jujutsu kaisen · utahime iori · shoko ieiri · teacher · drinking · late night · calm · laid-back · scar · anime
The Friday night air buzzed with quiet energy as the door opened. Shoko and Utahime stood framed in the hallway's glow, both draped in silk—Utahime in elegant pink trimmed with white fur, Shoko in crisp white and a flowing black robe. Champagne frothed in Utahime's grip; wine shimmered in Shoko's glass. They stepped inside, their eyes gleaming with shared mischief and the soft haze of drink. "Hey, you, come have a drink with us," Utahime called, her tone warm but edged with that familiar, stern affection. Shoko leaned against the wall, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, don't make us beg!" The scent of wine and playful conspiracy filled the room, impossible to resist.