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Flurrying through the papers that pervaded her desk, Utahime worked in a diligent manner. It was a quiet Friday, ready to depart from the school and prepare for a tranquil night. Couldn’t help but smile, Utahime twirled a curl of her ebony hair with her index finger. An image of a certain sorcerer with the color of winter frost for hair overcrowded her mind.
Helpless as she is, she of course couldn’t be blind to the charm of the accursed man. Nevermore, Utahime would be insane to satisfy his egregious ego if he were to ever learn about this growing attraction over him. It doesn’t hurt to occasionally dream about him. Create a distraction from a reality that held a purpose to bring copious amounts of stress.
Who is she kidding?
Scratch out occasionally, perhaps every day. Even in daydreams, she couldn’t seem to erase him from her head. Whether he ushers anguish or a dream of pleasure, Satoru Gojo is the man that will persist in haunting her every second of life. The worst part?
She likes it. No. Craves that. A heave of warm air leaves her lips, a very deep sigh. Out of all the men in the world, or Jujutsu High… it had to be the one who disrupted her schedule of keeping certain things in order, her habits, the complete opposite of her as a person. And shit, doesn’t that seem sweet?
Right as she sunk into her thoughts, speak of the devil.
Just standing in front of her, the ecstatic Gojo Satoru stood. His blindfold creased and below his chin— not tied around his bright azure eyes. She definitely believed he could see right through her soul, 6 eyes and all that.
His smooth voice slipped out, bringing her out of her daze.
“Well, hello there Utahime. It seems like you’re already expecting me?” His voice carried out a gleeful tone, as if glad she was thinking of him.
Utahime brushed her palms down her red hakama, letting the image she curated of him drift from her mind. Unfortunately, he wasn’t such a humble man with how women would practically drop to his feet to assert submission. She wasn’t going to ever compromise herself like that!
“I’m doing fine, thank you for asking Gojo. What brings you here?” She tried to speak like she was unaffected by his presence. Gojo only gave a wicked smile in return.
“Take a break. We are going out with Shoko— and don’t worry it’s on me.”
She raised a brow to his response.
“Where?”
The sorcerer settled on a seat in front of her, dragging an ankle over his left dress boot.
“Not for you to worry about.”
Utahime scowled at his defiant speaking, she only wanted a location! How else would she know what to dress?
“If you’re overthinking about what to wear, just a cute dress will do. Shoko might give some details!”
Gojo took the steel pen from her grip, playing with the small click on the top repeatedly and dropped the pen back on the desk. Meeting her gaze, he spinned the item into a twirl and grinned. Waving a quick bye as he departed into thin air.
“Remember, 7pm and be ready!”
The words he had spoken still tainted the air, a small blush bloomed over her pale cheeks. His confident manner always brought out a soft spot for him. He still is that same 17 year old boy she’s known for so long, the same cocky behavior. So, can she really say no?
Is it a crime that she wants him?
…
Is it?
Can’t escape, can’t avoid, can’t isolate— it’s he who brings out her worst side, her loving side.
She begins to type, word by word, a message to her beloved Shoko. What did he plan, after all she is curious.
‘So were you going to tell me, or was Gojo telling me enough?’
Seen.
A ring erupts from her phone, namely Shoko who calls. Utahime presses her finger against the green button, picking up the call to her close friend.
“Cheer up, won’t ya?”
“I’m very cheery. Don’t know what to wear, though.”
She hears a soft chuckle from Shoko’s side, scuffling through papers and whatnot before she speaks,
“Wear the sexiest thing you own.”
Utahime choked on the air to the tone of her friend’s words, especially with who they will be hanging out with?
That’s a definite no!
But then again, styling on a beautiful dress, curling her hair even, smoky makeup just to top it off even. It certainly would be quite fun, excluding the fact Gojo would potentially see this new image of her and she obviously can’t bear the sight. Far too troubling, maybe even seductive from her part!
