hell do you think you are doing?!”
“Utahime— look, I don’t know, but I feel completely terrible and i’m not exactly sure why and well since your here I figured—“
She shoves him back, horrified of the quick beating in her chest, her silky bangs ruined by his grasp. And… his infinity is off? His eyes flicker to the motion that just happened, with the corners of his mouth tipped down. Why the hell is he upset?
Utahime fixing her self to be presentable, places her hands on her hips. “Figured what, exactly Gojo? And also, i’m your senpai! How many times do I have to lecture you about this?!”
“I feel sick. I don’t know why. I don’t feel like going to Shoko, and well after Suguru told me to get your book, I figured why not also let you take care of me?”
Take care of him?! What is he, 5?
“Oh and, why would I do that?” Her brown eyes narrowed. Pressing herself against the bed as she takes note of how weird he’s been acting. He does seem troubled. But sick? How hasn’t she noticed?
“I-i.. well… you’re always so.. fond of Shoko, and you took care of Haibara that one time, and he was so appreciative of that…And of course i’m gonna be intrigued by how our dear upperclassman could be—“
Her mind blanches and she lets out a deep groan. Seriously? Is he even sick? He came here to bother her about a fake illness with the excuse of Haibara! But… then again. Didn’t she hear him bemoaning in her room, something about a stomach ache? God. Is she really going to do this?
“Okay, okay, whatever. What’s making you so sick? The faster we do this, faster you’re out!”
“Oh Utahime~ I know you would be so sympathetic enough to take care of me!”
“Huh?! Take care of you? It’s FAR from that! Don’t let it get stuck in your big headed self.”
“And you know, my heads not the only thing that is big—“
“Alright. That is enough! Disrespecting me by coming in my room without my permission is one thing, two, speaking about impudent words is another! I am YOUR SENIOR!”
And she couldn’t control it. Now, her blood pressure is crazy high from this white haired, dumb sorcerer in her dorm, she’s screaming at him, hoping he would get a grip of understanding that she even took him in concern!
Suddenly, a shuffle of sound can be heard from the ground and her eyes dart to where the sound was heard. Gojo, his hair all ruffled as he grips his stomach in great pain. A series of, “Ow’s!” and “Agh…” can be heard from his mouth. His long, white lashes, shut onto his cheekbones. His lips curved down, and now why is she weirdly paying attention towards his face?
She gets up from her bed to meet her doom laying on the floor, moaning in befouled pain. Sighing, she kneels down across him.
“Gojo? Is it your stomach…?”
“Well obviously—“
Rolling her eyes, she grasps his hands gently away from his stomach and pushes him up onto his feet. His lips slightly parted as he observes her, she then takes his wrist and sits him on her bed. Rubbing her temples in aghast.
“Sit here— don’t move or touch anything. I’ll make something for you.”
He only merely nods and glances elsewhere in her room. Subtly knocking his teasing out.
Utahime notices his silence, her jaw tight as she saunters to her kitchen. Dialing Shoko’s number as humanly fast as possible—
Please, please, please pick up! I feel like i’ll die any second longer i’m here with that idiot!
“Utahime! Who are you calling—“
And she was hoping he was dumb enough to not hear the ringing. 6-eyed and 6-eared freak. But, then again, a bit of stupid sympathy tings her heart and she lets out a soft breath.
“Gojo! It’s just… Shoko. Lay down and rest. Quit being in my business.” She utters from the kitchen, her phone crammed against her ear. Her beloved friend then picks up!
“Oh Shoko, you can’t believe the day I had-!”
“Ahh… Utahime senpai! Sorry, I was going to meet you at your dorm but something came up.”
“Shoko it’s fine, I know you would have something to—“
A pained sound can be heard, with a quiet yet persistent tugging at her sleeve. She turns around to yank her wrist away and finds Gojo, helplessly gazing at her. His eyes glazed and his lips parted. And… his uniform off?!
A flush burns her cheeks as she pulls her phone away from her ear… slowly.
“Utahime-senpai! Are you there? Hello?”
“Shoko. I’ll call you back later.” Abruptly ending the call. Her gaze travels down to his navel, his shirt completely off leaving him with his dumb bare chest out!
