#sixeis

standing there like a deer in headlights, utahime feels the breath be invisibly pulled from her lungs at the sight she had accidentally walked in on. usually, she knew when gojo had 'dinner' around, the staff all alerted each other and they avoided his bedroom. but on this particular evening, no one had really known. either that or they had deliberately not told her, and if that was the case, she'd kick up hell for it, given what she's having to currently witness.

looming over some pretty woman is her master, who easily situates himself between her legs. one hand is hiking up her bare leg while his lips ghost over the tender flesh of her neck. it looks different than it is, she knows that. he's simply toying with his food, but... she can't help the way her heart palpitates in her chest, and the way her head spins. when she's spotted by the duo after intruding, the brunette snaps back to her senses and finally manages to inhale a gasp of air, dropping the duster she carried in hand. ❝ sorry... excuse me- ❞

spinning on her heel, she's quick, as quick as she can be, but she's not even reached the threshold of the door before a hand clamps around her wrist like a vice, holding her steady in place. for some reason her feelings are hurt, for some reason she's jealous and very, very upset. now stuck, she bites down on her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut to try and prevent the tears that had unwillingly begun to well up from falling. utahime is unsure if gojo knows how she feels, she doesn't know the extent of his abilities. perhaps he could sense her emotions? or, more likely, maybe he could smell the saltiness of her tears? either way, she didn't plan on sticking around long.

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 , 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 . he feels the tug immediately , his head bending back at the intrusion of touch from his peer . strands of black hair where satoru had pulled stick out . naoya makes an attempt to smooth it back down , cat like eyes glaring daggers at the white haired sorcerer . they narrow in on him , his expression sharpening right before it mellows out . although the zen'in heir hated everyone else he found it difficult to hate satoru . his power , the amalgamation of centuries old tradition , was something few wielded . they were unique , special . no one would understand what it meant to ride at the top . ❛ i'm paying attention , ❜ naoya snaps at him quietly as he averts his attention back to the conversation between their families . it was a rarity for them to see each other nowadays , especially with them headed to their respective schools soon . he may as well have gone with his father and brothers to pay respects to the gojo clan ; at least then he had an opportunity to see satoru to at least say goodbye . as his eyes look onto their fathers bow to each other he can't help but exhale in thought . would he and satoru remain friends after school started ? he likes to think yes but there's a twisted feeling that takes form in his gut . he was his only friend , the only other who could understand the weight that was put on their shoulders . the thought disappears as naoya turns to face the other boy , ❛ if you pull my hair again i'll actually stab you . ❜

𝐇𝐄'𝐒     𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓     𝐓𝐎     𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒     .     even  when  she’s  blinded  by  the  sea  of  cameras  in  front  of  her  she  can’t  miss  @sixeis     ...     though  she  suspects  she  couldn’t  even  if  she  had  tried     .     gojō  sticks  out  easily     ,     thick  frames  over  his  eyes  and  that  aloof  grin  on  his  lips     .     his  presence  commanded  the  attention  of  everyone  else  around  him     .     manami  liked  to think  it  was  some  sort  of  otherworldly  effect  he  had  on  people     (     the  gojō  effect  she  called  it     )     ;     they  flocked  to  him  and  boosted  his  ego  until  they  made  him  out  to  be  a  god     .     the  thought  of  it  makes  her  roll  her  eyes     .     she  suspected  he’d  be  at  the  music  awards  show  as  a  presenter  but  she  didn’t  think  she’d  cross  paths  with  him  so  soon     .     the  last  time  she’d  seen  him  he  had  starred  alongside  her  in  the  music  video  her  group  was  being  nominated  for  tonight     .     to  say  they’d  bumped  heads  and  had  creative  differences  was  an  understatement     .     what  was  perceived  on  camera  was  different  from  the  chemistry  off  of  it     .     it  wasn’t  until  the  very  end  that  they  seemingly  warmed  up  to  each  other  at  the  very  least     .

many an uncertainty struck him, these days. the thoughts were becoming easier to contain, however. easier to swallow. easier to ignore. suguru dedicated his years to missions where purpose could not provide that same relief, scratch that same itch that's plagued him. the death of amanai riko haunted him often, bordering everyday. not a quiet moment passed without visualizing her final smile, her final tears, before her world turned cold and dark — before his turned just the same. so, he exorcised. he ingested. he buried himself in assignments, forewent rest, all in the name of finding solace. to forget, even once.

nothing could make him forget.

— he saw amanai in their stares. sporting shared swollen eyes, cracked lips, busted skin. he hadn't seen the entirety of the damage, and a part of him was admittedly afraid to. (because he'd might want to return to that repulsive village and slaughter them all, one by one.) they shivered under their unkempt robes, if they could even be classified that, more akin to burlap sacks, wrung and worn out into sorry excuses for rags. he'd have to take them shopping tomorrow — maybe drag satoru and shoko along, too ... one of them, mimiko, gripped his pant leg with a tiny, hopeful, hand. her fingers were taut, yet trembling. they stood at a doorway, in the dark of night. everyone was asleep by now, the halls of jujutsu high silent and eerie, save for one. he knew @sixeis's nightly wakefulness like the back of his hand, if not better. he hesitated no longer.

unfortunately, she had missed it. only showing up, badly beaten and injured after hana had used angel's technique and 'freed' gojo. everyone was uncertain of what happened, so they all set off to search for him. utahime limped her way towards her designated area, eyes scanning the area for any sign of... well, anything.

maybe it was her injuries or her exhaustion, but she didn't notice the presence of the man come from behind her until it was too late and he was too close. spinning on her heel, ready to fight for her life yet again, she gets into a fighting stance only for it to fall immediately upon seeing who it was.

THERE WAS NO DENYING IT, : the chaos that was spreading, ... &. this time, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄, claws pristine! mask still worn, the tough class protecting that ever so keen gaze ... focus reserved for the city ahead. THE NIGHT SKY THAT ALREADY STARTED TO FORM ABOVE, it provides privacy even in this usually busy park. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 still enjoying the droplets of adrenaline, provided by the successful mission finished. ( nothing less expected from her! ) ... it was only a matter of time, ━━━━ ❝ there you are. ❞ @sixeis HEAD NOT TURNED, but blame it on the familiar presence, that could not be mistaken.