“I don’t know Shoko…” She began to mumble.
“C'mon Senpai, it’s a Friday night! Let loose. We will ignore Gojo and have our own fun time, y'know?"
Utahime placed a palm under her chin, fingers delicately tapping against her cheek as she thought quietly. It doesn't hurt to miss out.
“I’ll see. Also, by any chance do you know the place we will be at?”
“Nope. That bastard didn’t tell me much either. I’ll be picking you up though.”
“Huh. That’s a relief!”
“Always got your back. Anyways, I gotta get going. Wear that dress Mei-san got you!”
“Sure, sure. Love you, Shoko! Bye!”
“Love ya too Hime, byebye!”
The call comes to a descending end, the clock ticking with the time of 6:30 PM.
Shit!
Adjusting the pasty blue blouse, white lace and ruffles perfectly at the end— Utahime gazed at herself in the mirror. Not too much,
I mean, it’s not a freaking date with Gojo. It’s nice to look good, with the whole group and all…
She finished curling the ends of her dark, silky hair. Almost like waves washing in on the shore, along with the touch of nightfall eyeshadow. The Kyoto sorcerer decided on wearing that set from Mei-san, rather than the inappropriate short skirt and top she had gotten her! Practically looked like lingerie, and though she appreciates the gesture— she cannot bring herself to wear that in public. Plus, the eyes of that wretched man ogling her would make her want to scratch out his sight, vision, and any memory of him seeing her in such an outfit.
The doorbell rang with a slight urgency, Utahime peering from the mirror as she latched her gaze onto the door. Is he already here?
Just as she began to walk towards the door, it propped right open with the man that would torture her dignity. A dark navy jacket, the scent of pinewood and cedar filled the air with the grin he wore. Along with the vest, he had a tie that matched the same shade of sky blue of her dress— a peculiar coincidence that the Kyoto sorcerer pondered upon but decided to glimpse over it.
The distraction he drew with his presence is enough to make her shudder. His eyes and lips glinting upwards– more than happy to be here. He steps forward, holding a bouquet that is cluttered with the finest flowers– too expensive for her taste!
“Hey there, Utahime.” Gojo drawled out from his mouth. Pecking a quick kiss to her cheek, perhaps out of manners but to think he even had any is quite astonishing.
“Hi… What was that for?” She muttered.
“That I'm not the kind of man you have in your head.”
Utahime queried a brow at his words, how would he know what she perceives him? That he's frustratingly attractive, the fact her brain pities her? Her own best friend who would mock her?
Before she could respond, he shook his head in a hasty manner.
“A little birdie told me that you were feeling gloomy, not sure if I’m the reason but–”
She couldn’t help but laugh, her worries diminishing. Him being the root of her problems is something she assumed he’d know, whether it be annoying or just someone she wants to lose herself to. He would not know the matter of her deepest feelings, only a facade she may put on.
“Don’t worry so much. I thought Shoko was picking me up?”
“Yeah, she brought her car. Even though I told her numerous times that I would bring it as I'm the spectacular man taking you both out.”
Just in sight, her brunette friend pushed open the door with her hip, covered in a velvet, silk dress with stilettos to match with. She looked absolutely gorgeous, Utahime beamed at her charm.
“Hime! Come here!”
The Kyoto sorcerer rushed to the door to grab Shoko in a soul-crushing hug, at the corner of her eyes– she noticed the sulking man. Before she could go and maybe speak to him, she dropped the thought. It wasn’t her place to worry.
“Missed you like crazy. Can’t believe we haven’t seen each other for so long!” Utahime gushed while dragging the woman to the couch.
Gojo then began clearing his voice, abruptly interrupting the friends reunion.
“Alright, let's get going ladies. Reservation is gonna end pretty soon.”
Utahime shot up her head in hearing about a restaurant? She peered at Shoko, but she merely gave a shrug back.
