Last Chance

by Senortia

Summary:

Utahime's life was changed forever because of her careless action that she had brought to herself. Leading her to face the consequences and live a life of frustration and anger.

 

To add to her troubles, she was compelled to share a responsibility with Gojo Satoru, a man she detested, despite their best efforts to get along for the sake of their beloved one.

 

Unfortunately, their attempts to work together were in vain, resulting in a decision that plagued her for years afterward.

 

Which she tried to ignore for years.

 

Now, it’s all coming back to her since he she hasn’t seen him in a long time has returned to her life.

 

She usually knows what to do to solve problems.

 

But this time she’s unsure about what to do.

Chapter 1

Big brown eye lids slightly open from a long slumber from a exhausted night. 

 

 

Utahime gave out a soft long yawn with a stretch.

 

 

The violet-haired girl slowly blink her eyes few times at the dark ceiling above before observing her surroundings. 

 

 

She noticed something is not right about this room.

 

 

In fact.

 

 

She doesn't remember going to her room.

 

 

Once her eyes finally adjust, her eyes widen.

 

 

She's not in her room.

 

 

As she was about to raised her body up, her head began to pound, immediately touching  her head to eased the throbbing.

 

Why is my head hurts all of the sudden? What I did last night?.....

 

 

Utahime finally remembers some parts; she went to a big high school party that she and Shoko have went. Even though she was against it, but Shoko insisted her to. There were a lot of drunk crowded people from their third year doing a lot of toxicity dancing, drunks games and swimming in a big pool. There were also bunch of different alcohols, perhaps one of them was vodka...on the fruit punch, and—

 

 

"Damn...it still hurts." Utahime lay down to ease the headache. She remembers she must've drank too many but she doesn't know why she drank that much or even drank in the first place. 

 

 

She tried looking around the room to see where she is. The room is dark even though it's morning but it's because the curtains has been shut and she could see the sun bits coming out of the dark curtain to her left side.

 

As her headedache decrease the throb, she decided it's a good idea to get up and leave before anyone notices she's missing. 

 

 

She placed her left leg on the edge of the body but stiffened her body.

 

 

Once she took her leg out from the inside of the blanket, there was a cool breeze ran through her whole leg. She may have been too drunk to remember what exactly happened, but she did remembered she wore some black leggings to the event last night since she didn't like to feel exposed in events.

 

She lifted the blanket and looked at herself, hopping its not what it seems. 

 

 

It have her heart immediately dropped.

 

 

She was naked. 

 

 

She covered herself with a gasp, turning her head to the left and went over the edge of the bed to see if her clothes are there.

 

 

It was not.

 

 

 

She back her head up as possible thoughts keep popping into her head.

 

 

Did I actually?....No way that's impossible! I must've taken advantage of! I know I would never do something so idiotic that will affect me emotional....then again I was very intoxicated...

 

Her heart started racing at the thought some pervert shameless man took an advantage of her drunken state and touched her body without her conscious content. It made her whole body shiver at the disgusting and horrific thought of whatever they did to her body without her approval.

 

She need to get out of there now.

 

 

She turned her right side to see if her clothes on that side but she stopped all the sudden when she saw someone laying next to her. 

 

 

Some guy is sleeping by her side, with its back turn so Utahime couldn't see who is the guy she slept with.

 

 

She slowly raised her arm up, reaching towards the sleeping figure and began poking the back of his left shoulder. He started to grumble and turned his back over to her but out of luck she still couldn't see his face over this dark room. 

 

She wanted to get out off the bed and grab her clothes and head out but the room is too dark to find her clothes and she doesn't want to grab the blanket to cover herself while finding it otherwise it will waken the guy up. And there's no way she is looking for them naked.

 

 

She has to quickly come up a plan to figure out how is he gonna escape this guy's room and find her clothes as soon as possible.

 

 

What am I going to do?

 

 

The dark curtains have began to move as both of them have slowly pulled apart showing the light from the sun, spreading through the room. Utahime closed her eyes the moment the light touches her face. She used her hand to block the sun out of her sight. 

 

 

She could hear him stirring in bed. 

 

 

She uses the hand to cover from the light and see who is the prude man is.

 

 

Her eyes widen in horror.

 

 

 

As the sensor curtains fully opens up the window, the sun light spread the entire bedroom door indicating for the him to wake up.

 

Bright blue sky eyes opening its lids as the perfect white eyelashes are fluttering between each other while adjusting his eye sights.

 

He immediately widened his eyes when he sees who's laying in front of his own bed.

 

 

Utahime and Gojo kept staring each other in shock. Not a single word in exchange for the intense situation they got themselves in. 

 

 

 

They both screamed. 

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

15 years later

 

 

 

 

 

Speeding down the sidewalks, passing through bystanders with couple of apologizes from the teenager with a large light brown eyes and spiky pink hair that's styled in an undercut fashion is in hurry to go to his first day of his first year in high school.

 

"Dammit!! I shouldn't stayed up all night watching marathon of sci-fi movies!" He jumped through the newspaper metal boxes then took a sharp turned. He continues running but turned his head to his right and sees the stairway as an idea popped up of his head knowing it will be the shorter way get to school. He quickly went up to the rail and slide down then hopped off and continued to run his way to school. 

 

He looked at his phone and mentally cursed.

 

 

"The second bell had already rung!" Itadori quickened up his pace and took another turn the corner. 

 

 

His eyes beam in joy when he sees his big school. 

 

 

"Yesss I'm gonna make it! I mean I'm already late but still!"

 

 

However he notices the streets are filled with cars. Roaming around closely to each other, becoming a big and busy traffic. Not even close to have less cars as more cars keep on coming into lanes.

 

 

He stopped a he's taking couple of breathes. 

 

 

"Damn, I have to go through that? Am I really gonna risk my life just for school?" Itadori panted with both his hands on his knees. 

 

He looked at his smartphone and widened his eyes. 

 

 

"Guess I have too..."

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

 

"It's great to be back!" Todo leaned back on the desk and folded both his legs arms and crossed his leg.

 

"Back to a boring yet another long educational year?" Mai pointed out with a bored expression on her face.

 

"I was talking about seeing you guys again! Just last year we were in junior high and we were getting ready for high school. Now here we are! Already in high school." Todo commented with a grin.

 

 

"I hope the next four years will go by so fast. And I was hoping I wouldn't see you here." Mai rolled her eyes. 

 

Todo chuckled, "Of course you're gonna see me here. Everyone from most of the junior high schools in Kyoto are here. Besides we will get along better than we did back in middle school." 

 

"Whatever."

 

 

"You seem very happy about being in high school. It's the first day, in your first class and you already excited." Noritoshi commented as he came in the class. Sitting across from Mai. 

 

"Why wouldn't I be?" Todo raised his eyebrow. 

 

"Because you don't seem to be the type of student to have motivation to learn." Mechamaru joined in as he sits next to Noritoshi.

 

"Remember he would shout out the answers that would be completely be irrelevant from the topic and our senseis would be mad and throw their paperclips at him?" Momo snickered.  

 

"Don't you guys realized that high school is more than a learning center?" Todo said a serious tone which have everyone to stopped at their laughs and look at him. 

 

"We get more adult attention and are less likely to be lost in the crowd. High school gives you the space to find the things you love to do. Or have you fall in love with. You can easily try everything from cross country to wrestling. We got to make the most of these opportunities while they are right on our doorstep. Not to patronise but when you are at school you have pretty much nothing to worry about. We will look back in five years and laugh at almost everything you complain about now. Teachers might bug us about deadlines, tell us not to run in the hallways and all that but that's just because they know what's best for you. At school we only really have to think about ourselves. Most importantly we don't really have to factor in what we should be doing or what would be the sensible option, we are teenagers, we don't need to be sensible!" He said with a proud look on his face.

 

The rest of the gang gave each other looks but gave a nod in agreement.

 

"I never knew high school has something so meaningful like that!" Miwa chimes in as everyone looked behind where her voice comes from and sees her.

 

"Oh hey Miwa. We didn't noticed you coming into the classroom." Mechamaru gave her a smile.

 

Miwa laughed a bit, "It is okay! You guys were interested hearing Todo's speech and so did i!" 

 

"How was your summer, Miwa?" Mai asked as she turned her body towards her. 

 

"Mine went great! I sure do love exploring the outdoors and trying new cuisines like I said!" Miwa said cheerfully. "How was your summer? Were you and Maki were able to met?" 

 

Mai scoffed, "No because she had some important things going on in her Tokyo life and so did I but in Kyoto. Besides I don't want to waste my summer on seeing her stupid face." 

 

 

Miwa gave a small frown, "I see."

 

 

"Still having sister drama huh?" Todo snickered which Mai gave him a glare. 

 

 

"Anyway, are you guys excited about the first day in high school!?" Miwa asked changing the subject. 

 

 

"Well after what Todo explained to us, we are looking forward to." Notitoshi said with a smile. 

 

 

The sound of the door knob twisting as the door opens up with the revelation of their sensei.

 

 

"Alright everyone settle down." The violet-haired woman clapped three times, having the rest of the students to take their seats as well have the gang to stop chatting and sit properly. 

 

The woman went to the chalkboard and began writing.

 

"My name is Utahime Iori, I will be your sensei for this social studies class. I will be looking forward on teaching you for the rest of the year." She turned around and placed the chalk back. "I know all of you are first years on Kyoto High, but it doesn't mean I won't go easy with all of you. I can't guarantee this class will be for everyone, but I won't let any of you guy's failed. That's my number one priority." 

 

"Good luck passing this class, Todo." Mai whispered to his hear as she grins which Todo responded with a scoff.

 

"Okay before we start introducing the class, I'm gonna go call out everyone's name to see if they are here or not. I'm hoping everyone are so raised your arm up when I called out your name and give us a small and appropriate introduction about yourself."  Utahime said as she took out her clipboard and clicked the pen.

 

As she called out almost everyone's name and hearing their interesting introductions that Utahime quite enjoy hearing, she began to write an absent student's name on the upper right corner to make herself a small note to notify the administrators and let them make a phone call on the student's parents about the absence.

 

"I'm glad almost all of you came, so let's get started with-"

 

 

The door slammed opened, flinching almost everyone from the sudden burst. All the students including Utahime have their eyes at the one exhausted panting guy with a disheveled uniform and his hair all messed up. He leaned on side of the doorframe, collecting himself.

 

 

Itadori stood up properly with his head held high "I'm sorry I am late, sensei!" He bowed down.

 

 

Although the student's were laughing at Itadori's tardiness and the way he is messily dressed, Utahime held a irritation look on her face.

 

"I would appreciated if you came in on time like a good student and not to barge in like some reckless maniac."  Utahime pointed out as she walked to her desk. 

 

Itadori raised his upper body up and nodded, "I agree. It's my fault for sleeping in late, so please mark me as tardy and I understand if you give me a punishment for my lack of punctuation." 

 

Utahime sighed, "There will be no need for that. Since it is the first day I will let you off the hook. But don't let it happen again and you will actually get real consequences." 

 

Itadori smiles and clapped both of his hands, "Thank you sensei!" Before he could take a seat, Utahime stopped him.

 

 

"To make up for your tardy, why won't you introduce yourself in front of everyone?" Utahime said.

 

"Oh of course!" Itadori firmly stand still with a good posture.

 

"My name is Itadori Yuuji! My favorite hobby is binge watching different movies from different genres even the old classic ones. I even binge watched sci fi movies last night which explained why I was very late..." he laughed nervously as he scratched his the back of hand. 

 

“Maybe take it easy on watching screens and be aware of your sleep schedule otherwise you will ended up overslept the most important part of your day as a young student, school." Utahime gave him a firm look. 

 

 

"Y-Yeah you're right...and maybe I won't have to run to a busy traffic just to go across to Kyoto high." Itadori said.

 

 

"W-What?" The purple haired woman said with shock.

 

 

"Man, that's insane and you actually did it without getting run over?" Todo called with a big grin.

 

"Oh definitely. Some were close-calls, a lot of honking and people would throw their trashes at me for being a lunatic or try to keep me away from crossing but hey I'm still here!" Itadori said with a proud tone as he took a seat.

 

"Nice! You have one savage and fearless bones on your body!" Todo complimented with a nod. 

 

"Don't compliment his insane action!" Utahime scolded and turned his head to Itadori. "Don't ever do something so idiotic and dangerous like that again! I would prefer you to come in much more later than you risking your life by running through the busy street just to get here." 

 

Itadori nodded in nervousness, "Y-Yes sensei I will."

 

The class began as Utahime going over the materials of the class that she will cover for the entire year as students are looking at the syllabus she had given out.

 

As she is going over the upcoming lectures and assignments, Itadori looked up from the white packet and look at her. 

 

Trying to figure out why he feels like he have seen her before. 

 

Even though he just meet her today.

 

 

Notes:

Hello everyone! Welcome to my GojoHime fic!

I'm so excited to write this fic about them because well I love them and this ship 🥺❤️  although I will have to take responsibility on writing this fic along with my other current fics, it still worth it! I already know how I'm gonna write and let me tell you there gonna be a lot of intense situations *coughs* drama and angst *coughs* but I promise there will be fluffy and lovey moments.

I cant wait He future for this story and I can't you guys to read Last Chance!!

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I still love you guys already!
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Chapter 2

 

~Past~

 

 

 

Utahime's first 18 years of her life wasn't bad in fact she had a decent childhood, family, friends, grades, school and everything. She is even well-loved by everyone because of her bright and mature personality that teachers, elders and the staffs love.

 

 

Not perfect but it was decent.

 

 

She has a reputation of being a prim and perfect since her family are full of classy and intellectual people and they expect so much from her. Especially when she's the only girl in her family.

 

 

She doesn't mind because that is how she learn on how to obtain goals on her life. How being disciplined helped her face obstacles and keep her going further.

