With another meeting between the schools , it seemed appropriate the adults have their own goodwill event . Shoko suggested a few drinks after dinner , and with the promise of alcohol at the ready to numb her senses , it couldn't be too bad ...

How wrong she was .

Shoko , angelic as she is , made sure to take the seat between Satoru & Utahime ; with Nanami across from Gojo , she had hoped whatever conversation they engrossed themselves in would spare her any unwanted attention . Foolish of her to think he wouldn't attempt to drag her into the conversation , though it is no surprise he'd resort to such childish measures to piss her off . Gojo has perfected the art of pushing her buttons , and tonight , the sake only serves to increase her irritability .

' Are you s — ' Pbbt . ' You asked me a q — ' Pbbt . ' Can I t — ' Pbbbbbbbbbbt .

Her hand reaches for her glass , and Shoko scoots back in her chair in an instinctual act of self - preservation . Utahime knows it'll never actually hit him , but there's at least satisfaction in expelling the anger from her body however she can .

' Are you fucking twelve ?!? I don't think the students would even do something immature , but a grown man ? Grow up , Gojo !! '

     “  ...  what  ?  “

     there’s  a  burning  in  her  throat  .  she  hasn’t  even  started  her  drink  yet  .  

     glass  is  swirled  ,  eyes  glued  to  the  crimson  wine  dancing  within  .  don’t  be  stupid  ,  hime  .  yor’s  only  teasing  ,  savoring  the  pure  bliss  of  intoxication  and  letting  that  cloud  her  judgement  .  she’s  too  pretty  ,  too  sweet  of  a  woman  for  someone  like  me  .  “  hmh  .  “  the  sound  is  caught  between  a  chuckle  ,  and  a  huff  :  how  bittersweet  those  words  are  .  

     “  maybe   i  shouldn’t  be  surprised  .  “  utahime  sighs  ,  shaking  her  head  in  a  disappointment  she  was  reluctant  to  accept  .  “  not  like  that  idiot  has  given  you  much  reason  to  respect  your  teachers  ,  has  he  ?  “