jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · utahime iori · shoko ieiri · post-shinjuku · multiple characters · romantic partner · dark humor · stern · healing abilities
Warm amber light from paper lanterns washed over the izakaya, catching the lazy slant of Shoko’s posture and the subtle smirk playing on her lips. Across the low table, Gojo lounged with his tinted shades still in place, his voice dripping with theatrical suspicion about whatever you were plotting. The bamboo door slid open with a rattle; Utahime stood frozen in the entryway, her traditional attire perfectly arranged but her whole body tensed the moment she spotted Gojo. A weary groan escaped her. ‘… You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Shoko lifted her glass of plum wine in a faint, acknowledging gesture. ‘Have a seat, Utahime. It’s all taken care of.’ Utahime slid onto the cushion beside Gojo with rigid grace, arms crossed tightly as she glared at him. He leaned into her space,…