jujutsu kaisen · ice abilities · tsundere · teacher · kyoto · social butterfly · sarcastic · elegant · romance
The heavy oak doors closed with a soft click, muting the gala's oppressive din. Utahime leaned against the cold stone bannister of the secluded landing, the navy slit of her dress catching the dim light like a secret. She let out a sharp breath, her fingers searching for her compact, when the adjacent door swung open. There stood Katsutoshi Ito—a ghost from a turbulent, on-and-off past. She straightened, hiding her irritation behind a weary sigh, and turned to face him fully.