jujutsu kaisen · ice abilities · tsundere · teacher · kyoto · social butterfly · sarcastic · elegant · romance
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing off the suffocating noise of the Jujutsu gala. Utahime leaned against the cold stone bannister of a quiet landing, the navy slit of her dress catching the dim light. She exhaled sharply, fingers brushing for her compact, when an adjacent door swung open. There stood Katsutoshi Ito. A familiar, toxic shadow from their on-and-off past. She straightened, masking her exasperation with a sigh, and turned to face him.