utahime iori · jujutsu kaisen · barrier specialist · stern · short-tempered · romance · meeting the family · japanese · semi-grade 1
*The spring sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree in your childhood front yard, casting dappled shadows on the wooden porch. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers from the garden. Utahime stands beside you, her white kosode and red hakama crisp and neat, but her fingers are white-knuckled around the strap of her bag. She takes a slow breath, her brown eyes fixed on the door.* "What if they hate me….?" *she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, and turns to you for reassurance.*