 

 

She works hard on every subject and extra circular activities in order for her to receive great outcomes  from her hard work.

 

 

She would receive medals, awards, certificates, and so on of her achievements.

 

 

She would always get praises from teachers, coaches, family and even from her best friend Shoko and they always encourage her to keep on going until she succeed. Because they all knew she has a bright future going on. They know she knows what she is doing.

 

 

Still sounded like a great life she has huh?

 

 

Well she couldn't agree.

 

 

 

Because he came along.

 

 

 

 

At the age of 7, she decided to treat herself some great dessert from a good pastry shop down the street from her house. After finishing up of her big chores and completed her community project for one of her class, she took her small backpack that obtains her money and book from her room then headed to a pastry shop. She walks in and have her eyes roams around the glass counter and noticed delicious sweet rice balls that is wrapped with a pickled cherry blossom. There are only two left.

 

She asked the cashier to obtain the last two delicious Sakura Mochi desserts. He did and she exchanged with her money and headed out with the small bag in her hand.

 

She decided to go to the park and sit on a bench and read while eating her mochis. She found an empty bench with a calm park and take her seat there. She grabbed a book from her backpack and placed both her backpack and her small plastic bag next to her. She could tell reading while eating Mochi sounds like a best way to enjoy her sunny day.

 

 

She open her book and began reading the chapter she left off as she's enjoying the breeze flowing to her face as well the peaceful sound in the park. It makes reading more enjoyable. Including her mind to be more relaxed.

 

 

As she was reading, she heard some footsteps coming up to her. She can feel someone staring at her.

 

 

She looked up from her book and sees a boy, about her age, with snow white color hair with the same color on his eyelashes. He is wearing white hoodie shirt with both his hands on the one hoodie pocket. He is wearing black shorts with sneakers. His eyes are glamorous since they are full of glaciers textures spread across his orbs so beautifully.

 

"Yes?" Little Utahime asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

The white snow haired boy took out one of his hand and pointed at her face, having her eyes turned into confusion.

 

 

"Your face. What the heck is that spread across your face? Is that a scar?" He asked bluntly not knowing how his words sounded rude.

 

She furrowed her eyebrows, "No it's not. That's my birthmark."

 

"Ohh. That's a weird birthmark you have." He said with a chuckled.

 

Utahime found his words and behavior to be complete disrespectful. And he just met her! What kind of a stranger tells another stranger in such in unnecessary manner. She gave him a growl look.

 

"Then don't look at it. No one is forcing you to." She sternly said and look back on her book.

 

"Yeah but it's very noticeable and of course someone will make comments about it. There's no way someone who sees it and not say anything." He said as he is trying to look at her scar birthmark. She notices it and covers her face with the book.

 

"I don't care. I'm not asking for your unnecessary opinion. Leave. I'm reading." She hissed.

 

"Well can I ask you something before I go?" He asked no affected by her change of tone.

 

"I just met you and you want to ask me something?" Utahime asked looking imitated.

 

"Oh my bad! My name is Gojo Satoru-"

 

"I don't care! Get out!" she said in a annoyed tone and look back on her book.

 

"Can you at least let me ask?" Gojo said with a eye rolled.

 

Utahime groaned, "What is it!?"

 

The snow haired boy gave her a big smile and pointed something that's by her side, "I see you have two delicious looking Sakura Mochis on that bag. I was gonna get them back at the pastry shop but I didn't had money, so I went back home and get it. When I came back, they were gone and the cashier guy said you took the last two. I am wondering will you share one of them with me? It will be fair since I had to came all the way back from my house for nothing."

 

 

The violet-haired girl widen her eyes at his request.

 

The audacity he has! He met me, insulted my birthmark without saying sorry yet he asked me to share one of my Sakura Mochi with him like I got no problem with him?

 

 

"Absolutely not. I saw it and I bought it. Besides even if I do want to share, you and I have just met not too long ago and your first impression was poorly. You introduced yourself as a complete jerk. Now go away or I will scream." She sternly said and went back to reading.

 

 

She could tell he have walked away since she could hear his footsteps went to the other direction. When she turned a page, she heard her plastic bag being scrunch which she immediately looked at her side and see him running off with her treat.

 

"Hey!!" Utahime put her book away, quickly jumped off from the bench and went after him with full speed.

 

 

"Give it back you jerk!!" She called out as she keeps on chasing him across the grass field.

 

 

Gojo turned his head and stick his tongue out as he increased his pace while holding her treat bag.

 

 

Utahime become even more madder at his facial expression and looked down and see some rocks. She stopped and immediately grabbed the rock and tossed it at the boy which hit on his back.

 

 

"Ugh!" He went down and fell but holding her sweets with one arm against his chest and the other arm standing the ground to prevent his body from landing to the ground.

 

 

Utahime ran up to him and began tackling down on his back as she pulled his hair and his hoodie while Gojo is struggling to get her off and give hard shakes as he stood up and keeping her hands off of him as he holding the treat high.

 

 

"Give. Me. Back. My. MOCHI!!" She wrapped her legs around his torso from the back while moving his arms around preventing her from reaching her treat.

 

 

"You should've thought of that when you share!" Gojo grunted as he could feel one of her hand squeezing his other shoulder down while her other hand trying to reach up to her treat.

 

 

"Screw you!" Utahime grabbed his forearm and began digging her nails deeply for him to drop her treat.

 

 

"Ugh! Back off! Literally!" With that the snow haired boy finally managed to get her off of him with one hard pushed.

 

Utahime fell on her butt, which was a hard fall since She grunted in pain and rubbing the ache. Her eyes have started tearing up.

 

Gojo fixes himself quickly and glance at the wounded girl.

 

 

He laughed.

 

 

"You crying?"

 

 

Utahime clenched her teeth with a big irritated look on her then quickly wiped her tears and gave him a hard glare.

 

 

"I am not!! Give it back!"

 

 

Gojo gave her a grin and waved her treat bag.

 

"Sorry but no. You were mean so you don't deserve it. You sucked at fighting, so you're too weak to get it back." He teased "I'm gonna enjoy them now!" He pulled out her Sakura Mochi and took a big bite on it then let out a satisfied groan.

 

"Yo these are so gooood. Too bad they are the last ones in the pastry shop!" He turned on his heels and began walking away.

 

"I hope you choke on them!" Utahime shouted as she clenched into the grass.

 

 

I hope I never seen him again.

 

 

——————

 

 

Bad luck is on her side when she found out the snow haired boy now goes to her elementary.

 

 

Apparently he have moved in to Tokyo few days ago since his family, the Gojo, are known to be the most influential and richest business family in Japan. They have to transfer to the city in order to be more close to work since all their works takes place in this city.

 

So of course her years of school have become a real handful thanks to him. There would be times he would encounter her purposely just to teased her, making fun of the time she failed attacking him when she was getting her treats, poking or throw some small things at her like paper clips or a piece of an eraser at the back of her head. He would turned his head around, pretending he didn't do anything. He always plays innocent when she confronted him about it. Whenever she walks in the hallway or going into the classroom, he would popped up to scare her. Which she hates to admit it but it always works. He would even have his own friend, Getou, join along to torment her. Sometimes he will embarrass her in front of others like his friends or the other students. If she has to be honest, his words or hectoring towards her have made her feel insecure about herself and background and worst of all; making her feel small and insignificant.

 

She tries to not think about his repugnant words and move on.

 

She would not let her ruined her day.

 

There will be times she will pushed him away, growl or even hiss at him to have away from her. Even threaten him to report to the principal or use her fists, backpack, pencil or books, drinks to use against him. He laughed and keeps pushing her buttons. Thinking she was bluffing. Well she wasn't and for that he got himself a bruise on a head, drink thrown at or went to a detention center or get called in to the principal office for his harassment on her.

 

After recovering the next day or sent back from the office or detention, he continues on making her life miserable.

 

She is still wondering why he wasn't expelled yet?

 

She absolutely couldn't stand him and his annoying habits to the point he will stress her out.

 

 

Couldn't he leave her alone?

 

 

Wasn't taking her Sakura Mochi's enough for him?

 

 

Why he always likes to be disruptive to her in the past school years of their lives?

 

 

As time flew by, they are both grown to young adults. In their third year of school. She's still keeping up to her studies, have perfect grades, doing extra after school activities or take advanced classes for university credits or look good on her resume. She comes to class and pays attention to the teacher. Having self-discipline and time management and other qualities of what makes her a good student.

 

 

As for Gojo still is Gojo.

 

 

In fact, a OPPOSITE of a good student.

 

 

He is known to be the most attractive, charming, but arrogant ego-centric delinquent who has no respect for the elders, authorities or the teachers and acts like everyone is beneath him.

 

 

His behavior is truly toxic overtime.

 

 

The worst person she ever met.

 

 

Of course he is one popular guy but not only in school but also with the girls.

 

 

Utahime would feel pity for them knowing since he isn't looking a relationship with any of them just only to "hit it and quit it". Even if he is in a "relationship" with one of them, he isn't really faithful to them.

 

 

Him and his gang will be quite obnoxious since they would laugh or do whatever stupid shits it is with lack of care of how loud they are being or insane their ideas can be. They think they can do whatever they want because they are very popular in school with the best grades and the best reputation.

 

 

Well not everyone in his gang aren't bad. There is Nanami Kento. He is not very social and can be introvert but Utahime can relate. He has a kind heart and a rational mind, she's still wondering why someone like him hangs out with Gojo. He understands her strong detest on Gojo especially being teased on whenever they have the chance to talk in social studies. There be times he would stop Gojo from his usually teasing on her. Yu Haibara is also kind but more talkative than he does. He has the biggest heart and very thoughtful than the rest of them. He is out going and open minded even encourages Nanami to be more open up or go out often. It's funny how those two are quite the opposite but still good friends. Mei Mei is somewhat okay, she doesn't have a big problem with her and they barely talk. However, one thing Utahime doesn't like about her is how greedy she can be especially have expensive taste. She isn't really spoil even though her parents are loaded but she doesn't have the spoil girl trait but doesn't mean she ain't a money grabber.

 

Naoya is, unlike the three of them, simply one of those annoying basic jocks with a dreadful opinionated behavior. He may sound toxic but he doesn't bother her as much as Gojo does. He hardly teases her but there will be times he would compliment of what kind of a body she has. She ignores him since he is an idiot also he doesn't do that often as long he doesn't do anything physical to her.

 

But the last two, Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru, are fully the worst their school ever have.

 

 

When it comes to fooling around the hallways, pissing the teachers off, pulling some pranks and other childish behaviors they enjoy doing. But their favorite thing to do in school is to make fun of Utahime.

 

 

Probably Gojo's idea in the first place.

 

 

 

Utahime is reading her textbook for her social studies class in the library. She has study hall so it is a great opportunity for her to go ahead with the homework her teacher passed out earlier. Even though it wont be due in the next two days especially if it is in the big packet, she likes to do it right away. Plus she likes to go above and beyond. The library is her favorite place to go since it is the most quiet and peaceful room to be in. She loves the silent and the calm air roams around the room.

 

 

That is until

 

 

"Man, I hate doing individual project. I usually let my group pals do all the work, but I guess for this porject I'm gonna have to do all of them."

 

 

Utahime stiffened her body as she recognizes the voice.

 

 

"You never like do the work." Getou grins following his friend through the bookshelves.

 

 

The violet pig-tailed girl look up from the table and sees they are at the science section, not too far where she is sitting. She groaned in annoyance of how loud they are being instead of behaving quietly in the library. To avoid being exposed, she ducked her head down in the large textbook 0f hers.

 

 

"Just hurry up and grab a book for your genetic project. I need to get some food from the cafeteria I'm starving man." Getou said.

 

 

"Yeah yeah I'm gonna grab a random book anyway. I'm too smart so I'm gonna skim through the pages and said I got it from this book. Not like my science teacher read the entire science books." He laughed as he pulled out the book and opened.

 

Finally he got a book! Now those two will leave and I will continue reading my book in peace.

 

"Hey check it out!" Gojo turned his head to his friend as he pointed something on the page.

 

Getou raised an eyebrow as he step closer to him and look over the book, "What is it?'

 

Gojo turned his head back to the page with a huge grin, "It said if your hand is bigger than your face, you will likely to developed future genetic disease in your mid ages."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yep."

 

Both of them glance search other and raised their one hand up to their hands.

 

 

The bang haired girl furrowed her eyebrows from the statement, that's impossible. What kind of genetic book is that? How can a large hand could detect a future disease. Almost everyone in the world have larger hands and they are still fine! Although, there are times your body could trick you into thinking you're actually fine....

 

She placed the textbook down and raised her hand and observe the length and the width of her hand. She brought her hand closer to her face, look careful as she's making a comparison of her hand to her face.

 

Before she could make a result of her answer, her hand immediately smacked to her face and she fell backward on her chair with a small thud.

 

 

She recovered from the sudden attack and look up to see the two snickering duos.

 

 

"Did you actually thought that was legit?" Gojo try to hold down his loud laughter since he is in the library.

 

 

He took a few steps back and give a low high five with Getou behind his back for tricking Utahime.

 

 

"Honestly I thought you wouldn't fell for the old trick since you're too smart." Gojo grins.

 

 

Utahime growl as him with her teeth gritted, "Get out." She took a glance at his dark haired friend who is covering his mouth with his hand to hide his wide grin.

 

"This is the school library. You can't kick me out." He stick his tongue out.

 

"Well leave me alone. I'm trying to do my homework. You’re disrupting my studying.” She gritted. 

 

"Oooh what are you gonna do about it?" The snow hair leaned his face lowered to hers with a huge smirk.

 

Not to his surprise, she throw her textbook at him but he managed to ducked down on time.

 

"Utahime! You know you aren't supposed to throw library books here. That's against the school rules." He said pretending to be in shock. He picked up the textbook where she had thrown.

