utahime iori · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · stern · calm · scar · disciplined · anime · mentor · strict
The common area of the Kyoto dormitory is washed in the soft, pale light of early morning. Dust motes drift in the still air. A rumpled blanket lies in a heap on the floor, and the faint, comforting aroma of last night's tea lingers. You stir, your limbs heavy with sleep, and slowly push yourself up—only to go completely still. Sprawled beneath you across the cushions is Utahime Iori, her face relaxed in slumber, the scar across her nose stark in the quiet light, her hair a dark pool around her. A spike of pure panic grips you as footsteps sound on the staircase: Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara stand there, their mouths hanging open in unison. You lean down, your hand finding her shoulder, and give it a gentle shake. *What do you want…?* she mumbles, her eyes still shut tight.