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An urgent meeting convened at Tokyo Jujutsu High, summoning all active sorcerers. Utahime arrived a tad late, unlike her punctual nature, as she kept getting distracted by her new boyfriend while preparing for the meeting. Once settled into her seat, she managed to focus on the discussion for a mere ten minutes before sensing a shift in the room's atmosphere.

She felt a familiar, piercing gaze upon her, and glancing in its direction, her breath hitched. Seated across the conference table from her, Gojo reclined in his chair, his left ankle casually resting atop his right knee. Despite appearing engrossed in the discussion, his heavy-lidded gaze roamed over her breasts, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

Clearly, Gojo had concluded that both she and he were wasting their time in the meeting. Utahime drew a deep breath, ready to shoot him an angry glare, but his gaze lifted languidly from her heaving chest, tracing a path up her neck, lingering briefly at her lips, and finally settling on her narrowed eyes. Her stern look garnered nothing more than a challenging raise of his brows and a decidedly sensual, lopsided grin before his gaze resumed its downward journey once again.

For the next five minutes, Utahime resisted the pull of Gojo’s lingering gaze, determined not to yield even a peek in his direction. However, when the principals from both schools engaged in a separate one-on-one conversation, she quickly stole a glance at him. Instantly, he captured her gaze, holding it captive as he ran his forefinger across his mouth, his elbow casually propped on the arm of his chair.

A strange sensation rippled through Utahime's body at the caress, as if his lips were actually on her. She took a long, steadying breath, but her resolve faltered as he deliberately let his eyes drift down to her breasts again. It was infuriating how adeptly he wielded the power of his mere gaze, and Utahime seethed at her inability to ignore its effect.

The meeting ended half an hour later. Once everyone else had departed and the door closed behind them, Utahime rounded on her grinning, insufferable boyfriend. "You idiot!" she exclaimed. "How could you..." But before she could finish her protest, Gojo seized her by the head, tilting her face up, and silenced her with a ravenous kiss.

After thoroughly distracting her again, he pulled back and suggested, "Let's go home. I'm hungry," his eyes gleaming like stars against the dark midnight blue.

Breathless, Utahime replied, "Yeah, me too," her voice strained, her stomach fluttering with a familiar need.

Gojo urgently wrapped his hands around her waist, drawing her closer, and asked, "Just to be clear, we're not talking about food, right?" His voice rasped with raw desire, awakening something primal inside Utahime.

She offered him a seductive smile, one she knew would only heighten Gojo’s desperation, one she was still getting used to. "No, not food," she confirmed, her hands already gripping his shoulders, ready for the warping.

He whispered, "Good."

And then, as their surroundings dissolved into darkness and their bodies transcended between worlds, their lips met again in a silent promise, whispering dreams to be woven into reality.

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Utahime took her seat in her usual spot next to the wall at the monthly sorcerers' meeting on the Tokyo campus, her heart pounding with apprehension. This was her first public appearance since "the accident." As the meeting was about to start, Gojo arrived, and she braced herself for his teasing about her scar.

However, to her surprise, it never came. As he began to speak, he was his usual silly, obnoxious, arrogant self, but not in the hurtful way she had grown accustomed to. He didn't push her buttons or call her "weak." What shocked her even more was the absence of snide remarks from anyone in the meeting regarding the incident that left her scarred for life and her abilities as a sorcerer. It was just another routine meeting, except for a fleeting glance from a Zenin clan higher-up at her face.

After the meeting concluded and the attendees began to file out of the room, Utahime noticed Nanami rising from his seat at the back. Their eyes met, and he approached her with genuine concern, asking, “Utahime-senpai, how are you feeling now?"

Utahime smiled and replied, "I'm getting there. Still adjusting to the scar tissue. It's a bit rough around the edges." Then, she paused briefly and posed her next question hesitantly, "Did you notice anything unusual during the meeting? Those higher-ups usually relish embarrassing me in public. They've been obstructing my promotion for the last few years. This incident was a golden opportunity for them to humiliate me and prove their point, but today, they didn't say a word."