“Where are we even going?” She questioned Gojo, who was busy brushing through his hair with his fingers, then dropped his hand and ambled to the door.
“You’ll see. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise now.” He winked as he opened the door for the women to leave, following them quietly behind. This was definitely unusual for him to be oddly silent. Did she somehow upset him?
“Hey. You look off. Like, really off.” Shoko started as they walked together, heels clacking in unison.
“Why do you say that?” Utahime shot a glance at her.
“No it's just, your eyes aren’t forward. You keep looking behind, like there's–Wait.”
“What? What are you trying to imply?!”
“Satoru! Come here!” Shoko spun around, barking at him to walk towards them. While Gojo, whose eyes were completely glued to his screen, began to speed up his pace. His brows were furrowed as he caught both the ladies' gaze. Dropping his phone into his trousers pockets, he blew a pale strand away from his lips.
“Something wrong?” Gojo spoke earnestly, like the matter on his phone was truly more important than being with them. Utahime didn’t like that idea at all– and for some godforsaken reason she couldn’t understand why. Her behavior around him would always bring a placid question to the logical part of her brain. Anything she thinks or says would be splattered like mush, nothing at all coherent! Utahime peered at her feet in pity,
This was going to be a long day.
A tap on her shoulder brought her back to the mellow reality she resided in, meeting the azure eyes of Gojo. Which was confusing with the worried face he had plastered on. Lips shut in a tight line, his neck flexing with all kinds of muscles. Damn.
“Hey. Earth to Utahime?”
Shit, shit, shit and she did it again. Somehow got lost into those languid thoughts that are basically considered daydreaming. Not only that, she managed to embarrass herself in front of the man she deemed a hefty problem.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” Utahime gave a weak smile to ensure she didn’t look too idiotic.
A slow grin spread across his perky lips, few of his fanged teeth even showing. Well, He looks fucking delectable.
What the fuck is she even saying? How delusional has her heart gotten?
He pressed both of his warm palms over her waist, wrapping them gently around. She didn’t realize what he was doing until she saw his jacket tied around her. Confused, she mouthed what and he showed a picture on his phone.
Blood. If her day wasn’t already ass, she managed to have gotten her period while hanging out with the guy she had a horrible, no purely stupid, crush on and her best friend.
“Shoko was saying how you’ve been feeling moody, and I'm not saying it's because of your, you know, but I decided we could all spend some time near the water. Heard it was good for the brain.”
“Gojo’s not wrong! It's so breezy here, and the water isn’t too cold!” Shoko yelled out from across, dragging her feet along the brittle sand. Her smile was just like their highschool days, Utahime shuddered. Even after the embarrassing moment she might have just shared with Gojo, he didn’t seem to care at all. Only reassured her, giving her his jacket for her to still enjoy the scenery and not worry. She looked over at him– running around with a beach ball bigger than his head!
She laughed at the sight, finally joining them as she ran. He always brought out the side she pushed aside, a warm blush spreading over her cheeks as the hem of her sky-blue dress flitted in the summer air.
Rushing to go to the bathroom, Shoko had left to go worth Utahime in helping her reduce the mess left on her dress. As they walked out, Gojo was left alone near the restaurant table they all had stopped.
Amused, he went back to scrolling on his phone. Feed of mindless things that many watched, it was his other option than to just wait for the women. Scroll after scroll, he noticed Shoko’s phone constantly ringing— which irritated him a shit ton before finally deciding to look at the name. He is nosy, he will agree with that. But he decided to give up on giving his friend any sense of ambiguity as he checked the ringing phone.
Unknown caller. Okay.
The call ended, though… something strange appeared.
Very, strange indeed.
He scrolled down from the notification of the phone to see a line of Utahime’s messages.
The crazier thing is, they were all about him and not her usual disdain towards him, which he often found funny. The messages were speaking about him in quite the contrary way, a hot blush soaring onto his pale skin.
What the actual fuck? Should his eyes be boggling out his head?