She can feel the crimson tint following towards her neck as she treads a heavy step back.
“G-gojo, w-why… what.. is your shirt doing off?”
He first watches her eyes flutter and he realizes too, his shirt is indeed off. Huh. When did that happen? He thought to himself.
But ignoring that, he brings back no distance with each other as he steps forward. “Oh yeah, sorry about that. It’s.. kinda hot? You were…um taking too long.”
Utahime unable to speak any more, her mouth completely dry as she gives him a slight nod. If anyone were to see them, they would definitely think the wrong idea!
“I..I see. Go sit down. I’ll come in a bit.”
“How long is a bit, Utahime?”
The way he spoke her name with such a strange, soft tone, made her realize she shouldn’t take the matter of the strongest sorcerer in her room, sick, lightly.
“D-do you want to sit at the table then? I promise I won’t take too long.” A mental face palm for whatever the hell she just said. Her heart increased in speed as she follows his lips turning slightly up. A grin. The tension leaving his broad shoulders as he closes their distance even more.
“What could I do without you Hime? Hmm?”
A cheeky grin at his dusted pink lips as he walks away to the table, his phone in his hands as he turns his attention to the device.
Now, he’s definitely freaking her out but as soon as she makes something to heal him, this weird situation will be over, right?
Earliar, when she had fought with Gojo in the morning it was before his mission, and he of course pissed her off, before giving a playful wave as he teleported. Teasing her over the same matter of being weak, this time he spotted her giving a hand-made bento to Nanami. A gift for him reprimanding Gojo, a memory now dear in her heart. She smiles to herself, pacing in the kitchen as she cuts up various kinds of vegetables for the warm soup she will make.
She remembers Gojo seeing her exchange the bento-box for Nanami, and jeering at the fact of how much of an old woman she can be. She should’ve throttled him then. She grabs green onion, swiftly cutting it on her wooden board along with some tofu to soak in the miso soup she will make.
She glances back at Gojo, him grinning at his screen, still, with no shirt on. She lets out an exhale as she stirs the finale of the miso soup in a warm, red bowl, steam whistling. The scent was indeed, a stomach wrenching aroma! She takes a small sip from the spoon, forgetting to wash it as she brings the bowl to him.
“Here. Drink up.” She mutters, placing the bowl at his, pale, calloused hands. He seems tired, now that she noticed.
“Utahime.” A rough murmur that spilt from his lips.
Her chest strains and cheeks a flustered shade of pink as she hears his voice. Why does he sound like that?!
“Y-yes, Gojo..?”
Slowly, he hankers himself out from the small chair he does seem too large for with his height, taking her hand. Perturbed, he seems less tensed now as she lets him grasp her hand. His lips part as he brings her knuckles to his lips, laying a soft, rueful kiss to her skin.
With the skin contact, especially him shirtless, this inevitably made her dumbstruck! “W-what—“ she barely manages to sputter from her mouth. Immediately retracting her hand, her heart pounding like a mad-man.
This is worse than what I thought. He seems…out of his mind. His eyes even more glazed, like he’s yearning the fact I let my hand slip from his lips.
She rushes to the bathroom door, noticing her disheveled state and hoping that maybe.
This was all a dream.
She gazes at her knuckles, the skin where Gojo’s beautiful, reddened lips made contact with and smiled at her so earnestly as he did.
This is all too confusing.
It seemed like a hour had passed as she leaves the bathroom door, only to see the miso soup finished with no hint of his presence anywhere. Her heart tugged a bit, leering at the small note left behind.
She picks up the note as it reads,
“Hime. Thanks for the soup. I’ll make it up to ya next time. ;)”
Idiot! How will he make it up? It was… just soup after all.
She had first thought that maybe he left because he was bummed out, I mean, she did rush to the bathroom, not wanting to gaze back at those strangely bare eyes of his. Maybe his sunglasses were off, and it was harder to stare at him. To meet his eyes as he kissed her skin. Or maybe, it just felt too intimate. Perhaps, he thought it was a rejection from her part?
Now that he left a note… she wonders how he will make it up. Her eyes then falter as she gawks at the letters below his words.
“You’re my sanction.”