 

'"Yeah Utahime, you dont want the librarian or other teachers be upset at your sudden behavior." Getou mocked. "You are the favorite after all."

 

She gave them imitating look. Before she could growl at them, the librarian popped up from the corner with her pointer finger on her lips indicating them to be quiet.

 

"My bad we were helping our dear friend with her assignment." Gojo lied as he waves his hands.

 

The librarian gave them a look before walking away back to her desk.

 

"You are lucky we didn't tell on you. Since we aren't mean like you." Gojo smirked at her as he gave her textbook back. Utahime harshly grab her book out of his hands which he held his arm up in defense.

 

"We best be going! We dont want to be late for lunch. I heard they serve coffee pudding in the cafeteria!" He eagerly said as his mouth waters.

 

"Quiet!" She quietly shush him.

 

He snickered, "Let's go Getou and get my book check out before we give Utahime a heart attack." He ruffled her violet bangs as he walked passed her which in response she smacked his hand.

 

"We don't want her to lose track on her studies do we?" Getou commented as he glanced at her and look back at his friend. He gave her a pat on the shoulder as he follows him which she also smacked his hand. He chuckled.

 

"It looks like someone doesn't like to be touched." He murmured against Gojo's ear which his friend gave out a quiet laughed.

 

Utahime gave a exhausted groan and began packing her things and end her study session after these two ruined it.

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

"What an obnoxious ass." Shoko said between puffs of her cigarette.

 

Utahime wafted the smoke out of her face as she nodded.

 

"I know right. Just one more year and I will finally not see that asshole anymore." Utahime laid down on her friend's bed with a big sighed.

 

"I can't wait to get the hell outta there. High school is boring as hell. The only good thing about high school is you while the rest are shits." The short brunette commented with a smile.

 

Utahime laughed and held both of her elbows in support her upper body, "Awh thanks. By the way what are you majoring in?"

 

"I want to pursue in medical field but of course there are a lot of majors I have to take but it will be worth it once I get my degree." Shoko dipped her cigarette on the ash tray and placed it there. "What about you?"

 

"Education. I am very passion about leading youth students with tools and critical skills to gain employment and provide for themselves and or their families giving them the possibility for a better future." She smiles and look up to the ceiling.

 

 

"Oh really? What age group you will be teaching?" Shoko asked.

 

 

"Teenagers honestly." Utahime replied.

 

 

"Because they determined how our future is gonna be before they are release to the real world the moment they graduate."

 

 

Shoko inclined her head to her side, “Huh?” 

 

 

"I may have to be tough with them, but giving them the possibility for a better future, but I want to give them purpose, set them up for success as citizens of our world, and inspire in them a drive to do well and succeed in life."

 

 

Shoko smiles at her response and nodded, "That is very nice I could see you doing that. You will do great as a teacher."

 

 

"Thanks!"

 

 

Shoko heard a message ping from her phone and pulled it out from her jacket and reads the texts.

 

 

"Oh Getou told me there is gonna be a big party this Friday night. At Gojo's place." Shoko said and placed her phone back to her pocket. "He said it's gonna biggest party of the year."

 

 

"Doesn't he always throw biggest parties?" Utahime raised her eyebrow.

 

 

"Yeah but he said it's gonna be quite different than the rest of the parties he thrown. I have no idea what it is, he doesn't know either but he recommended everyone to come." Shoko said putting her ash tray back on the bedside.

 

 

"Ugh. You're not going there are you?" Utahime asked as she fixes her pig tails and sits up.

 

 

"Yeah I am since Gojo provides the best alcohol." Shoko said.

 

 

"Why are you friends with Getou anyway? You know he also teases me." Utahime pointed out.

 

"I am not entirely friends with him, we are somewhat close. Sure we talked but the only times we talked when we give each other answers on homework of our math class or when he gives me a notifications about upcoming parties." She turned her head to her friend.

 

"I know this is a lot to ask but....will you come with me?"

 

 

Utahime furrowed her eyebrows, "Of course not. The party will be at Gojo Satour's place. Which means he will be there so I am not gonna risk that."

 

"I know but every time I go to parties, there's nothing to do but to wander around and drink. I only go for the alcohol and since it is gonna be a big party and I dont want to go alone and actually interacted with random people there. Please." Shoko pleaded with a smile.

 

 

"I never been to any parties and I am not planning to. High school parties, there are lot of alcohol, drugs and the sex so I am not gonna ruined my life just with one party. My future is at stake. Especially when it takes place at Gojo's, there's no telling what he is planning for the party." Utahime stood up and was about to leave her friend's room but her friend stopped her.

 

 

"I know you are one goody two shoes but there are also time you need have little fun in your life. You can't keep distancing yourself away from little things that sounds a threat to you. Come to the party and see what you're missing. I'm not saying you have to drink, do drugs or any other stupid stuffs. Just come, bring your water, And it will be just you and me. We will walk around and talk. You gotta get out more. You can't keep sitting at home and just doing your homework. Get out and try to enjoy. We dont even have to be inside, we can go to his backyard at the far corner so he wont see you. How's that?" Shoko asked them stood up and placed her hand on her shoulder.

 

 

Utahime paused and took a moment of thinking. She really dont want to go to a nasty or toxic party that may affect her or her future. But at the same time her friend made some good points. Utahime does need to work on going out more in order to balance out on her lifestyle. And be more social when it comes to people even if she never met. It is important to have good communications for future work purposes.

 

 

"Let me think about it."

Chapter 3

"How's your first week going so far, Yuji?" Junpei asked, taking an empty seat next to his childhood friend on the lunch table.  

 

 

The lunch table only has two people sitting which are Itadori and Junpei, far out the cafeteria from the other lunch tables. That's what they like and prefer when it comes to eating in the cafeteria. 

 

 

"Decent I guess." Itadori took a bite of piece of cooked beef and turn his head to him "One of my class uhh social studies, we had a quiz today...pretty sure I did....okay" he laughs nervously and continued chewing. 

 

 

"Yeshh. Quiz on the first week? That's cold..I feel bad you have those types of teacher." He took a sip of his milk with a chuckled.

 

 

"Oh you mean Utahime-Sensei? She's not bad, in fact she's a really good teacher. It just I can't do social studies and math too. I am not good any subjects you know that." Itadori said as he scratches the back of his head. 

 

 

"I like social studies. It's not that bad to learn about the history, economics, geography, law, and stuff but math is no one's thing." He started to laugh recalling back the memory when they were in kindergarten.

 

 

"Did you remember our old kindergarten teacher asked the whole class a question; If a boy has 5 bento boxes, 2 soft drinks, and 4 strawberry mochi's and if he ate 4 bento boxes, 1 soft drink and 3 mochi's what does he have?..." he snickered before finished Itadori's hilarious response. "And you raised your hand and answered 'No self-control'. "

 

Itadori and Junpei laughed at the hilarious moment back when they were both in kindergarten, take a few moment to recollect themselves and sighed from their big laughter.

 

 

"I wasn't wrong though. The boy had no control of eating and it's more of a problem figuring out how to handle his eating habits rather than figuring out much food he last left." Itadori pointed out with another laugh. "Not that he needs to know if he still has more food." 

 

"True true so when are you getting your guy's quizzes back?" Junpei said as he took a bite from his curry. 

 

 

"Utahime-sensei is a fast but a good grader so she promised we will get them back on Monday. I really don't want to look at what I got honestly. I already know I failed." Itadori said with a closed eyes sigh. 

 

 

"You need a tutor if you're having trouble with social studies otherwise you will flunk that class. It won't look good on you as a first year." He pointed out.

 

 

"I know but I don't have time because of my grandpa remember?" Itadori lowered his eyes.

 

 

This had him shut his mouth and nodded, "Ohhh yeah...I forgot...how is he if you don't mind me asking?" 

 

 

"Well, some progress has made with the decrease of his temperature and his coughing has eased down yesterday. The nurses are still struggling giving him medicine you know how gramps man can be a stubborn old man." Itadori laughed a little try to light up the mood.

 

He laughed along, "Oh yeah definitely. I still remember 3 years ago when we asked him if we could lower the heat on that one summer so we can watch the Saw movie marathon without getting drenched in sweat and he was like 'No I wont! Heat cost money!' And throw his one pair of sandal at us."

 

Itadori chuckles, "That's gramps alright."

 

 

They both nodded in agreement and continued eating.

 

 

As they are eating, Junpei hesitated a moment before asking, 

 

 

"I'm sorry if this is too personal but what would you do if he...you know?..."

 

 

Itadori stopped midway of the spoon full of rice is now inches away of his parted lips. He placed the spoon down and gave a moment of thought. He then shrugged.

 

 

"I honestly don't know." 

 

 

"He's the only family you got. Ever since your parents..."

 

 

 

"I know." Itadori said quickly not wanting to hear the whole sentence.

 

 

 

"You know Itadori you could always move into my place. My mom won't mind! We talked about it before and she agreed. As if your feeling too alone-"

 

 

"Thanks but I'm good. I will be fine don't worry. My grandpa said he will make sure I continue to live in the apartment and leave what he can when he's gone." Itadori gave his friend a big reassuring smile.

 

"Alright but let me know you, okay? I'm here for you pal!" He gave him a thumbs up which Itadori respond with a thumbs up.

 

 

—————

 

 

3 days have gone by quickly, school won't start for at least 5 more minutes. Which is the most shortest remainings he have left as anxious formed in him.

 

Oh man I know I did absolutely crap on the quiz! I wished I study or paid attention much sooner- 

 

 

"Yo!"

 

 

Itadori got his thoughts out when he heard a loud voice coming from his side. He turned his head and see his classmate. He's one large, tan and buff guy with his arms crossed on his chest, looking down on him with a big grin. 

 

 

"Yes?" 

 

 

"My name is Aoi Todo." He bring his arm out, gesturing a handshake.

 

"Yuji Itadori." Pink spiky undercut teenager raised his arm out and shook his hand. 

 

"I know who you are. We both are in this same social study class." Todo took a empty desk next to Itadori, giving the other teenager a weird look.

 

 

"I go around this school, asking guys in our first year one very important question they have to answer." Todo facial's expression changed along with his tone into a serious one.

 

Itadori raised his eyebrow, "Which's is?"

 

 

"Not this again, Todo. Do you really have to ask every guy some absurd question of yours?" 

 

 

Itadori turned his head and sees his tall classmate with black hair kept in two strands in front of his face, walking by Todo with a frown.

 

 

"Can you leave one guy alone?"

 

 

Todo shot him a glare, "Leave out of this, Noritoshi." He turned his attention to Itadori and pointed at him.

 

 

"Answer this question to me honesty." 

 

 

Itadori hesitate for a moment before nodded.

 

 

"You don't have to answer him." Noritoshi said as he taking his seat.

 

 

"Shut it." Todo glare at him once more and look at Itadori.

 

 

"Tell me....what is your type of girl?" 

 

 

Itadori leaned his head to the side, "Huh? Why you need to know that?" 

 

 

"This is my way of knowing of what kind of guy you are." Todo said leaning back with a grin.

 

 

Noritoshi sighed, "That's not how you judge or get to know someone based on their preference-"

 

 

"Oh okay then..." Itadori sits up and give out a thinking position.

 

 

"Well...I gotta say...I'm into tall girls with a nice ass...for example Jennifer Lawrence." He straight it out said his answer.

 

 

Todo widen his eyes at his response with his mouth opened in shock.

 

 

His eyes began to tear up, streams of tears coming down his face as some snot coming out of his nose.

 

Itadori noticed but before he could ask if he's okay, their teacher walked in, carrying a stack of their graded quizzes on her left arm.

 

 

"Alright everyone. The 2nd bell had already rung so you all should be in your assigned seats by now. I'm gonna go around give your quizzes back and we will discussed them once you all received them." Utahime side as she's neatly stacking the quizzes on the desk.

 

 

Todo stood up and immediately went back to his assigned seat that's in the back of the class.

 

 

Itadori fixes his posture and look at his sensei with a worried look.

 

 

Man this is it!!

 

 

Although Itadori keeps telling himself he did fine on his quiz but his doubts is  stronger than his hopes.

 

 

When she passes everyone's quizzes, he sees she's getting near to him making his hands shaking up.

 

 

Don't be afraid. Don't think about it too much..maybe you actually got a C- on the quiz...

 

 

He jumped a bit when she placed the his quiz sheet on his desk and continued passing.

 

 

Itadori shut his eyes as he grabs his quiz. He hesitated for few moments before opening his eyelids and turns his head to his quiz.

 

 

Once he fully faced and fully opened his eyes to his paper. 

 

 

His face is covered in disappointment.

 

 

 

D-.....what a surprised? 

 

 

He then noticed something written on the left upper corner of his quiz sheet.

 

 

"See me after class?" He said quietly. 

 

 

 

He gulped.

 

 

 

 

Oh no.

 

 

 

——————

 

 

"Don't forget to read pages 23-30 and write a small summary! I will check them all and we will go over of what the chapter has covered." Utahime said as she stacks their homework into one neat pile.

 

 

The student's nodded and said thanks or have a good day to her with a smile or with waves while walking out of the classroom. As almost all the students have left, Utahime notices one of her students slowly walking towards her and smiling awkwardly.

 

 

Itadori walked up with his quiz on his hand with a nervous look on his face.

 

 

"I saw the note you put here..." The pinked undercut said, pointing her the small writing on his paper.

 

 

Utahime placed the homework to the side of the desk and nodded as she looks at him.

 

 

"Yes because I wanted to talk with you how your studies and homework have been doing? It isn't just your quiz you did not so well on but also your assignments. In your assignments, you would leave one word or board sentences on each questions and sometimes you would left them blank or simply wrote 'IDK'... Which lead you to do poorly on Friday's quiz." Utahime confirmed.

