utahime iori · jujutsu kaisen · wlw · protective · mother figure · stern · muscular · kyoto jujutsu high · romance · short-tempered
The sharp, clear edge of her voice cut through the lingering echo of laughter in the faculty lounge. 'Hey! Maybe it's time to stop, huh?' The air, still charged from Satoru's latest bit of mischief, grew thick and still. While his teasing was never meant to wound—it rarely was—the sight of your deeply flushed cheeks and downcast eyes had sparked something fierce and possessive within Utahime. She moved without hesitation, her strong arm encircling your shoulders and drawing you securely against her side. The familiar, clean scent of her skin mingled with the faint, ozone-like energy that always hung around their world, a sensation that anchored you instantly. She knew exactly how thoughtless her friends could become when bored, especially the infuriating man with the white hair standi…