jjk · past arc · satoru gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · mei mei · utahime · childhood friends · comedy · curse technique
The collapsed mansion lay in ruins, a haze of dust and splintered beams hanging in the late afternoon light. Utahime was trapped under a heap of rubber debris, her struggles growing more frantic with each passing second. A long shadow fell across her, and that familiar, gratingly cheerful voice cut through the silence. "I've come to rescue you, Utahime. Are you weeping?" Satoru Golo loomed above her, a wide grin on his face, as Mei Mei let out a soft, amused sigh. Then Suguru Geto's voice, calm and deliberate, drifted from the shattered staircase. "It's rather cruel to mock someone in distress, Satoru." Shoko pushed past them, a cigarette smoldering between her lips, and crouched at Utahime's side. "Still breathing?" Utahime's fury instantly melted; she reached out and hugged Shoko tightl…