 

 

Itadori widen his eyes and eyebrows but quickly faded away.

 

 

 

"Oh...you noticed?"

 

 

 

"Of course I do. I'm your teacher and I take my student's work seriously. Now tell me what's going on, Itadori?" Utahime said with a concern look on her face.

 

 

"Social studies and math too aren't my best subjects." He confessed while scratching the back of his head, "I tried understanding but so much details and informations are too much for my brain to handle. I'm just dumb."

 

 

"Don't call yourself that. You are a bright student, you haven't seen it yet." Utahime said. "You just need some extra help that's all. How about this. Tomorrow around 7 in the morning and after school you can come to this classroom and I can help you go over the materials and we can review your homework together. Not only with social studies but as well math."

 

Itadori's eyes brighten up, "R-really?? I mean you sure because I can be quite hard to learn so..."

 

 

Utahime hold up her hand motion him to stop, "Nonsense. No students may be perfect, but no students aren't smart. I'm your teacher and it's important for me to navigate you in the social world, both in and outside of the school."

 

 

The teenager boy nodded, "Cool! Wait...I can come in the morning but I can't come after school." 

 

 

The violet-haired raised her eyebrow, "How come?" 

 

"I always go see my grandpa at the hospital in the late afternoon. I promised him I will visit him after school everyday that way he won't be lonely." Itadori said. "I-Is it okay if we can do morning and my lunch period which will be at 12:30 pm if it's possible?"

 

 

"Oh no I am so sorry...Yeah we can still do it in the morning and lunch! I don't have class around at 12 in the afternoon so we can do that. Don't worry, go see your grandpa after school. Family means more." Utahime gave him a smile. "I hope your grandpa is okay!"

 

 

Itadori nodded, "He is doing fine from what the nurse told me. And he look like he is but I still want to see him." 

 

 

"Well of course! He must've been so grateful to have a grandson comes to visit daily." 

 

 

"Yeah he is. Even if I'm the only family member who visits him, it still means a lot to him. He may doesn't show it since he can be a prideful man. There would be times he would scold me or say harsh things to me but he does that to toughen me up. And I know me being there matters to him." Itadori said and walk towards the door.

 

 

"Your his only family member?" Utahime asked.

 

 

Itadori nodded, "I am better off to my next class before I'm late but I will see you tomorrow morning Utahime-sensei and again thank you!"

 

With that he walked out the classroom leaving his teacher looking a bit sympathy.

 

 

——————

 

 

Walking to the familiar corridor of the 4th floor in the hospital building, and took a turn on his right and headed straight to the same door.

 

 

Knocking the door before entering with one hand while the other is carrying flowers.

 

 

"Hey gramps I'm back-" before Itadori could finish his sentence, he was hit with the hospital pillow on the face but quickly recover.

 

 

"Oh it's you, Yuji. Sorry I thought you're the nurse again." Said his grandpa as he lays back down on the hospital bed.

 

 

Itadori laughed and put the bouquet of flowers into the vase that's by the window.

 

 

"I can tell the nurse has been bugging you lately." Itadori commented and took a sit on the other side of his Grandpa's bed.

 

 

The old man let out an exhausted sighed, "Yes and it's getting to be a real pain in the ass. She won't stop checking up on me every hour and keep asking me questions about my health or how am I doing and other crap."

 

 

"Yeah that's because it's her job as nurse. She wants to make sure you're okay or if you need anything." Itadori smiles and sets his backpack down.

 

 

The old man rolled his eyes.

 

 

"Anyway, How's school today?"

 

 

"It was good I mean this morning was not great at first. I got a D- on my first social studies quiz." He said with a low tone on the end.

 

 

"It's better than a F, Yuji. You don't have to worry about getting good grades on every assessments even if it's the first week. You're in your first year in high school, you got plenty years to get all the grades." His grandpa said.

 

"Yeah but I want to make a good impression of myself on the first week in high school. I wanted to do better than I did in middle school but it looks like it's gonna be the same." Itadori said with his head down.

 

 

"How? Because you had one bad grade on the first quiz? Don't be an idiot Yuji. You don't need to have straight A's to look good for others or go through the rest of high school. All you need is be a good student with a good heart. That's what we need in this damn world. You already are a good and helpful kid. Even others don't acknowledge your kindness or your help, having a soul matters. You need to think beyond that." His grandpa sternly said with a serious look on his face.

 

 

Itadori's eyes widen a bit, "You think so?"

 

 

He was yet hit another pillow on his face.

 

 

"I know so!" He snapped.

 

 

Itadori laughed and placed the pillow

Down. "Okay."

 

 

The old man laid back down again and looking up to the ceiling fan.

 

 

"Even when times get tough. Whether life gives you lemon....or gives you the hard truth...don't let that change you or your perspective about everything. Especially when it's more shocking, keep having a big, open....and a forgiving heart." The old man said then closes his eyes.

 

 

Itadori noticed he was quiet and distanced on some of the sentences but let it go figuring he was being tired.

 

 

He firmly nodded, "Alright." 

 

 

 

"Good. How's Junpei?"

 

 

"He's doing great. He wanted me to tell you to get well!" Itadori said.

 

 

"Tell him I said I will try heh." 

 

 

"Okay I will tell him when we both are hanging out at his place tonight. We're gonna watch the Purge movie marathon. The new movie,  Forever Purge came out recently and we are feeling nostalgic, so we decided to watch all the movies before we see the new one this Saturday." Itadori said with a excited look on his face.

 

"Purge? You mean that one movie where America does one day of crime like murder for 12 hours? And everyone are trying to survive the entire night while insane people killing others for fun?" His gramps said with and raised eyebrow. "I remembered we both came across the movie on television after watching The Mist three years ago when you were 12. That movie was pretty gruesome and terrifying but interesting." 

 

"Yeah! It's crazy America government come up an annual 12‑hour period during all criminal activity including murder is legal because of the poverty or overcrowded prisoners. Although it's just a movie, but I won't be surprised if America passed the law like that." Itadori said as he put his pointer finger and thumb under the chin.

 

"Yeah I agree America does some crazy and stupid stuff just not do any work." His grandpa chuckled. 

 

 

"By the way, my social study teacher wants to tutor me for both social study and math in the morning and during lunch. She said she doesn't mind helping me on both subjects because it is her job as teacher to lead her student to the path in and out of school something like that." Itadori said.

 

 

 

"That's great. I told you this world needs good people." He said still closing his eyes. "What's your teacher's name again?" 

 

 

"Utahime-sensei. She can be a hard grader and a strict one but she's a cool and kind teacher to have. More than my past teachers I say." Itadori said.

 

 

"I can tell when it sounded like she was willing to take her time on helping you." He smiles.

 

 

 

"Yeah most teachers would scold me or judge me for doing poorly but she's...different and I'm grateful." Itadori smiles.

 

 

"That's great. I hope you two get along well during the tutoring session." His grandpa said.

 

 

 

Itadori nodded, "I feel like we will."

Notes:

I know this chapter is Itadori’s POV and I’m gonna let you know in the future chapters there will be his POV BUT let me tell you this is still a Gojo/Utahime fanfic I promised. Itadori’s POV is important for this story ^^

I promise we will get to Utahime’s and Gojo’s POV and I’m not just talking about their pasts.

This story isn’t about two of them. But Yuji as well ^^ and how their journey started

But
Be patient my GojoHime lovers/stans ❤️

Chapter 4

The indignant roars of shoutings bounce off the walls, echoing inside all over the entire house. 

 

To the point it became curdling, horror to hear as the constant shoutings from two people. Capable shouting this much, this loud without damaging their vocal cords.

 

Although they frequent argue, however, this intense argument is much different than the rest.

 

 

 

And more longer, louder, piercing cry expressing extreme anger.

 

 

The intense volume of their inarticulate shoutings is enough to probably could awake the entire neighborhood. 

 

 

Since a year old baby have woken up in his crib. He opens his brown wide eyes and sees he in total darkness. He turned to his head to the left side where window his crib is next to and sees it is still night time. Everyone are already in bed by now but except him and his parents. 

 

 

He sits up and holds onto the crib fence to help him stand up, looking around his dark room to see any source m of light in his room or at least anybody. 

 

 

 

He was surround nothing but darkness and the terrific shoutings that he will never get used of from his own parents. A frighten look appeared on his face from their awful arguments and the first thing he always does when his parents screams each other is covered both his ears, shutting his eyes tightly hoping to shut the noise out but he still can hear their ugly shoutings. Even when the shoutings takes place downstairs.

 

 

He sits down as he's covering his ear, whimpering. Tears forming on his eyes as the shouting never seem to stop. 

 

 

 

Suddenly, he heard a loud crash coming from downstairs.

 

 

 

That is the moment he began to cry.

 

 

 

"Oh look what you did! You woke him up!" Shouted his mother causing him to flinched. 

 

 

"Me!? You're the one who throw that fucking vase at me!!" His father's booming voice was so unsettling to the year-old toddler. 

 

 

 

His crying became worsen as the shouting became even worse.

 

 

The crying toddler crawled immediately to his stuff monster bear his father have given him and hold onto it for comfort from their frequent shoutings.

 

 

As if felt like eternity, the shrills of screams finally ended. The terrified toddler heard the door being loudly slammed.

 

 

But that still didn't stop him from crying. He kept on crying even when he heard the door slowly opened, revealing the light he needs.

 

 

 

"I'm so sorry sweetheart..." 

 

 

 

His crying began to calm down when he recognized his mother's voice even when both his ears are still covered with his hands. 

 

 

However, he could tell her voice was in pain. Not from the shouting but in sorrow. He could hear her let out a couple of sobs. 

 

 

 

That made him stop his cries and dropped both his hands down. 

 

 

 

He looks up but couldn't see his mother face since she already covered her eyes with her hands, continuing sobbing.

 

 

 

 

"I'm so so sorry....you must be so terrified from that...I'm a horrible mother..."

 

 

 

The baby let out a sad look seeing his mother in so much distress. Crawled up to the crib fence, stand up and hold on the top fence with one hand while the other reaches for his mother's shirt.

 

 

 

 

"Mama..."

 

 

 

Itadori immediately sit up, gasping drastically, his heart beats faster than ever, sweats already formed on his forehead, he realized he woke up from a horrible nightmare.

 

 

 

The same nightmare.

 

 

Well not the same same nightmare but those kinds of nightmare.

 

 

 

He never thought he will see it again. He hadn't have that type of nightmare since he was 8 years old. 

 

 

 

 

He looked around his surroundings and sees he is in his living room, the First Purge is still going on. He rubs his temple and sits up then looks to his front where the coffee table is. His phone is there by his homework for his social study is there, partially written. He looks to the side of his sofa and sees he's alone.

 

 

 

 

Junpei must've left. What time is it?

 

 

 

He grabs his phone from the coffee table and pressed the home button to see the time.

 

 

3:27 am!! 

 

 

 

He turns off his phone and lay back down on the sofa. He let out a huge sighed.

 

 

Damn that dream have already ruined my sleep. I guess I have to finish my homework now.

 

 

 

Rolled to his side and grabbed his pencil, sits up while yawning. 

 

 

 

"I rather finish my homework than going back to sleep..."

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

"What is the term when Japan is made of 4 larger islands with several smaller ones?" Utahime read the question out loud sitting next to him.

 

 

Itadori scratches his head as he squinted his eye on the question. Trying to find a suitable solution but unable to come up with one. His teacher noticed.

 

 

"Alright maybe this will help you." Utahime grabbed her pen and pointing the stretch of water containing many islands on his textbook. 

 

 

"You see how there are group of islands scattered in a body of water?" 

 

 

Itadori nodded with his two fingers under his chin as he's looking at the map.

 

 

"This is what Archipelago look like.  I know I explained was wordy however to sum it up; Archipelago is a chain of islands." Utahime look at him with a soft smile.

 

 

"Oooh now I see it!" Itadori snapped his fingers

 

 

Utahime laughed a bit, "You didn't know what I was pointing at didn't you?"

 

 

Itadori scratches the back of his head, "No I pretended I knew what you were talking about but now I do." 

 

 

 

"Good." The violate haired woman look the clock above her classroom door is indicating class will start soon. 

 

 

"You made good progress over the past two weeks. You were struggling there in the beginning based on the terms and the historic analysis but overtime I could tell you were able to comprehend them as you paced yourself. Including with math. You managed to framework within which much of the classroom lessons and activities occur." His teacher stands up and headed to her desk. 

 

 

 

"Thanks to you, Utahime-Sensei!" Itadori brightly smiles as he's packing his textbook back to his backpack and his new assignment sheet into the folder then place it back on his backpack. 

 

 

"See ya sensei!" Itadori headed to the door but was stop from his teacher.

 

 

"Itadori where are you going? You know your first class is here." Utahime chuckled.

 

"Eh?" He flustered in embarrassment, not wanting to face her. "Y-Yeah yeah I know—!" He quickly went back to his seat pretending it didn't happened. He suddenly remembers.

 

"Oh I forgot to tell you! I have a physical appointment this Thursday morning so I won't be here until the late afternoon, is that cool?" 

 

 

Utahime nodded, "Thank you for telling me in advanced. I will make your sure to leave a reminder before the day." 

 

 

"The test is tomorrow right?" Itadori asked.

 

 

"Mhm. Are you ready?"

 

 

Itadori nodded his head, "I don't think I need an extra day to take the test! I think I’m prepared enough to take it right away and finished in less than 10 minutes." He leaned back with his arms behind his head with a cocky look.

 

 

"Well I already printed out the tests." Utahime pulled her drawer open and took out the packet. Already knowing his bluff. "You can start the test now. I will send you to a private room to take your test." 

 

 

The pink undercut teen immediately sit up right with arms wailing with a panic look, "I-I was kidding!"

