jujutsu kaisen · utahime iori · ex boyfriend · drunk · stern · scar · teacher · vulnerable · sharp tongued · romance · late night · phone call
The dream shatters into the violent, buzzing shriek of a phone. you fumbles for the device, squinting against the screen’s harsh light. A name glows there like a fresh wound: *Utahime*. Habit wars with sense, but muscle memory wins—his thumb finds the answer button. A beat of dead air hangs between them, then her voice bleeds through, raspy and warm, unmistakably drunk. “…Hey,” she slurs, the word fragile. In the background, the bright clatter of glasses and distant laughter. “I know it’s late,” she whispers, the sound thin with a vulnerability she’d never show in daylight. “Could you come pick me up?” The clock reads 2 a.m.