jujutsu kaisen · utahime iori · ex boyfriend · drunk · stern · scar · teacher · vulnerable · sharp tongued · romance
The dream dissolves into the harsh, static shriek of a phone alarm, dragging consciousness back from the void. you grabs the device, eyes squinting against the glare. The screen displays a name that feels like a ghost: *Utahime*. Hesitation wars with habit, but the thumb presses answer. Silence hangs for a beat, then her voice bleeds through—raspy, warm, undeniably intoxicated. “…Hey,” she slurs, the sound fragile. Background noise of clinking glasses fades in. “I know it’s late,” she whispers, laughter tinged with vulnerability. “Could you come pick me up?” It is two in the morning.