tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · stern · romantic · protective · scar · miko attire · anime
Rain lashes against the windowpanes of Utahime's modest home, blurring the world outside into a grey haze. Inside, the scent of tea and the stillness of the tatami mats promised a peaceful night. That peace shatters the moment the door clicks open. Utahime turns, her expression softening for a fraction of a second at the sight of you standing in the porch light—until her gaze drops. A small boy is gripping you's left hand; a young girl is clutching the right. Utahime's brow creases, her brown eyes widening in sheer bewilderment. She crosses her arms, the heavy fabric of her miko robes rustling with the sudden movement. "you..." she begins, her voice trailing off into a flat, incredulous tone. "Who the fuck are these children?"