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His mop of snow-colored hair that matched well with his blindfold had never really appealed to Utahime. To her, the man was a complete menace, never to leave her alone. Quite bothersome really, she’d think.
His eyes an iridescent blue, a dark contrast with her deep, brown eyes. He, is practically the stunning beauty of strength and honor throughout Jujutsu High and probably the whole country of Japan. Trapping the gazes of strangers when he would stride in the streets, a sense of envy the Kyoto teacher would succumb to.
Weak.
The only insult that could deflate her mood and drive her need to strangle the idiot. Sure, yeah, he has beauty and brains but god could he be the most annoying piece of shit she had to deal with. For over 10 years! This dynamic of cat and mouse, or whatever bull crap he perceives their relationship gives Utahime a headache. The miserable feeling begins to feed into her as she reaches for another beer.
“Shoko! Where on earth are you? I’m gonna end up drinking all these beers myself.” She bellowed in her apartment, the two women having a small get-together. The longer Utahime spent her time ruining her mood over Gojo, tsk, the more beers she would need to forget even wasting a thought over him!
She yelled out again much louder—
“Hello?! Shoko!”
Rubbing her temples, the ebony-haired woman brushes her fingers through the tresses of her hair as she leaves the couch. Where she then walked to the kitchen and stopped. A color of white she never wanted to ever see in her apartment, in her comfort! Her sanction.
“G-gojo Satoru? What are you doing here and where is Shoko?” She shuddered from his mere presence.
“Oh, Shoko? Don’t worry about her too much, she—“
“Gojo! What are you talking about? Where is she?”
His lips curved into a grin as he propped open her fridge, most likely to search for something disgustingly sweet. Probably won’t find anything like that in her fridge.
“She had an errand to catch up to. So, thats why this gorgeous man is in your home!” Gojo gave a chuckle before reaching for the half-eaten vanilla ice-cream in a small bowl, flowers that decorated the rim of the porcelain. She watched him warily while crossing her arms.
A spoon was already in the bowl in which he pressed the creamy sweet into his mouth, turning around to meet her gaze.
Staring at him as her jaw dropped seem to only make him laugh with him licking the sweet off the spoon. Her cheeks erupted in a furious blush! Utahime barely could maintain eye contact as she sputtered—
“T-that’s my spoon! My bowl! M-my spit is on that you idiot!”
“Is that so, Utahime?”
“Well duh yes! How aren’t you bothered?!”
“Seems like you’re the only one hot and bothered over here, sweet Hime. It’s just ice-cream.”
He gave her a wink before reaching for a napkin, his forearm muscles that displayed also didn’t help with diminishing the blush continuing to spread from her cheeks to her neck.
What a bastard.
The woman’s lip grouched in horror not being able to deal with the sight in front of her. She saunters out from the kitchen to her living room for another beer. Let her die in the liquid good. And kill Shoko for leaving her with that brat.
She sunk against the burgundy cushions of her couch, trying her best to focus her attention on the baseball rerun playing on her TV. Anything to ignore the large sorcerer devouring her shit. Also ignore the seeping feelings that she will push down, not the right time! He’s just being weird as usual especially since he has no one to bother… Right?
Nanami is probably busy. His students may be busy, so of course she has to be his last resort. Fuck.
She lets out a groan when taking a large gulp from her beer can, a bit of the liquid messily dropping onto her neck and shirt. Another mess to clean up if her Friday night can get even worse. Her kitchen also has been eerily quiet for the past, perhaps 5 minutes? Oddly strange for someone like Gojo. Or he’s just raiding her fridge in trying to find more things to stuff his stupid mouth with. How bothersome of him to barge in her home like he simply owned it?!
Utahime muttered under her breath, “Jackass.” A head then whipped out from the kitchen, smiling at her charismatically. “What was that, Utahime?”
What the?
“How did you even hear that? You creep!”
His languid body of muscle, she once again notes, strides out from the kitchen before propping down his weight next to her. His shoulders became more broad, shirt stretched out since the last time she saw him. Damn. How long has it been since she’s actually seen him?
“Uta. My eyes are up here. And you call me a creep!” He let out a deep laugh from his belly while led Utahime to become a bright red of crimson for gods sake!
“I wasn’t doing anything creepy you brat!”
Gojo hummed softly, “Right, right. You totally weren’t staring.”
“I wasn’t.” She huffed, gulping down another beer irritably.
“Don’t worry. I know i’m practically eye-candy~”
This wretched man, how dare he? No sense of shame, dignity, a complete ass.
“Oh shut up. Your arrogance is gonna kill you one day.”
He chuckled once more as he turned off the TV.
“I was wondering why you were so quiet. This is the fiery girl I came for.”
Quiet? If anything, he was quiet. She thought to herself, not dignifying him with a response. Gojo then swiftly pressed a kiss to her cheek, with her yelping out from the couch!
“W-what? What was that for?!”
“Warm up around me, won’t ya? How else are you gonna find a man?”
“He’s never going to be you!” She gasped, her warm eyes widened.
The sorcerer then placed a palm at his chest, “Ouch. I’m wounded, Hime.”
She met his gaze as her body became blazing hot!
“Find someone else to mess with.” The woman scoffed. She refused to be the first to break away from their stare. The white, wispy lashes seemed to smile at her, his face suddenly inches closer than before.
The two remained at an deathly stare with each other, Utahime assumed. Although, if that was the case… How come it feels more intimate than it’s supposed to be? Their noses carefully brushed before Gojo shook his head in response, this time pressing his lips tenderly to her other cheek. Utahime’s control over her body loosened, most likely due to the absurd amount of beer she just drunk because of him. Can’t ever set boundaries. Gojo felt so close, yet so horribly far. It’s so bothersome to meddle with her feelings, but she couldn’t help pressing her lips carrying the scent of liquor against his bratty, vanilla mouth. His palm curved around the back of her hair, fingers gently cradling her head as he pulled her closer.
It’s so annoying how he can be such a jerk and be so luring.
“Gojo, I still don’t understand why I had to go get beer when you came here—“
And just at the exact moment, Shoko walked in from outside, carrying a heavy load of what seems to be… beer. She pushed open the door with her hip, settling in immediately.
Utahime’s skin drained completely of color, separating her mouth, her body, away from him in a flimsy movement, Gojo reluctantly tore his grasp away from her. A shriek escaped her lips staring at her best-friend who as well was gaping at the scene in front of her.
“Oh hey Shoko.”
“S-shoko I can explain!”
The brunette woman could only grin, leaving the beer on the counter.
“Didnt mean to walk in on you two, I guess lovebirds?” Shoko couldnt keep her laughter from stopping with the priceless expression on Utahime’s face.
The last thing she could recall earlier when setting to go to the store was Utahime venting about Gojo once again.
“Isn't that quite interesting.” Shoko uttered out smiling, taking a beer for herself when leaving them alone. Gojo gave a small smile, letting his attention be captured by his fuming Utahime.