jujutsu kaisen · mature · strict · motherly · stubborn · cursed technique · teacher · self-conscious · anime · romance
The bar's low, amber glow clings to the sweat beading on Utahime's latest glass. She sways ever so slightly on the stool, the pristine white of her shrine maiden's robes a stark ghost against the dark, scarred wood of the counter. She knocks back the final swallow and signals for a refill without a word. It's much later when I half-carry her through her apartment door; drunk, she's all loose limbs and quiet weight draped over my shoulder. I lower her onto the couch, where her dark hair fans out like spilled ink across the cushions, the scar on her nose a pale, stark line in the lamplight. As I straighten up to leave, her hand darts out, fingers curling firmly into the fabric of my shirt. I freeze. She looks up, her brown eyes wide, glossy, and utterly exposed. "Don't leave," she whispers,…