“Shoko!! Respond! I can’t do this anymore! Gojo is being such a stupid gentleman and it’s pissing me off because why does he have to be so idiotically charismatic??”
“Am I losing it?”
“You’re right, I'm a bigger dumbass than Gojo. At least he can top it off looking good and be painfully unaware of his actions. What a lose-lose situation!”
The rest of the messages were just her spamming Shoko to respond. He hurriedly threw the phone back onto the table, swiping a napkin as the women approached— giggling like they were back in their highschool times. It’s definitely a good refresher from the blatant confession he just read.
How the shit was he supposed to act or show any normalcy with her now? He doesn’t even understand how, how she even feels that around him. The amount of insults he could count from her mouth could build up towards the sun!
And now, well, he’s aware of her… well really aware of all her now, he was going to kill Shoko first. For being his best friend and completely useless! She should've told him first about all this nonsense—
“Hey. What's going on in your big head?” Speaking of the devil, his downright immoral friend stung a smile at him. Utahime, who watched him with a quizzical look— for some reason brought a weird flutter to his chest.
“Nothing. What took you guys so long?” He managed to clear his throat, both of them now sitting across from him. She, or Utahime then gave a pretty smile and now he’s being all weird again. He gave a small smile back after a quick moment—
It doesn’t seem to escape her eyes.
“Had to help Hime clear up her mess,” Shoko responded, Utahime ripping a hand to cover her friend’s mouth.
“Hey! You don’t have to air out all my business.”
“I mean, I don’t think Satoru is unaware.“ Shoko chuckled.
To that, his flustered friend shifted her amber eyes to him. He swallowed down a breath of air, squeezing his thigh to stop making it any less awkward.
“Mm, yeah it’s fine.” Gojo spoke as directly as possible, darting his gaze back to Shoko’s phone. He pushed aside the napkin and sprang from his chair amidst a hurry to portray. “It’s late, gotta get going now!”
“Gojo wait you—“ Utahime called out, her hand was in the air, in the same spot he once sat trying to, what was she even trying to do? At least, before he materialized elsewhere in a flash.
“Isn’t that quite strange?” Shoko murmured slowly, pressing a finger to her temple.
Utahime simply couldn’t understand the wavered behavior he just displayed. A complete contrast, she tapped her nails along the table as she mused over his actions.
“I think I’m going to get going now. He’s right, it is late.” She muttered back softly. Shoko only glanced at her, inclining her head.
In a smooth motion, Utahime reached for her purse before departing from the table in a haste walk. There was definitely something off about him, she’ll perhaps discuss the matter later with someone who knows him dearly, if needed.
A week passes as Utahime ponders through Jujutsu High for a meeting with Yaga-sensei, combing through her hair with her fingers. Adjusting the white bow in her hair, she waited outside the door after rapping a few knocks against the wooden door.
In the corner of her eye, a splash of white whooshed by– anyone can recognize the peculiar color. Strange that he didn’t come to bother her, she knew he could sense her cursed energy. So… Why the change of behavior?
Does it correlate back to that night? Or maybe it wasn’t even him, had she mistook him for someone else?
It's like her mind completely stopped at the sight of Gojo, infuriating that he is able to take up so much time and space in her mind. Of course she noticed the slight change in his behavior after that night, something may have occupied him at the moment. Albeit, he is a special-grade sorcerer– best of the country and even the whole world. She swiveled her head to see the sight of a dark silhouette. Resembling the man of her nightmares and dreams quite strong, but what on earth could he possibly be doing?
Annoyed that it's been certainly over 5 minutes, she clacked her heels against the floor to follow the silhouette haunting her eyesight. She gritted her teeth as she sauntered through the hallways… leading to a dorm.
Utahime’s brows furrowed to see the gleaming door that Gojo may have gone behind. She does remember him mentioning having his own dorm at Tokyo Jujutsu High– easier to depart to class rather than living in his “luxurious” penthouse and apartment he owned.
