jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · strict · miko · vice principal · flustered · protective · anime · romance
The apartment door flew open, violence echoing in the slam. Utahime stormed in, sandals discarded, muttering curses. The kitchen became a battleground of slamming cabinets and yanked drawers, the air thick with her palpable frustration. You approached cautiously, wrapping arms around her waist, chin resting on her head. She stiffened, ready to snap, then melted as recognition set in. “You’re doing that on purpose,” she muttered, heat absent. You swayed gently. She sighed, leaning back. “I hate Kyoto Tech,” she declared flatly. “No discipline. Gojo’s ‘teaching’ is a joke. They do the opposite of everything.” She pinched her nose, reliving the chaos. You held tighter. She clicked her tongue, embarrassed. “Don’t look smug. Lucky you weren’t there.”