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Coming back from the lunch line with his tray with both of his hand looking for his usual spot.

 

 

The cafeteria is always busy and crowded so he has to careful where's going and not bump into someone or step on their foot. 

 

 

He finally made it out and spotted his friend but noticed someone is sitting across from him. 

 

 

"Huh?" Itadori took a closer look but can't see the face but only back. However, he recognized the tall and very defined muscular build, with a shoulder-length black hair that is tied into a top ponytail. 

 

 

Itadori groans.

 

 

 

He went up to their table and could tell as he's walking closer to them, Junpei is already annoyed with that person.

 

 

 

"Todo what are you doing here?" Itadori said as he walked by the side of their table.

 

 

Todo turned his head quickly the moment Itadori spoke, "Ah my best friend! We were waiting for you!"

 

 

"Todo for the last time please leave me aloneee. We barely got to know each other yet you're acting like we are best friends." Itadori let out a sighed.

 

 

"He came here looking for you. I told him you were in the line, but he wouldn't leave. He then asked me what's my type of woman. I said I like woman with a personality and he just said I had shit taste." Junpei said in a irritated tone. 

 

 

"That's because you do!" Todo glared at Junpei. He turned his head back to his other friend, "Itadori. How could you be best friend with this guy when you have me! We both have everything in common, it's like we are meant to be best friends." Todo said with determination. 

 

 

 

The pink undercut teen closes his eyes as he put his index finger and his thumb on the bridge of his nose, "Todo please leave or I will tell on you."

 

 

"Don't deny it, Yuji Itadori. I know and you know." He said as he grab his backpack with one hand behind his back and stood up from the cafeteria seat. "We are meant to be best friends." With that he walked away down to the cafeteria. 

 

 

"So delusional. He won't give up huh? " Junpei let out an exhausted sigh.

 

 

"It's like he doesn't know the concept of 'Leave me alone' mean. I hardly know him and he acts like we been friends forever." Itadori sit across from Junpei.

 

 

"And he's in your first class too yikes man you're gonna have to deal with him for the rest of year." Junpei laughed while Itadori rolled his eyes.

 

 

 

But the dark brow-haired teen stopped, "Wait aren't you supposed to meet your social study teacher for tutoring?"

 

 

Itadori took a bite of his steamed broccoli, "Yeah I am. I am gonna have a quick lunch before going back to her classroom!"

 

 

"Can't you bring your lunch up there? And I thought she gives you at least 25 minutes to eat." Junpei mentioned with a eyebrow raised.

 

 

"Yeah but we have a test tomorrow and I want to be ready." Itadori talked with his mouth full. Trying to shove down his food as much as he can.

 

 

Before Junpei told him to slow down or he could choke, Itadori swallowed without struggle.

 

 

 

"Man Itadori."

 

 

 

Itadori raised an eyebrow, "What?"

 

 

 

"You always risk something for something like swallowing down you're entire lunch just to study which isn't a bad thing though. How you able to take risks like that? Aren't you kinda afraid?" Junpei asked and took a bite of his fried fish.

 

 

"Mmmm not really though. I don't know why. I must got have got it from my grandpa, he is only tough guy in my family who isn't afraid to risk it." Itadori said while wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

 

 

"Oh really not even from your parents?"

 

 

"Ehhh I don't see the danger bone on any of them. They're pretty much precautious or gentle on certain things. But hey. Genes get passed down from other family, not just parents huh? Like my gramps!" Itadori throws his stained napkin on his tray. 

 

 

"Yeah you're right. I got my social awkwardness to strangers from my grandparents." Junpei chuckled while take a sip of his water.

 

 

 

"Mmm I think that's a normal trait for everyone but yeah I agree too."

 

 

 

"So how's that teacher?" Junpei asked.

 

 

 

"Who? Utahime-Sensei? She's the best!"

 

 

 

Junpei quirked his eyebrow, "But you meet her just for two weeks." 

 

 

 

"I know right but with her she's better than most of the teachers I had. She makes me feel special and understood. That's her job as her teacher but she motivated me to be the best I can be." Itadori stood up with his backpack along with his tray.

 

 

"She sounds like a cool teacher. I mean I seen shitty teachers but from what you told me, she's the first to not be one of those." Junpei smiles.

 

 

 

His friend nodded, "Right!" 

 

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

 

 

 

Utahime is already finish her lunch on her break and began wiping her desk with sanitizer wipes gently all over her desk. After cleaning she toss two ropes away and took a seat on her chair with her phone out and proceed to text her good friend.

 

 

 

Utahime: Wanna grab some beers tomorrow night? I should finished grading the tests by then. 

 

 

Before she sets her phone down, a text notification alerted.

 

 

Shoko: Wish I can but I have to sober up for my patient I have to meet the next morning.

 

 

 

The violet-banged woman chuckled.

 

 

 

Utahime: it just 1-2 drinks. Not like we are gonna get wasted. I have class the next day.

 

 

Dings

 

 

Shoko: you know me! I go over than just 4 drinks.

 

 

 

Utahime: Okay how about tonight? 

 

 

Shoko: Deal. Hopefully no medical emergency call I will get the next morning XD

 

 

Before Utahime could send her a text, she jumped when her door being slammed open.

 

 

 

"Hey Utahime-sensei!!"

 

 

 

Utahime caught her phone on time before it fell. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling how fast her heart is going from the unexpected burst. 

 

 

"Yuji Itadori! Please enter my classroom respectfully especially when your teacher is here." Utahime scolded when she looked at him.

 

 

 

"Oops my bad!" Itadori laughed a bit before sliding to his desk and sit down. He pulled out his textbook and the study guide sheet that contains the materials that covers the unit one class.

 

 

 

"I think I'm gonna be ready for the Unit 1 test tomorrow! Although I need to check my knowledge with you first,  it I got a feeling I'm ready." Itadori said with confidence.

 

 

Utahime smile at his self-assurance.

 

 

That's what she wants to see in all her students. 

 

 

 

No matter who they are. 

 

 

Even Yuji Itadori managed to apprehend his knowledge into a learning tool.

 

 

 

 

"Okay then let's see." 

 

 

 

———————-

 

 

 

 

"Who were the upper-class japanese land owners that immense power and importance in Edo Japan, but lost their land during the Meiji period." Utahime asked as she finished writing the answer on the chalkboard in small writing and covered it behind her back when she turned around. 

 

 

Itadori took a deep breathe and exhale slowly before answering.

 

 

 

"The Daymio."

 

 

 

Utahime showed no signed of expression on her face. Which caused Itadori to tense up a bit if he is right or wrong. His teacher slowly moved away from the answer on the chalkboard, revealing the answer.

 

 

 

"You're right. Daymio is correct!" 

 

 

Itadori fist pumped his hand in the air in victory.

 

 

"Yes! Now let's go over the—"

 

 

 

Itadori was caught off when the bell ring, indicating 4th lunch is over.

 

 

 

"Oh crap! Uhhh can we over Japan's geographic location again or at least the edo period? Or maybe...umm" Itadori looking for his study guide but couldn't find it due to the use of notes he used to practice on. "Where is that darn thing?"

 

 

"Itadori you're going to do so well on the tomorrow's test. Based on our practice session today, you really showed me how knowledgeable you become for this unit. I know you can!" Utahime side as she walking towards his desk.

 

 

"But...what if I don't?..." Itadori asked with a worried tone. 

 

 

"Don't say that. You will, but if you didn't get the score you wanted, all I know you worked so hard on understanding the concept of this unit." Utahime squeezes his shoulder in comfort. 

 

 

"Yeah..." Itadori smiles.

 

 

 

"Now you need to get to your next class or your teacher will mark you as tardy. And I have to get ready for my next class too." Utahime went back to her desk, pulling out the same study guide sheets for her next class.

 

 

"You're right!" Itadori immediately grabbed his backpack and don't care enough to put his sheets of papers in the folder as he scrunches them which made a paper crumping-like noise and stuffed them back to his backpack then zips them. 

 

 

"See ya Utahime-Sensei! Oh wait before I-"

 

 

"You need a new study guide sheet?" Utahime already have a brand new sheet on her hand, giving it to Itadori when he took it.

 

 

 

 

"Thanks!" 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

"Please put your phone or any other devices away. Set on mute before the test begins in order for students can concentrate during the test." Utahime said as she's carefully passing the 3 pages of test in front of their students desk. 

 

 

"Hey bro you studied?" Todo asked as he patted Itadori's back.  

 

 

"Mhm definitely! All day and night for this test! I feel like I'm gonna ace it." Itadori gave him a confident look on his face.

 

 

"Now that's a spirit my brother! I too study but not so much since I have a high ass IQ but we both gonna ace it." Todo gave him a thumbs up.

 

 

Itadori nodded but noticed something, "W-Wait? Are you supposed to be in your assigned seat?"

 

 

Utahime cleared her throat, "Todo please go back to your seat." 

 

 

Todo quickly nodded before going back to his main spot. 

 

 

 

Utahime gave Itadori his test with a smile, "Good luck." 

 

 

Itadori nodded when he took his test then he grab his pencil began writing his name.

 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

 

"You guys will get receive your tests back tomorrow morning." She took the student's test as they giving them to her. She began to stack the tests neatly on her desk.

 

 

As almost the entire students left her classroom, only one student stayed behind. 

 

 

Utahime looked up from her desk and sees Itadori finishing up his test while walking towards her test.

 

 

"And....I'm done!" Itadori slammed his test on his teacher's desk with a grin.

 

 

"Itadori..." Utahime gave him a stern look.

 

 

"S-Sorry..I am just excited I was able to finish the test. I feel positive I will do good!" 

 

 

His teacher gave him a smile, "And I know you will." 

 

 

"Yeah I can't wait tell my grandpa about this when I visit him!" Itadori excitedly said with both her closed hands to his chest with a closed eye smile. 

 

 

"I'm sure he will glad to hear it! Same goes for your parents." Utahime nodded with a smile at his confidence.

 

 

Itadori suddenly dropped his arms down and raised his back up and have a frown expression. 

 

 

Utahime noticed his sudden changed.

 

 

"Is Something wrong?"

 

 

The pink undercut teenager looked down, "They can't."

 

 

His teacher leaned her head to her side a bit, "How come? Are they away with work?"

 

 

Itadori shook his head, "No. because they died...long time ago when I was 6 years old."

 

 

 

Utahime widened her eyes at his explanations. She covered her mouth with her one hand and immediately regret what she mentioned them.

 

 

"Itadori I'm...I'm so sorry...I didn't know." 

 

 

"It's fine don't worry about it. I never mentioned them to you, so it's not your fault." Itadori reassures her. "They died in a car accident years ago. It was tough. There would be times I remembered them and get emotional but overall I'm fine! My grandpa took me in and raised me ever since."

 

 

 

"But does that mean it is just you and your grandpa? Don't you have any other relatives?" 

 

 

Itadori shook his head, "I hardly knew any of them since they don't like my grandpa for some reason. But don't worry. My grandpa told me he leaves everything behind to me including his apartment that way I will be keep off from the streets and keep going on to my daily life. Although, it is gonna be hard without him around...I really don't want to think about it...." 

 

 

Utahime noticed he have gone quiet on the last part. She could tell it hurts him talking about his only family member's death even if his grandpa is still alive. With the day comes, he knows he has to go through it to keep on going. 

 

 

 

But it will be a long recovery process.

 

 

 

"Okay but I'm here when..you know." 

 

 

Itadori nodded and gave her a big smile, "Thank you. You know you're the only teacher who is ever this kind to me...more caring."

 

 

 

"Awwh. I'm glad To hear that. I'm enjoy having you as my student. I'm always here for you guys and help you get on the path." Utahime looked on the clock and widened.

 

 

"You better go before the second period bell rings!" She slightly hits his test on his arm as Itadori chuckled ten on his way to the door.

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

 

 

Knocking on the hospital door before coming in, "Hey grandpa!" Itadori immediately pull his head out the door knowing what's coming to him.

 

 

"Shit sorry Yuji. Didn’t mean to throw the pillow at you...again." His grandpa lay back down on his bed. 

 

 

Itadori chuckled as he steps in. He put the bouquet of flower under his armpit as he grabbed the pillow and closed the door with his free hand.

 

 

"How are you feeling gramps?" He said placed his bag by the bed then give him his pillow.

 

 

"Could've been better." He replied a bit dryly.

 

 

 

"You always say that." Itadori said getting the vase by the window but noticed doesn't have water. He sets the bouquet down on the chair next to the window.

 

 

"How was school?" His grandpa said ignoring it as he placed the pillow back to behind his head.

 

 

 

"Great! We had a test for social studies and I was fully prepared but this time I feel like I actually would do great. Also in math today, my teacher asked us three word problems and I answered them all and got it right in the row! Kusakabe-sensei said he loved how I’m above on my knowledge." Itadori smiles with a gleam look. “I’ve improved so much, gramps.”

 

 

"That's great to hear, Yuji. That Utahime woman is sure is a great teacher and tutor. I wished every teachers are like her." His grandpa commented and look up the ceiling.

 

 

His grandson nodded, "I couldn't agree more!" He headed to the sink, turn on the faucet, "She me makes me feel like I'm someone and I'm mattered. She never fails on me even when I was struggling on the assignments or lessons. She has got my back. I'm honestly more comfortable around her. Making me be close to her. I don't know how to say it but as weeks passed by it feels like...I am connecting on a secure and alignment level with her. I know it takes a while to know a stranger but it looks like I'm already bonded with her."

 

 

His grandpa chuckled, "Yuji, don't tell me you have a crush on her."

 

 

Itadori feel an intense shiver ran down his spine, huge wave of cringe coming in mentally, "No! No no! Gross...she's my teacher gramps! You're weird. Why you always say something so strange?" 

