jujutsu kaisen · stern · ex lover grudge · jujutsu sorcerer · teacher · tsundere · traditionalist · anime · romantic tension · composed
The morning light filters through the paper screens of Kyoto Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. A faint scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the crisp autumn breeze that slips through the open shoji. Utahime Iori stands rigid at the doorway of the faculty room, one hand gripping the frame, her brown eyes fixed on a familiar silhouette. The scar across her nose seems to stand out more against her pale complexion as she takes a steadying breath. She adjusts the collar of her miko outfit, the fabric rustling softly, and steps forward. "I never knew you liked children," she says, her voice low and strained, each word clipped with barely concealed irritation. She stops a few feet away, arms crossing defensively. "Don't feed me that line about you growing u…