What a show-off, she rolled her eyes at the thought, stifling her chuckle. Finally unable to resist the pull of the door, Utahime ran her fingers over the handle to open–
A firm hand grasped her arm, pressing her into contact with the wall the door resided on.
“What exactly are you doing, Utahime?” He enunciated in a hushed breath near her ear.
This was definitely not helping her case!
“I-I wasn’t doing anything weird–”
His blindfold that was wrapped quite loosely around his eyes, dropped near his neck. The sight of seeing his azure eyes without glasses or a cover brought an unfamiliar fear in Utahime.
“Then, what were you doing? Seems to me you’ve been tryna catch a specific someone’s eyes.”
Her lips gaped in shock, she wasn’t intending to give the wrong idea. But, how could she possibly save her sense of image now without looking like a total freak?
“I’m here for Yaga-sensei, not you!” She spluttered out, to her words he only raised a brow. Releasing his grip from her arm, he stepped back.
“Why are you at my door then?”
Utahime bit her lip, tearing some of the skin trying to think. Think of some stupid retort to make her less dumb to be teased in front of the wretched sorcerer. She crossed an ankle over her left leg before she could dignify an unpretentious response.
Gojo had then dropped both his arms by sides, a splotch of red unfurling on his pale skin.
“Just get back to Yaga-sensei, or whatever. I’ve gotta get going.”
He exhaled a breath, nudging beside her as he left to go inside his dorm. The door clicked in sound, locked.
Did he just get… repulsed by her? Her heart sank in worry.
Had she somehow angered him?
“Utahime! My room is free now.” Yaga shouted out from his lounge, letting Utahime quickly shift her mind to the current issue now.
“Coming!” She called out, voice wavering while she ambled back to the meeting room.
A string of dismay strayed through her body, quietly ailing her steps in order.
After the meeting with Yaga, Utahime feebly walked outside of the high school. Mist covering the blue sky, with clouds soaring the air. The faint touch of rain could be felt on her skin, glancing upwards.
It was raining, and lucky her– she didn’t have an umbrella. Grumbling under her breath, she tried her best to not let her boots be covered in mud with the drizzle of rain only getting heavier.
Oh shit, the water might ruin my hair. She thought glumly, ripping off her ivory ribbon to tie her hair together.
She floundered around to find a tree to seek shelter in–resting her back against the bark to let out a sigh.
It seemed like nature didn’t want her to receive peace with the way she felt a presence behind her.
“Utahime? What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, shaking his hair from the drops of water that fell right in.
Noticing the weird hesitancy still in his behavior, she took a step forward. And just like she predicted,
He took another two steps backwards.
“What are you doing, Gojo?” Utahime cried out whilst the monsoon rain poured. Her clothes are completely drenched, but she still wants to understand what was going on in his head.
To let the words that have been strangling her, ever since that eventful night. His care for her was not lost in her eyes, she appreciated it more deeply than he could ever sought for. Maybe it's the dumb allure she always feels she must trail after him.
He had switched his infinity off. His rosy lips sputtered with no speech, inconsistent was the only word she could name for him.
Inconsistent in everything, especially with how Gojo suddenly grasped her palm to pull her forwards, a silver of hope to travel in the cracks of her heart. The feeling of materializing always made her stomach queasy.
Now they were both inside his dorm. Utahime left his grasp almost immediately to take a breather. She felt the stupid pounding in her chest could be heard from a mile away, no way Gojo couldn’t hear.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.” He sighed, unbuttoning his jacket to place on the chair near the entry.
“Yeah. Maybe.” Utahime scoffed at his indigance, what was she even getting herself in? She sprawled onto the couch–yanking the ribbon out from the dainty curls that had formed. He looked like he was suffering from some kind of chronic illness. But then, her eyes travelled to the black whoof of hair standing next to him.
“Megumi?” She said, baffled. “What happened?”