 

 

 

"I'm messing with you." He laughed but before coughs, "But it is real nice to hear you're getting along great with her. She's making a difference when it comes to her pupils. She is one person who is putting her students first before herself. Maybe she will take care of you when I'm gone." 

 

 

 

Itadori rolls his eyes before chuckled a bit.

 

 

 

"I'm also proud of how much you're becoming. I never seen you get excited when you study or even over a test. You have more courage and confidence. I don't know what your teacher had done, but it worked. Keep on being like that and you will do great. Even in life. When you're still that way and I'm gone, you won't need me anymore." His grandpa said closing his eyes.

 

 

Itadori stopped on his tracks and looked at him, "Thanks grandpa but don't say it like that." 

 

 

His grandpa sighed. He opens his eyes and watches his grandson.

 

 

 

He sees Itadori places the vase onto the sink and let the water fills.

 

 

 

His grandpa opened his mouth but hesitated.

 

 

 

 

He scolded himself.

 

 

 

C'mon you damn old fool! You're on your death bed, you could at least tell Yuji before you passed away. He deserves to know. You don't have much time left. Maybe not tomorrow or in a few hours...

 

 

 

"Yuji..."

 

 

 

"Hm?" 

 

 

 

His grandpa opened his mouth again, but hesitated again. 

 

 

 

 

Say it! Say it! Tell him everything. Tell him the truth. He’s right there.

 

 

 

After moments of fighting his inner thoughts, he closed his mouth, cursing himself for being too much of a wuss to tell his grandson the important thing he has to hear from someone he only has left. 

 

 

"Yeah? Something the matter gramps?" 

 

 

 

His grandpa felt even more pressure to even say it. 

 

 

But he doesn't want his grandson to keep waiting. He has to possibly tell him his last words.

 

 

 

"Just listen well." He began closing his eyes crossing both his arms on his stomach. 

 

 

"There's something I want to tell you before the end. It's about you're parents-"

 

 

 

"I'm not interested. Gramps, I have gotten over their deaths long time ago, I don't want to hear about them again. Whatever it is, doesn't matter to me. Not like it's gonna affect me or change my mind about them anyway." Itadori said while scratching his head as he look himself in the mirror leaning on the running sink.

 

 

His grandpa opened his left eye.

 

 

Damn fool. Yes it will. And I'm not talking about your—

 

 

 

"Grandpa, could you stop trying to act all cool before you die?" 

 

 

 

"Every man wants to go out in style, you know!" The old man snaps.

 

 

Itadori want to roll his eyes but don't want to risk of getting a pillow smack to his head again. He turns off the faucet, grabs the vase and went to the window.

 

 

"Get a clue you useless grandson!"

 

 

 

"Quit snapping over everything." Itadori sets the vase on the window top, leans to his side grabbing the bouquet of flowers. "You can be just yourself." He said as he put the flowers into the vase. 

 

 

His grandpa stares at him before turning to his left side, resting his head on his left arm, closing his eyes. 

 

 

 

I hope you still see me that way once you find out the truth. Man...I'm so pathetic. I wished I have the guts to tell you but not even when I'm dying I will ever tell you in person...at least I will have a lawyer to tell you that himself as part of my will. It's not right when a stranger is the one telling you everything instead of your own family. Though...I hope you still see us as your family. Yuji, please don't let it get to you. Even if the truth can be unbelievable but please keep continuing your everyday life as it should be. If you decided to do a journey, don't be disappointed if you didn't got what you wanted. Your journey will not always be smooth; in fact, throughout your travels, you will encounter many challenges. It could broaden your perspective during, but you will soon learn and grow about the world. 

 

 

"You're a strong and good kid, so help and care for others. Even if it's only those closest to you, just continue to be your wiser self to other people. Be good and accept of what's coming to you even if it can be mind-boggling or a life changing. It's okay if you lose your way. And don't worry about whether they'll thank you or not...or want you...just be a good friend and student even when life hits you in the face. You can have a forgiving heart but it's okay if you don't. However, have an understanding heart for others especially when they can be imitating or lack of any rational mind. Don't let any anger or sadness take you over because of them."

 

 

Itadori widened his eyes with his lips parted, fully turned around. 

 

 

 

"You may be naive and dumb at times. So don't change your perspectives and connections about the people in your life even your own family like your parents and I. That will never changed the fact how the three of us are still your family. We very much love, care and raised you regardless." The grandpa released a signed. "The reason I'm saying this because sooner in your life, you may have to take a journey. It's not about the destination. Maybe at first you hope your finding what you're looking for and expected the outcome but let me tell you, life isn't fair. During your journey, you'll rethink your own mind and your decision. You will decide what you actually want, what actually matters to you, which may or may not be the goal that you're aiming for. Be well-aware for the outcome. Maybe you won't be surprised at the conclusion after what you will go through. However, don't get disappointed regardless of the result. Otherwise you will shut others out of your life even though some need you the most. When you die, you should be surrounded by people. Don't end up like me." 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Buzz

 

 

 

Buzzz

 

 

 

Buzzz

 

 

 

"Oh it's the grandpa! He must've need his pills. I hope he won't throw another pillow at me again." The brunette bun nurse quickly went up to the phone machine that's by the staff table, pulled the mask down under her mouth and answered the call.

 

 

 

"Hello?"

 

 

 

 

No response.

 

 

 

"Hello?"

 

 

 

 

Still no response.

 

 

 

 

"Itadori-San?"

 

 

 

No words but the nurse could hear something like a few choke of sobs being hold back along with couple of sniffs.

 

 

 

"Hello?"

 

 

 

 

 

"My grandpa....is dead."

Notes:

Sorry the beginning of the chapter was….a little angst 😞

Chapter 5

~Past~

 

 

 

"Have you decided yet?" Shoko whispered to her friend's ear. They are both in the same class for Japanese Literature however not as students, as Teacher's Assistance or TA for short.

 

 

They both signed up for TAs for extra credit for their transcripts for their university a year later after their junior year. They already took Japanese Literature and being a teacher assistant is more well observed by universities, so already took Literature and being a TA on a difficult class will look good on their transcripts and school records.

 

 

Although she still continues to be teacher assistant for this class, but doesn't change the fact she enjoys being here.

 

 

Because he's here.

 

 

"No shhh. We can not talk when Yaga-Sensei is speaking." Utahime quietly whispered back with her pointer finger on her lips. Shoko leaned back with a scoffed.

 

 

"I want you all to turn to page 13 and follow on the question as I'm gonna read."

 

 

The rest of his class but the TAs open their books and headed for the direct page he asked them to.

 

 

"Okay we already read about Yuki's life path she's taking. What does it mean when she said she has a bowl of cereal base on her complex life?"

 

 

No one raised their hands, while some give out humming noises in thinking.

 

 

"Don't be afraid to express your thinking. I want you all to give it a shot."

 

 

Suddenly a hand was finally raised.

 

 

Yaga nodded his head at the student, "Gojo."

 

 

The white haired young male hold back a snickered, took a quick glance at his best friend, Getou, and look back at his teacher.

 

 

"Breakfast?" Gojo said then covered his mouth while Getou chuckled.

 

 

Yaga furrowed his eyebrows, "The deeper meaning!"

 

 

"Deeper than Cheerios?" With that he laughed out loud along with the classes but not Utahime as she scoffed at his immature behavior.

 

 

Yaga gritted his teeth and pointed out the classroom door, "Step out of my class!"

 

 

Gojo stood up and continuing smiling at his attempt. He walked down the classroom aisle and turned to his right to the door, "Whatever happened to 'give it a shot' ?"

 

 

"Out!" Yaga snapped his fingers toward the classroom door.

 

 

Gojo waved with his two fingers and left the room.

 

 

"Okay let's get back on track folks." He said looking back on the book.

 

 

"Can't he ever keep it to himself for once? Why he always have to be a big distraction in this school?" Utahime placed her hand on her face.

 

 

"You know how he is. He ain't gonna change his ways and his personality, so pretty much a curse this world has." Shoko said bluntly looking on her phone.

 

 

 

"Girls!"

 

 

Two female friends jumped from the loud voice and sit up right on their chairs.

 

 

"Will you guys passed out the sheets to the whole class while I go out the hallway to knock some sense on my student." Yaga passed them two stacks of the sheets.

 

 

"Of course sir! And please take your time on him. He really deserves it!" Utahime grins.

 

 

Yaga chuckled, "I will."

 

 

With that he left the classroom and shut the door. The two girls stood up and went their separate ways to pass the sheets out.

 

 

Utahime went to right side as Shoko went to the left. When it comes to passing paper, The pigtail girl have to pass out on the right because Gojo's seat is in the other side. She doesn't want to be any near him in the classroom.

 

 

As they are passing out the papers, Utahime's name was called out.

 

 

"Do you have any extra sheets? The last two row in the back don't have one." Shoko said. "Will you pass them out?"

 

 

Utahime looked around the other side and still doesn't see Gojo. She figured it will be a good opportunity to do so before he comes back.

 

 

So she passed out the their sheets in the last two row from the window then getting close to the middle. Until she looked to her side and hesitated to continue when she saw Getou. She's two desks away from him, but he doesn't know her presence since he is on his phone, texting.

 

 

I gotta passed them real quick. 

 

 

She quickly placed the sheet on the someone's desk then onto Getou’s in less than a second. Before she could get away, she heard Getou speak.

 

 

"Thank you Utahime." Getou grins as he took the sheet.

 

 

Utahime nodded but didn't look at him, but he is still speaking.

 

 

"Are you coming to the party this Friday? It's pretty much open for everyone." Getou asked.

 

 

"I don't think so-"

 

 

"Is it because it's at Gojo's huh?" He smirked.

 

 

She turned her head at him, "isn't that obvious?"

 

 

He chuckled a bit, "I know he can be a too much but it is gonna be fun. He won't bother you there. He wants everyone to have a fun time in his place. I know he won't annoyed you, just think about it."

 

 

Why does everyone keeps saying that?

 

 

"You do need to get out more instead on sticking your face into books everyday." Getou teased.

 

 

Before Utahime could scowl, she felt a firm hand on her shoulder and flinched.

 

 

"Heyyy TA I never seen you passing out papers here, this is newww." Gojo hover his chin over her shoulder.

 

 

She immediately slaps his hand away from her shoulder and steps back, "Ever heard of personal space!"

 

 

The white haired young male grins, "Are you gonna give me a sheet?" He felt a hard shoved to his chest with a paper slap noise.

 

 

"There!" Than she walks out.

 

 

She heard them both chuckled which she gave out a irritated book, clenching her hands.

 

 

——————

 

 

 

The classroom are engaging into a lesson activity on their sheets they received from the T.A's, most did in partners and others did in alone. Yaga is grading the homework from last night in his desk while the two TA's are on their phones.

 

 

"You decided yet?" Shoko asked while scrolling.

 

 

Utahime sighed, "No."

 

 

"C'mon think about it. We never go out in parties together and I think it's the best we start doing so." Shoko said.

 

 

"Best to go to a high school party that contains alcohol all night?" Utahime quirked her eyebrow.

 

 

"You don't have to drink any of them. It's only you and me, we will be walking around and sticking each other especially at Gojo's big place. Nothing is gonna happen I promised." Shoko patted her friend's knee with a smile.

 

 

Than someone raised their arm up for assistance form the left side.

 

 

"Well I'm up." Shoko stood and went to the duo who are in need.

 

 

Utahime looks the time in her phone and sees she still got half an hour left before her lunch period. She sighed in relief knowing she will be outta here soon. She decided to do her homework while she waits. She grabbed her black backpack and pulled out her homework and pencil. Before she starts writing, Yaga called her.

 

 

"Utahime-San, someone needs help and I can't since I got other papers to grade." Yaga said pointing to his student.

 

 

Utahime looked the direction he was pointing and widened when her classmate, Ino, is in the left side that she forbids herself to go and the worst part is he is sitting a desk where Gojo and Getou are sitting behind him.

 

 

"Isn't Shoko-"

 

 

"Shoko is already helping a group at this moment, and your the only one who is still available." Yaga went back grading his papers.

 

 

"Alright..." Utahime set her homework down by her chair and headed towards the classmate who is still raising his hand.

 

 

When she got closer, her pace had gotten slower when she's getting near. She know something is going to be bad. Sooner or later.

 

 

She inhaled deeply when she's now by Ino. Utahime took a quick look at the duo behind him, they're still focusing on the sheet as Geto explaining something to Gojo that had him let out a groan.

 

 

She turns her head to the one she's helping, "Hi Ino-San. What seems to be the problem?" She gave him a soft smile and bends down to look at his sheet.

 

 

"Ah yeah so do I don't exactly understand both poems." He pointed the writing with his pen.

 

 

"Can you tell me what specific area you're confused on?" Utahime asked while looking on the poem.

 

 

"Uhh..Everything?" He laughed nervously.

 

 

She laughed along, "Okay so Yaga-Sensei wants you guys to aim at expressing feelings when it comes to poem."

 

 

Ino hummed, still trying understand the whole poem.

 

 

"Composed them to capture feelings instead of explaining the feelings. That's what this waka poem indicates them when it comes to occasion-"

 

 

Utahime snarled when she felt several small paper balls was thrown at her head. She turned her head and see the duo quickly glanced down but she could see their wide grins as they're holding down their laughter.

 

 

"Gojo." Utahime said in a venomous tone. "Stop that."

 

 

Gojo looked up from his sheet pretending he doesn't know what she's talking about, "Stop what? My work?"

 

 

"You know what I'm talking about." She snarled and turned her attention back to Ino.

 

 

"I'm sorry so where was I...oh yeah okay. For the Haiku consists of 17 syllables arranged in three lines containing five, seven, and five syllables. That's how it expresses much and suggests more in the fewest possible words. So—" Utahime stopped at mid sentence when she felt something so absurd and so unexpected that drew the line. Her eye's widen, her one hand to her side clenched in furious as her teeth grits angrily. She slowly turns her head to the snickering duos. She leaned her body up and fully turned to them.