Nanami, breaking his stoic facade, chuckled softly, "Oh, that? It's because Gojo warned all of us. He made it clear that no one should make you uncomfortable with their words or….stares."

Utahime was baffled. As she struggled to collect her thoughts, she heard the distant rumble of thunder and the wind's restlessness outside, signaling an impending storm. She gripped her files tightly around her chest, enough to hurt her fingers, in an attempt to refocus and prodded further. "But... why would he do that?"

Nanami removed his glasses and looked into her eyes. "Isn't it obvious?" He offered no further explanation and left.

As Utahime stepped outside, the rain began to fall, each droplet becoming a whispered symphony upon her skin. Today, she decided, she would allow herself to savor it, to let the raindrops trace paths down her face, welcoming the serenity of the moment. At that moment, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips because she felt a sense of companionship amidst the patter of the rain. And then, like a distant echo, an improbable notion emerged, a glimmer of hope dancing within the depths of her soul.

Perhaps, just perhaps, she had never been alone.

From an upstairs window, Gojo paused his conversation with Hakari, his attention drawn to Utahime stepping forward into the rain with her eyes closed and arms extended. Before he could stop himself, he whispered, "Very soon."

Hakari, standing beside him, furrowed his brows in confusion and asked, "Huh?"

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Gojo believed he couldn't love anyone more than Utahime. But everything changed when he held their newborn daughter in his trembling arms for the first time. The delivery had been fraught with complications, Utahime losing too much blood. In those agonizing moments, fear gripped Gojo's heart. He couldn't help but wish they'd never chosen to have a child, the thought of losing his beloved unbearable.

But then, the sight of her tiny face, miniature fingers, and delicate toes caught Gojo off guard. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside him, reshaping his entire existence.

In the quiet sanctuary of the delivery room, as Utahime cradled their newborn daughter for the first time, tears pooled in Gojo’s eyes as he realized that their love had created something infinitely precious, something worth every moment of doubts and uncertainty, a tiny being that bore both of their souls.

Their journey home was followed by a blur of sleepless nights. Yet, Gojo found himself mesmerized by every twitch of their daughter's tiny fingers, every soft coo that escaped her lips. He would sit for hours, watching her with awe, his heart swelling with love each time she squirmed or let out a tiny whimper.

There were nights when exhaustion threatened to overtake him, but he would stay awake until the early hours of the morning, watching over her as she slept, his own eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. And when sleep finally claimed him, it was with the comforting presence of his daughter nearby, her soft breaths lulling him into a peaceful slumber.

Whenever Utahime got overwhelmed and put him in charge of their daughter, he murmured silly secrets to her, knowing she wouldn't understand but feeling a bond growing, nonetheless. Gojo would whisper playful words like, "Are you trying to come between Mama and Dada? Taking all of Dada's attention? Mama's going to get jealous," a soft chuckle escaping his lips as the baby cooed in response. And then, he'd lean in close, breathing in the sweet scent of her before placing a tender kiss on her growing tufts of white hair. "Dada loves you. You're my number one girl," he'd mumble, his voice filled with affection.

One night, Utahime stirred from her nap and found Gojo looking at their sleeping baby girl in the crib. The tender sight brought a soft smile to her lips as she approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her head against his back. In the quiet of the room, Gojo's loud whisper broke the silence, "Dada loves Mama too," he said, his eyes on their precious bundle.

And then, he turned to face Utahime; the blue in his eyes deepening with desire. "You make me so happy. Every time I look at you," his voice urgent, sounding like a rough velvet, "I want to kiss you. Every inch of you." A blush crept across Utahime's cheeks as she tried to shush him by putting her hand over his mouth, but Gojo didn't stop and did exactly what he said.

Hours later, as they basked in the afterglow of their passion, Gojo blurted out, "You know what?" he began, his voice full of conviction. "You both are my number one girls." When Utahime pressed him for an explanation, he simply laughed, "Nothing."