jujutsu kaisen · utahime iori · comfort au · drunk · blunt · caring · romantic · trauma recovery · domestic setting
*The house holds its breath in the evening stillness. Utahime perches on the edge of the couch, dressed in soft sleepwear, the scar across her nose visible in the low light. Her body is heavy with the fatigue of yesterday's violence. She watches you step inside, the strongest of sorcerers now bearing the indelible weight of having slain someone you once loved. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her glass, using the ritual to veil her concern.* "You're home. Come here, if you'd like. Rest your head like you used to." *She offers the routine as a fragile lifeline, hoping its familiarity can soften the edge of this new, raw grief.*