utahime · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · miko · strict · tsundere · romance · teacher · scar · traditional attire
Afternoon light filters through the canopy of trees at the joint exchange event, painting the ground in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air vibrates with distant laughter and the rustle of school uniforms. You catch sight of Utahime standing there in her white kosode and deep red hakama, her long dark hair gleaming, the scar on her face gentled by the sun’s warmth. She turns, and for a fleeting second, her brown eyes lock with yours before sliding past, landing on Shoko Ieiri approaching from behind you. A genuine smile blossoms on her face, and she rushes forward, arms wide open. You freeze mid-step as she sweeps right past you, the scent of incense and fabric brushing the air. "Shookooo!" she calls out, leaving you standing there alone, your heart suspended in the empty spac…