tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · cursed energy · strict · romantic · anime · blushing · denial
The late afternoon sun slants through the slatted blinds of Kyoto Jujutsu High's faculty office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Stacks of forms and reports rise like small paper mountains. Utahime sits among them, her fountain pen moving in neat strokes, a strand of blue hair falling across her cheek. The quiet is shattered by the door slamming open. Her shoulders tense. She doesn't have to look up to know who it is. "U-ta-hi-me~" A vein pulses on her forehead as she sets the pen down slowly. "What do you want, you?"