 

 

"Gojo...."

 

 

Gojo calm his laughter before looking up at Utahime, "Yeah?—"

 

 

His head suddenly turned, opposite of Getou's side, feeling a strong sting sensation on his cheek. Both him and Getou's eye's widen.

 

 

"You pervert!"

 

 

The classroom had stopped working as Shoko looked up from her phone from the loud interruption on the other side of the classroom where Utahime is standing.

 

 

"Agh! What are you talking?" Gojo rubs his stinging cheek with an irritated look.

 

 

"Don't play dumb. You groped my..." Utahime couldn't finished the rest of the sentence as she felt embarrassed saying it. "My...behind!"

 

 

Gojo gave her an confused look and shook his head, "No I did not!"

 

 

"Yes you did!"

 

 

"Utahime, he didn't. We were working on the literature worksheet. We talked and finishing this dumb worksheet the whole time. Maybe he threw some paper balls at you. But he never groped you." Getou defended.

 

 

"Oh yeah so a imaginary hand came out of no where and suddenly grabbed me?" Utahime said angrily. "But I am not going to listen to you because you are clearly his best friend so your reason is invalid to me!"

 

 

"Utahime! I didn't do it! I'm actually being honest with you!" Gojo said raising his arms up.

 

"You two were snickering before I slapped you!"

 

"Yeah that's because Getou was telling me this funny dirty joke." Gojo explained as Getou nodded.

 

But the fight was immediately cut when Yaga stepped in the three. "What the hell is going on!? Gojo what did you do this time?"

 

"Yaga-sensei, I was helping with a classmate, Ino-San, and Satoru Gojo here have assaulted me by groping my behind!" Utahime pointed at Gojo.

 

 

"I swear to god I did not!" Gojo tried to explained but Yaga cut him off.

 

 

"To the principle office now!" Yaga sternly said.

 

 

"Yaga-Sensei, I promised you Gojo didn't do it! Utahime is wrong." Getou gets up.

 

 

"Gojo always do his ways to get the rise outta me! He wouldn't let me help a classmate in peace! Him throwing a paper at me was one thing but his hand touched on my sacred place cross the line!" Utahime gritted her teeth.

 

 

"Utahime, I may love to teased the hell outta you but I wouldn't do something like that!" Gojo gets up to confront her.

 

 

"I have enough hearing. Leave my classroom, straight to the principal office or I will do so myself." Yaga said in a warning tone.

 

 

Gojo sighed in defeat knowing there will be no way to talk these two out. He grabbed his backpack and walk towards the door.

 

 

The entire class watches him leave the classroom in silent. Already know the situation, however, they aren't surprised it was him.

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

"I can't believe the nerve of that prick!" Shoko pulled out her biology textbook and slammed her locker door.

 

 

"Right? And you wanted me go to his party." Utahime said following her behind.

 

 

"I know I know shit I'm sorry Utahime. I rather not go to his party even if he serves the best alcohol, why going to a pervert's party?" Shoko made a disgusted look.

 

 

Utahime smiles, "Right? You know I never thought of him going over the line like that. Sure he done some stupid crap but.…not like this… but it's Gojo so what do we expect?" Both the girls laugh, making their way to the cafeteria.

 

"Do you think he actually gonna get expelled this time?" Shoko asked.

 

 

 

"I hope so."

 

 

 

"Utahime!"

 

 

 

Both the girls stopped on their tracks and turned their attention to someone who was calling her name.

 

 

 

It was Haibara.

 

 

 

"Oh hi Haibara-San." Utahime gave him a smile.

 

 

He blushed a bit but quickly recover as he walked towards her, "Yaga-sensei wants to talk to you?"

 

 

"What? For what?" Utahime furrowed her eyebrows, same goes for Shoko.

 

 

"Something about happened between you and Gojo earlier but he wants to see you in his classroom right now."

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Utahime steps in the classroom. The whole classroom is empty. She turns and faces three people by Yaga's desk:

 

 

 

Yaga himself

 

 

 

 

Satoru Gojo

 

 

 

 

And Ino Takuma?

 

 

"What's going on?..." Utahime asked as she steps in, heading towards them.

 

 

Yaga leaned off from his desk and put his arms down.

 

 

"Apparently Gojo is innocent."

 

 

The violate two pig-tailed girl widen her eyes in disbelief, "You don't seriously believe —"

 

 

"I know. But I'm gonna let Ino explained what actually happened..." Yaga glances at the student though Ino has his face looking down to his lap.

 

 

He didn't say anything.

 

 

"Ino. Tell her why it wasn't Gojo." Yaga said in a strict tone.

 

 

"Because he was the one who grabbed your ass not me!" Gojo blurted out with his hands up in the air.

 

 

Yaga sighed and rubbing his eyes with two fingers, "I wanted him to tell her all that by himself.

 

 

"Yeah it looks like he was cooperating." Gojo rolled his eyes and leaned his back.

 

 

Utahime felt her eyes become wider. Feeling such disgust coming up to her. The thought of a classmate other than Gojo especially the one who she was willingly to help him out, did some perverted act on her and take advantage of her help.

 

 

"How you know?" Utahime asked a bit quaking.

 

 

"Because after class, he blabbered out in front of his friends in the hallway as Nanami walked by." Gojo said closing his eyes as he placed his two arms behind his head.

 

 

And even being proud about his disgusting action...and talked about it in front of others? 

 

 

Now Utahime feels really sick about this.

 

 

"We are gonna make sure he receives the full consequences for his disruptive and disrespectful behavior towards another student. This school doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior. We will have him suspended for the rest of the semester, he will be doing online but he won't be coming here until next year." Yaga stated as he's looking at Ino who is still facing down.

 

 

"Well I hope he will never do something like that to a woman again. Such a shame using my help for your own vulgarity." Utahime gave him a hard glare.

 

 

"Ino. Go to principal Tengen's office. I'm pretty sure by now your parents are there with him, discussing of your action." Yaga stated adjusting his dark glasses.

 

 

Ino nodded as he stood up and headed to the door.

 

 

"Yeah don't let the door not hit you in the face!" Gojo waved with a cheery smile.

 

 

As soon as he walked out the door, Yaga turned his attention to Gojo, "I owe you an apology, Gojo. For the accusation without sudden proof. Teachers shouldn't immediately accused their students like that in these types of situation."

 

 

"You better be! Ha just kidding." Gojo waved his one hand. "Nah you're good. So Utahime are you gonna give me an apology especially with that wrongful slapped?" He turned his head to her but was shocked when she had left.

 

 

"So how did it go?" Shoko asked as she was waiting for her by the lockers few feet's away. "I saw Ino walked out. What happened?"

 

 

Utahime sighed and rubbing her head, "I think I decided I want to go to Gojo's party..."

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

"Why is everyone talking about the movie called 'The Curse'? What's so special about it?" Utahime furrowed her eyes as she's putting her beige lipstick on in front of the bathroom mirror.

 

 

 

"Have you saw the movie? It's now a number one movie in Japan! It was sooo good and thrilling! Bone chilling I may add." Shoko said washing her hands. "It's set in a world where cursed spirits feed on humans. Or feed on negative energies. Humans there are being forced to turned into them, making them look so painfully deformed, mutated kind of way. Used as mere puppets as they are sent off to a kill spree. There exists a mysterious school of Jujutsu Sorcerers who exist to protect the precarious existence of the living from the supernatural! The main protagonist of the movie is a villain who is the king of curse, the most feared, powerful and legendary known to be Ryomen Sukuna. He may be brutal and cruel even mocked their miseries just for amusement....but he is badass and attractive! Everyone loves him'."

 

 

"Sounds pretty spooky to me. And he sounds like a cold-hearted man who has no mercy for others." Utahime said putting her lip stick back on her pocket.

 

 

"Exactly! That's what people in Japan loves about him! He might be my new favorite kind of guy." Shoko said with an excitement tone.

 

 

"Not meeee." Utahime said headed to the bathroom door.

 

 

"Well of course you don't because you haven't seen the movie or even like those types of movies." Shoko rolled her eyes as she followed her behind.

 

 

"And I'm not going to. Even if I'm the only person in Japan who haven't seen the 'Best thriller movie' " Utahime said.

 

 

"Maybe it's gonna change your introvert personality once you go to a party. You're actually gonna have so much fun!" Shoko shake her shoulders.

 

 

"But I'm not gonna drink or do anything stupid. I'm gonna hang out with you, walk around, and perhaps distance myself from crowded people." Utahime notes and looks at her phone for the time.

 

 

"And..." Shoko said.

 

 

 

"And what?"

 

 

 

"You know?"

 

 

 

Utahime let out a groan, "Yeah a apology for him. That's the reason why I'm going anyway. Isn't going to his party as a make-up thing?"

 

 

Shoko shook her head, "You had to do it in person Uta. Otherwise it makes you look like a bigger jerk than Gojo for not owning up to him. And falsely accused him."

 

 

 

"I didn't falsely accused him. I thought he did since he was behind me and he would always do things to piss me off." Utahime rolled her eyes

 

 

"That is still called false accusation.” Shoko sighed. “You know what just still at least apologize to him. Tomorrow will be the party, you better be there. Maybe towards the end of the party you will find him, hopefully he ain't drunk or high enough to listen to your apology or you can do it early but he will be partying so it's gonna hard to find him. Your options are the party or tomorrow at school." Shoko said grabbing a gum out of her pocket to calm her withdrawals of cigarettes.

 

 

"I want to but he always surrounded by his friends, mostly Geto, I want face up with him alone see. Even though it will be really awkward for me to...apologize...so that's why I want to do it alone to avoid anymore embarrassment for anyone to see." The two pig-tailed girl chuckled opening the doorknob and entered their class.

 

“Doesn’t make sense if you are going to apologize in school or at his party but okay.” Shoko pointed out. 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Tonight is the night of the party.

 

 

 

Both Utahime and Shoko have dressed in normal wears. For Shoko she is wearing a black v-neck plain t-shirt with dark skinny jeans while her friend wears a solid form fitted tee along with high-waist black leggings that Shoko once commented that her leggings hugs her hips very well causing Utahime to blushed.

 

 

"Wow so many people here..." Utahime see how crowded the place is not to mention how big Gojo's place was the size of a 4 story mansion.

 

 

 

"Well Gojo is one popular guy in our school so of course tons of people are here and also his parties are known to be fantastic but I'm here for the free fancy booze." Shoko chuckled.

 

 

"You do that but don't get too drunk. I don't want you to leave me here alone in the big crowd with bunch of people I don't know while you wander off and do the same stupid stuffs others are doing." Utahime said with a stern look.

 

 

 

"Don't worry. I only get 3-4 red solo cups. You won't even noticed I drank!"

 

 

 

—————

 

 

Well she did more than 4. After consuming the 8th, she already is at her drunken state, leaving the poor Utahime alone back in the backyard when she said she's gonna get another drink. Utahime should've known better when she goes more than 4 drinks.

 

 

This is Shoko she's talking about.

 

 

Utahime wants to leave but at the same time she doesn't want to leave Shoko here and she still has to make an apology to Gojo. But the people and loud noises of musics and them, the smell of alcohol, wrench of vomit, the much of public display...turning into more than making out...

 

She turns her head and widened her eyes when Shoko got up from the couch and began dancing with bunch of people, clearly intoxicated.

 

Utahime quickly sighed. She has to find another room to get away from the overloaded capacity and intense volume. She already left me..

 

She quickly gets up from the couch and went on her way to find a possible empty room where she can have some peace and wait til the party have calm down.

 

Shoko should be fine on her own.

 

Going to corners, opening rooms but filled with more people wherever she goes, then carefully going upstairs since others are standing on the stairs talking or drinking.

 

 

At this point Utahime's feet is getting sore from the much walking until she decided to find a random room, hopefully find at least a chair to sit on.

 

 

She went to the 3rd floor, still filled with people. She walks through them carefully, not to bump to them. Once she have gotten out of the crowd, she spotted a hallway with less people. She goes there and find any doors in the hallway until she spotted a door at the end of the hall. Not a single person there. She smiles.

 

Finally!

 

When she was about to open the door, the door is slightly opened. Figuring someone is already in there. Whatever. She still needs to find somewhere she can sit, no longer caring who is in. She pushed the door open revealing a big spacious, bright room with distinguished and exotic furnitures. There is a small kitchen island, attached to a living room with a big black coffee stable in front of a long u-shaped white sofa. The floors were made of dark grey carpet, as the walls Contains two color combinations of black and grey. There's a huge glass window, revealing a view of the rich neighborhood. There's a flat screen tv hanging up in the wall, with white small shelves on the other side holding clocks or frames. In the small kitchen the countertop is in grey marbles with black cabinets underneath with a mini silver fridge attached to the side. In addition, the room is bright up from one small chandelier illuminated the luxurious of this room. However, the best part of this room is no one is here.

 

 

Could it be she found an empty room out of luck?

 

 

 

How does no one goes to this room?

 

 

 

She doesn't care because all it matters to get away the hell of chaotic party. She closed the door behind and went head to sit down the couch and leaning back, enjoying the peacefulness this sanctuary room provides. Enjoying the comfort and softness of this white luxurious sofa. She hates Gojo but his family sure does have tastes in furnitures and interior decorations.

 

 

 

"Hey"

 

 

 

Utahime suddenly jumped from the sudden voice from behind.

 

 

She turned her body and widened her eyes, feeling a bit unease when she saw him.

 

 

 

"I never expect you to come here. To my party." Gojo grins and placed the rim of the red solo cup to his lips.

 

 

"Shoko wanted me to...she's doesn't want to go... alone." Utahime sorta lied.

 

 

 

"Mmm. Well where is she?" Gojo still grining.

