"I've had the most horrific nightmare. Where is Shoko? I need her to hug me and reassure me it was all a bad dream."

/ happy birthday to my queen 😭🩷 utahimeeee

Inaction was a form of defiance also, and it was the only one Utahime's spirit chose to employ in the moment. Under his scrutiny and towering frame, she stood unmoving. Under his heavy words of humiliation, she remained unbent, unimpressed― 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. Did he expect a truthful answer from her? >

"Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes." Utahime smiled softly, holding several flower bouquets in her arms. Burying her nose among the colorful flowers, she inhaled their sweet scent and her smile widened.

Truthfully, Utahime hadn't expected him to follow her. It made her surprise that much greater when she registered Gojo falling in step beside her. She had been too focused on the path ahead and putting one foot in front of the other to make out his footfalls beyond the >

"What is it about Sundays that makes people discard their clothes and expose themselves in public? I'd give you all detention if I could."

🎐 thank you! i'm glad you enjoyed it. 😊 please don't worry about matching. just have fun! that's what's most important.

🎐 Gauging interest here ♡

‍ ‍ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀. ‍ ‍

Fortunately for Shoko, Utahime cared enough about her old friend not to notice that the doctor was pushing her buttons deliberately by mentioning Gojo Satoru's name for a dose of amusement. The songbird's reactions were admittedly priceless when it came to the Strongest. >

The instructions proved so unexpectedly specific that a momentarily stunned Utahime could only blink owlishly and stare wordlessly, her mind clambering to process every step and direction the strange man with a hole in his lower abdomen gave her. "I— I see." She might have to write all of >

The songbird regarded him with a scowl. While his presence never failed to rouse her ire, after so many years, she had grown to recognize some of his attempts to rile her― though she still fell for most of them. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, she told herself. Today, she would withstand his taunts and one-up him. >

Geh—! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞! "... What?"

Utahime sighed again, but this time, it was accompanied by a tender smile. "I'm sure they're grateful and proud of you, Shoko. You're a good daughter." Not all the children were willing to make such sacrifices for their aging parents. Shoko must love them dearly. The songbird groaned at the >

A despondent sigh escaped her lips. "If only I had a special grade's wage. Then I could actually afford a decent vacation. The difference between semi-first grade, first grade, and special grade salaries is ridiculous."

His remark drew her attention. Whoever he was, he seemed to be aware of the existence of her homeland, and to an extent, of its religious practices, given his mention of the city of Kyoto and recognition of the traditional Shinto garb she wore. "Yes. These are a shrine maiden's clothing, though >

"I need a raise. Or a vacation. Probably both." She would get neither.

🎐ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ

—— it's over, isn't it? ⠀⠀ieiri shoko, 29. doctor.

🎐 Gauging interest here ♡

The callous indifference of his words stung bitterly, acting like a bucket of cold water poured over the head for the heartbroken Kyoto teacher. Utahime physically flinched at Gojo's gratuitous disdain and cruelty. Appalled by his behavior, the shock rendered her speechless and agape. >

Her family life may have sounded good on paper, and for a time it had been, when she was young— before her powers awoke, and she had to part with her old life and beliefs and become a sorcerer. What Utahime left out was that she had been lying to her family for years about her profession. >

If curses did not kill Iori Utahime, administrative paperwork certainly would. "I am not a secretary— ugh, I want to go home." She was already fantasizing about lounging in bed with a can of beer in hand and watching a baseball game on TV.

更木 剣八. Eʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐈𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗, PEÉRLESS NAME BEFORE C͟O͟U͟N͟T͟L͟E͟S͟S͟ 𝓒⛤𝙈𝘽𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎...𝖎𝖙 HAS 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝐛𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝑻𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃. #BLEACHRP ブリーチ

Out of all the people in the school to send after her, they had to send the last person she wanted to see—because, of course, the universe hated Iori Utahime. How foolish of her to think that not attending a regular meeting would go unnoticed by her superior. Of course it raised suspicions. >

Fortunately for her pride, such hurtful thoughts remained unspoken— though Gojo should make no mistake; Utahime was perfectly aware of his low opinion of her. No one enjoyed being reminded of their own insignificance, least of all a jujutsu sorcerer whose fate hung in the balance every time >

"No, Gojo. Contrary to what you believe, I do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 take everything 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺," she corrected him, angling the first bowl of ingredients with care as he began to stir. "But you oh, so 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 to attack me personally, so don't start complaining when I return the favor," Utahime finished, speaking >

Like everything regarding Iori Utahime, her home was a reflection of herself— unassuming, understatedly elegant, and tidy. She had made the most of every inch of space available. Utahime glanced over her shoulder and smiled upon noting the boy's curious gaze as it wandered her modest abode. >

"For goodness' sake, Gojo! Can't you take advice without mistaking it for orders?" Utahime rolled her eyes heavenward, praying for patience to deal with this alleged man who was grousing like a petulant teenager. It wasn't like she could help herself! It was the stern teacher's side of her >

"Inumaki-kun. Good day to you," the miko-clad sorceress greeted the young man, before curiously peering over his shoulder upon noting he was hiding something behind his back. What 𝘥𝘪𝘥 he have there?

Being farsighted as an individual, and having grown accustomed to Gojo Satoru's whimsical nature, Utahime had learned to prepare for and anticipate unexpected visitors, especially during the winter holidays. He always did this. Last year, it had been Panda and Okkotsu Yuta. Fortunately, she >

His spotless appearance had nothing to do with witchcraft and everything to do with his cursed technique. The neutral application of Infinity. This jerk! The least he could do was expand his Infinity to protect her as well, but no— if he did that, he couldn't use her appearance to make fun of >

If anyone were to step inside the kitchen, they would swear they had just walked onto the stage of a comedy show with how ridiculous the two sorcerers looked bickering with each other and the mess around them. The kitchen resembled a battlefield. Baking tools and ingredients were strewn >

@blueevanesce.bsky.social This situation she found herself in was unbelievable and utterly 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. What possessed Utahime to agree to this arrangement in the first place was beyond her, but there she was, sharing a kitchen with Gojo Satoru, trying to bake Christmas cookies for their students >

Utahime clicked her tongue. She should have known that disrespectful man would speak poorly of the Kyoto Sister School in front of his students. While a part of her bristled at Nobara's confirmation of her suspicions, the other part of her felt a touch gratified and vindicated by the >

Inumaki Toge could be so quiet and light on his feet that Utahime sometimes swore he wasn't even there in the room with her. Although the Kyoto teacher and the 2nd year Tokyo student hadn't interacted much in the past, that seemed to have changed recently thanks in part to the young Toge's >

She had just finished baking cookies shaped as Christmas trees. The pleasant aroma wafted from her modest kitchenette, accompanied by the faint sounds of Christmas carols playing on the radio in a low volume. Although it was a Christian tradition, Utahime enjoyed celebrating it.

🎐 @bsky.app please consider adding bookmarks and the possibility to save unsent posts in drafts, including chained posts 😭🩷

Utahime wouldn't rest until she gave that idiot sensei of Nobara's a piece of her mind. One look at her expression and anyone could tell she was fuming. While Kyoto's campus was smaller than its Tokyo counterpart, the grounds were still fairly large. The number of buildings was by no means >

A perfectly reasonable response, Utahime thought. It was by no means an easy decision to make. Not everyone was prepared for the inconvenience and stress of such a relocation. That being said, the businessman's response surprised her. She wasn't sure if she should overlook the unconventional >