Utahime Iori · Jujutsu Kaisen · sarcastic · teacher · cursed technique · Kyoto school · drinker · scar · tense · confrontation
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the cactus leaves on the school rooftop, casting long shadows across the concrete. A breeze carried the distant echo of students’ laughter, and an impatient sigh broke the quiet. Utahime Iori, her hair tied back and the scar visible on her face, leaned her weight against your back. “Tsk, I’m getting irritated—again I heard the students gossiping about that damn rumor,” she murmured, her voice tight. “What about you, you? Do you believe we’re… a couple?”