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Sometimes, the sorcerer world was overwhelming. You woke up in the morning, feeling like there was a brick on your chest and a pain in your heart, and the only thing that could possibly change it would be to run away and never look back.
Then you remember your gorgeous girlfriend Utahime, and it all gets just a little bit easier. Sorcerers often live short lives, you knew that all too well, and so you’d elected to make the most of the life you had. You’d asked Utahime to be your girlfriend without hesitation a few months ago now, half convinced she wouldn’t asy yes - because God she’s so gorgeous, why would she? Then.. she did. Much to both your surprise, and elation. You had a girlfriend. It felt childish just how pleased you were. The two of you were still very firmly in the honeymoon phase, and you were half convinced that you’d never leave it.
You couldn’t imagine this feeling ever fading.
You’d planned a date for the two of you, something simple that would get Utahime off campus and you out of bed to spend time with her. You’d been on a handful of dates together, largely centred around going somewhere and having food, so you wanted to do something different. You’d found a place that offered pottery painting in the centre of Kyoto, and figured that would be perfect. Simple, sweet, and you could laugh together about how awful you both were at art. It was a perfect date, at least in your mind. Then, you could always eat after if you wanted to, no reason to dismiss a second location out of hand.
It was only casual, yet you spent a little longer than you probably should’ve on picking out your outfit anyway, making sure it was perfect. It was no less than she deserved. When you picked her up, obviously you were right there to take her hand in yours, letting her walk on the inside of the pavement away from the road, away from the danger. You made an effort to be the perfect partner for her, at every opportunity.
Your plan was too perfect though, you realised as you sat in the quaint little studio. There was no such thing as a perfect date, you should’ve known better. Of course there was one thing you hadn’t accounted for. How could you?
“Yours is so much better than mine..” You murmured, looking between your plate and Utahime’s mug. You’d managed to paint a haphazard, slightly deformed looking cartoon squid in the centre, all wobbly lines and imperfect colours. Utahime, though? She’d painted a delicate sakura tree, branches winding around the mug, petals falling down from the branches, including painted inside the mug itself. It was cruel, really. “Yours is cute.” She replied with that soft laugh that always charmed you, made your heart melt in all the right ways. “Mine is.. disturbed.” You grumbled as you looked back down at the poor squid - octopus? - at the centre of your plate. “I like him.” Utahime declared, reaching over to take your hand in hers, fingers linking together. “You’re just saying that because you have to.” “No I don’t. I could tell you that he’s deformed and ugly - but I’ve decided I like that about him.” “Awh that- wait what!” The laughter that followed your realisation was far less delicate, all energy, and she even snorted, which only made her laugh harder, doubling over in her chair. Everyone else was looking at the two of you, judgement in their eyes, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered when she was this happy.