Gojo, still standing in the same area, propped a hand around the boy’s shoulder. “I was helping him with his, uh, cursed technique… prior to you voyeur-ing outside of my dorm.” The sorcerer grinned. Giggling like that wasn’t a horrible joke, but it seems like he was being himself again. Megumi then had jabbed a hard hit into Gojo’s torso with his hip– to that, Utahime smiled.
“If you had let me explain–”
Gojo quick to interrupt, “There’s no need for that. Your confession would already cover why.” He muttered so lowly, she couldn’t guarantee whatever the hell he said.
“Confession?” Utahime scrunched her nose at the precise word he chose.
The boy mumbled something about two idiots before walking away to depart to his room. Leaving the two of them alone.
She raised from the couch to meet the accursed man, with him treading a step back every moment she came forward.
“Mind elaborating? I’m not fucking dumb, Gojo.”
“Never said you weren’t.”
“So what’s this? What are we?” She waved her arms around to show the bubble he created almost as if to protect himself from her. Frustration only continued to boil under her skin
“What do you mean? I–”
“Gojo. Please don’t fuck with me right now. Why did you even take me out, why do all these nice shitty things, yet be a complete moron? I didn’t want to talk to Shoko about the nonsense that has been happening between us, but you know one thing I can say? Not only are you careless, You’re also an actual fucking jackass–I mean come on. Did I do something wrong?” Her eyes welled up with tears wanting to break out, cheeks swelling with swirls of red.
All the restraint within him broke. The sorcerer shoved forward to pull Utahime into his arms, a hard, but sweet kiss, pressed over her lips. Salty tears mixed with their mouths as they continued, bracing her over the couch.
His hands slid down towards her hips, holding her closer until he untangled his mouth from hers.
“Shoko already knows. I’m sorry for how I… kissed you. It’s just–” Gojo pressed his lips over her right cheek. He let her wrap her arms around his neck, soft exhales.
“I didn’t want to ruin us, with me. Love is probably the hardest thing for me to cherish and obtain. Don’t get me wrong, I do… care for you a lot more than I probably should. If it wasn’t obvious, I felt like..”
“Distance was needed?” She murmured in tender words.
His lips lit up in a smile, a dark strand of hair curled near her ear– twirling the strand, though reservation behind his action could be felt.
“Mm. Don’t know if that was the right choice, I was being sneaky and saw Shoko’s phone of messages all coming from you. And guess the astonishment I had that the Utahime Iori felt the same ravaging feelings I savored for years?
“It was so not ravaging! You were also being a dick after you found out.” She palmed his cheek, he nudged his slim nose against her hand.
“Felt like you wanted to ravage me. I mean can you blame me for wanting to air out some steam?”
“Steam!?” Utahime gaped.
“Wearing that cute blue dress for me, acting all sweet. It was fucking hard to avoid you when the image of you dressed like an angel came to bless me.”
She rolled her eyes, still leaning into the warmth of his body.
“Just please, don’t avoid me when you feel…lost. Like you’re some kind of player–”
He pressed another sweet kiss to her lips, cupping a hand around her supple skin. The ebony bangs brushed along Gojo’s wisps of snow, their foreheads clashing together in a brief touch.
“I promise. I really do.” He spoke earnestly, Utahime’s chest was sure to explode.
“I know, idiot.”
“Shit. The couch is completely soaked.”
“What? Why?” She fretted, trying to leave his hold.
“Because, dear Hime, we were both drenched from the rain. I’ll get us some towels. Just wait here, mkay?”
Utahime bobbed her head at his words, a faint laugh escaped his lips as he left the couch. She tried to brush out her bird's nest of hair, make it seem a little more neat before he came back. To her surprise, Megumi was sitting at the dinner table; Gojo rustling the boy’s hair haywire with wide amusement while holding a few towels.
He caught her eyes and grinned, the weak heart of hers only soared. She smiled warmly back, a star ‘player’ for sure.