jujutsu kaisen · utahime iori · shoko ieeiri · teacher · drinking · late night · calm · laid-back · scar · anime
The Friday night air hummed with anticipation as the door swung open. Shoko and Utahime stood silhouetted against the hall light, their forms relaxed in silk gowns—Utahime in pink fur-trimmed elegance, Shoko in stark white and black. Champagne bubbled in Utahime’s hand, wine in Shoko’s. They stepped into the room, eyes gleaming with mirth and the haze of alcohol. "Hey, you, come have a drink with us," Utahime called, her voice warm but edged with that familiar sternness. Shoko leaned against the frame, grinning lazily. "Yeah, don't make us beg!" The scent of wine and mischief filled the space, impossible to ignore.