 

 

"Drinking...."

 

 

"Yeah and you're here so that's something." Gojo chuckled walking to the couch and went around. "What are you doing here?"

 

 

"I wanted to have peace and quiet since your party is already intense and it isn't my thing to be around these type of events. So I encounter this room where nobody is and yeah here I am." Utahime turned her head from him avoid any more embarrassment than she already is in. "What about you? Why aren't you there partying? Isn't that your thing?"

 

 

Utahime felt more uncomfortable when there's a heavy shift by her side, knowing he's sitting next to her. She moved her legs a bit.

 

 

"Well there are times I want to get away from this. You know avoid any of drunk people trying to talk to me, clingy girls wanting me, of course there's the crowd. It's nice to get away. Besides, the reason this room is empty because it’s my spare room. Where no one is allow to come here. I was supposed to lock it when I left 5 minutes ago but I have forgot since Getou wanted me to help him hook up with this dark short-haired girl from his mathematic class. Good thing it's just you here." Gojo said and took another sip of his drink.

 

 

"Why is that good? Just to tease me more?" Utahime raised an eyebrow.

 

 

"Maybe. Just kidding. Nah your the only person here is more sober up than the others. I rather have you than some other drunk trashing here."

 

 

"Oh thanks I guess."

 

 

 

They have became quiet. Utahime knows this is the perfect opportunity to give him an apology. The sensation of awkwardness have already linger in her.

 

 

"You seen the new movie that came out, 'The Curse'?" Gojo breaking the silence.

 

 

"No I didn't." She replied.

 

 

He gave her a surprising look, "What?? Are you serious? Everyone saw it! It's like the most common thing to do now. Even introverts sees it, why didn't you?"

 

 

She gave out a irritated look, "Because I'm not into those kinds of movies. It's too gore and terrifying."

 

 

"That's the point of the movie! But it's more than that! There's iconic characters too like Sukuna! You heard of him? He is the most badass and coolest guy in the movie. Man he gotta be my favorite of all time." Gojo kept on explaining the movie being the best in the whole world having Utahime rolling her eyes.

 

"Don't you like anything besides the boring stuffs in your life?" Gojo scoots closer to her.

 

 

"Not everything I do is boring! But I don't have the time go out you know." Utahime shot back with a glare.

 

 

"Yeah like all the study and extra circular stuffs." Gojo teased and took another sip of alcohol.

 

 

Utahime felt a throb in her head, she began rubbing her temples. Gojo has already gotten on her nerve less than five minutes vs surrounded by a huge crowd of noisy drunk or high people in one house in a 1 hour. She just needs to quickly apologize, leave the room, find shoko and get the hell out before the egocentric bastard giving her migraines

 

 

"You look tense. You don't have a drink with you?" Gojo raised his eyebrows as he's looking at her hands on her lap.

 

"No thank you. I am not gonna risk myself for drinking underage." Utahime scolded not looking him in the eye.

 

"C'mon try it! You don't have to drink the hard liquors, wait here." Gojo got up form the ouch and headed over to the small kitchen, opens the mini fridge and pulls something out and went back to Utahime. "Here try a beer!"

 

 

She gave him a disbelief look, "Didn't you hear what I said? I am not gonna drink! My brain is still developing! Why do you think it considers underage?"

 

 

"It just one beer! Beer is one harmless alcohol beverage in the world everyone knows that. You don't have to drink the entire thing, maybe a few sips and that's it!" Gojo grins still pushing the drink to the violate pigtailed girl. "It will help you relax and calm your mind! it may even help your hysteric problem."

 

 

A vein marked popped on the side of her head. She was getting close to smashing his head with that beer glass.

 

 

He shakes the beer in front of her.

 

 

"One sip!" She gritted her teeth and grabbed the beer from his hand.

 

 

—————

 

 

 

Looks like one sip of beer turns into 3 sips. 3 turns into 6 sips and 6 turns into the whole bottle. And the whole bottle turns into 4 bottles.

 

 

 

She should've stopped after two bottles, but Gojo had driven her to the point that she doesn't care. She no longer wants to remember his existence in the room.

 

 

 

She felt herself getting lightheaded from the drinks she was consuming. But not enough to have him mentally go away.

 

 

 

"I think you had enough Uta." He laughed and took the beer out of her hand and placed it on the black coffee table.

 

 

"You..don't tell me-me what to do!" Utahime slurred her words, took the beer from his hands but almost lost her balance on the couch but managed to stay.

 

 

"You know Uta...drinking your problems won’t make them go away. I'm still here." He smirked.

 

 

"I.." She hiccuped "hate you.."

 

 

"Tell me something I don't know." Gojo heard a text notification on his phone. He pulls out from the back of his pocket and looks at his screen.

 

"Ah shit I left this girl hanging. I told her I be back." Gojo gets up and takes a look at Utahime. "You can stay here as long as you want, but don't open the doors for others but me." He playfully said and headed for the door but Utahime stops him.

 

 

"Can...I at least tell you something before you g-go?" Utahime murmured her words softly.

 

 

He turns around, "Really? You sure you want to wait until you sober up?"

 

 

"No..th.. there's a reason why I came here, a-and I-I-I-don't know how long you will be back so I-I…b..better tell you now…or never." She was about to sit up but felt dizzy so she lay back down and look up to him.

 

 

Gojo places his hand inside his pockets, waiting for her to talk.

 

 

She inhaled then exhale before saying, "About..about the incident two days ago...I shouldn't accused you..or slapped you...or jumped into cc..conclusion.. you actually didn't do. I should've known better that you—"

 

 

But Gojo raised his hand out of his pocket, "No need. But it's quite nice to hear your apology since you hate my guts."

 

 

She snarled but quickly stopped when she felt his hand ruffling her hair. "See ya!"

 

 

With that he walked back to the door and closed the moment he left.

 

 

Usually when he ruffles her hair, she slaps his hand away but this time it felt rather...nice. She doesn't know why but it may have something time do with the booze.

 

 

Speaking of booze.

 

 

 

I wonder if he has more beers in his mini fridge?

 

 

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"I-I will text you tomorrow Getou..Nanami be careful on the ro..roads thanks for coming here and being their de-designated..d-driver." Gojo lazily waves at Nanami who was carrying his drunken best friend over his shoulder. "Yeah I don't mind coming all the way here and take him, Haibara, and Naoya back to their places in the middle of the night. Even though I told them not to overly drink." Nanami rolled his eyes as he's heading to his car.

 

"Ahh you love us and we love you. Bye byeee." He waves his two fingers before heading inside his house. He sees so many trashes, empty or spilled alcohol fruit punch and red solo cups, his furnitures were moved in a distances away or been flipped over, crumble chips or foods were spilled all over the floor from the kitchen to the living room.

 

Hosts will see this kind of mess be too much for them to clean up or not enough time but his parents won't be here for another 4 months due to business trips and his servants are being paid enough to clean up the huge mess. He even paid them extra not to rat out on him.

 

Still drunk but decided to call it for the night. He carefully went up to stairs, holding onto the rail not to trip or stumble upon. As he made up, he heard some glass dropping nearby on the next two stories. He may be drunk but his self-awareness is somewhat working.

 

But it won't last that long.

 

Shit. Someone is still here?

 

It took him a while to get all the way to the 3rd floor, not easy. A lot of stumbles and dizziness that alcohol did to his body. He finally made it with a big sighed, he of course almost trip when he reaches the first high step. Gojo stumbles around, likely using the wall to keep himself from falling over. He uses the wall to help him support, finding the door that lead the glass clicking sound. One of his hands eventually found the door knob, he twists the knob overans over until he hears a click. As he opens the door, he immediately held on the door frame to keep himself from falling. He looks up and sees Utahime still in the couch but now laying, her cheeks are flushed up and a bottle of vodka on her hand. His crystal blue eye's widened.

 

"U-Uta...Utahime?" He slurred trying to focus on her without passing out.

 

Utahime raised her head up, "Gojo?...Get out!"she said throw the bottle at him. Luckily his drunk clumsiness made him ducked.

 

"No you..get ou-out...you're in my home. Party is over." He carelessly throw his thumb out over her shoulder.

 

Utahime tried to sit up, but her head felt spinning and lay back down. "I-I can't...can't."

 

Gojo groans and carefully walks up to the couch and bends over then lifting her up unexpectedly.

 

"W-What are you doing!?"

 

"Picking you up of course." Gojo rolled his eyes. "Just be quiet. You can stay here for the night."

 

He looks down and sees she's already asleep, against his chest.

 

He decided to take her to his room since the guest bedroom was on the 2nd floor and doesn't want to risk tripping on the stairs with her. He opens the bedroom door and steps in. Luckily no one goes in here too since his room is off limits.

 

As he used his one arm to pushed down his dark grey blanket then gently placed her down on his king sized black bed, he felt two pairs of arms wrapped around his neck. This froze him.

 

Utahime slowly opening her eyes and saw two pairs of perfect crystal eyes. It's hard to not look away. She felt calm. She lifted her head to get a good look on those beautiful gems, not realizing her face is now an inch closer to his. Gojo widen his eyes.

 

"You have beautiful eyes."

 

He doesn't know what to say or if he should immediately have her let go of his neck and let her rest. He knows she's drunk and he is too but for some reason, feeling her warmth this close to hers feels right to him.

 

"Thanks." He was surprised when he lifted his own hand, touching the side of her face, caressing the scar birthmark across her features with his thumb than to her cheek.

 

"You're beautiful." He was still unsure if he mean it or just from intoxication.

 

They both look each other fawnly, seeing their flush faces. Both of their cheeks are reddened more but uncertain if it is from the booze or this closeness of their faces. However things have turned unexpectedly.

 

They leaned their faces, to the point their noses touches. Utahime could feel his warm breath but could smell the mixed of vodka and mint together. Gojo could smell the vodka from her but it smooths him when he could also smell the mixed of her cherry blossom perfume in it.

 

Their lips meet.

 

Soft innocent pecks turns into passionate ones.

 

 

He slips his tongue into her mouth, causing her to yelp. However, settles in as he rubs his tongue all over her cavern. She grabs his hair and insisted to deepen the kiss, causing him to groan. Feeling the heat coming in.

 

 

He lifts his body ontop of hers in his bed continuing on kissing her. Utahime felt something poking her, causing her cheeks to get redder. She shifts her body up to give some space, however, she was unaware she was actually touching it causing him to groan lower. He began rubbing himself onto her, making her squeal. Feeling the sensation on her clothed groin made the situation to tense up. It felt weird however it turns into a pleasurable feeling. 

 

 

 

She softly moans.

 

 

 

"Shit." He pulls the kiss out.

 

 

 

He sits between her legs, looking down on her with dark but hungry look on his eyes. Seeing her panting with her clothes being lift up a little higher, all helplessly with the same look on her eyes almost made him lost his mind. 

 

 

 

He unbuttoned his navy blue shirt, all the way down to his last button. The moment he unbuttoned the last one, he immediately tore it off. 

 

 

Utahime took a moment and look at him. A leaned muscular toned he obtains. So smooth and clear that it is hard to resist to not touched his pectorals and abdominals, wandering how it will feel them against her own hands. She sits up, and placed her both hands against his chest, rubbing over the pecks then decided to go below his chest. Lowering her small hands, feeling the ridges of his abs. Before she could lower any further, Gojo caught her wrists. 

 

 

"Don't. Do. That." He said each words in a lethal tone. 

 

 

Utahime was taken back, she could tell by his own blue crystal orbs that he is in dark mode. She was gonna say something but let out a yelp when he pinned her down on the bed. He have her two small wrists in one hand while the other sliding her hand under her white shirt. Squirming under his warm large touch against her bare skin. 

 

 

He smirks. 

 

 

He placed his hand in between her bra cups. Fiddling the tiny bridge between the cups. 

 

 

 

"I always wonder what you look like from underneath your clothes." With that, he slide his three digits under the gore and tear them apart along with her shirt. 

 

 

Utahime widened her eyes, "Hey!" But strangely she found that quite arousing. 

 

 

He tossed the two articles away and was gonna take a look at her but only to see both her arms covering up. 

 

 

She turns her head to the side of his pillow, blushing hard.

 

 

"I'm..embarrassed." Utahime is quite shy of her own body, wishing she has a very at least bigger chest along with curvy body on her waist just like the most of the girls in her classes. Although she appreciates her body, but there are times where she hoped her body developed up to her expectation for her age. 

 

 

She felt both her arms being lightly pushed away. She looks up to him and shock to see how soft expression he have gotten.

 

 

"Don't be. I always found you attractive." Gojo smiles places his lips between her breasts than placed his one hand, cupping her small left breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze.

 

 

She put her hand over her mouth preventing her to release any more embarrassing sounds. Gojo noticed and decided to go into little deeper just to hear her delicate sound. He then placed his lips around her cheery nipple on her other free breast, suckling tenderly.

 

 

She couldn't hold it.

 

 

"Gojo." She moaned. She grabbed the strands of his white haired, pulling him deeper. 

 

 

He expertly uses his tongue, circling around her pinkish areola than to her nipple, flicking few times before sucking in. 

 

 

Than bit it. 

 

 

Utahime opened her eyes, the pleasure instantly gone. She looked down giving him a glare and slaps his head with the same hand she was holding his hair. 

 

 

"You jerk!" 

 

 

Didn't affected by the pain, he chuckled, "My bad I got carried away." 

 

 

He felt both her hands pushing his head out of her chest, gritting her teeth. "You ruined the moment..." 

 

 

But he caught her wrist again, "This time I won't do it again." Before Utahime could say anything, she felt his lips connected her own, but more delicately. Immediately forgot what happened as she leaned in the kiss, the pleasure have brought back.

 

 

What happens next is something Utahime never expects for herself to do, she brought both her hands lower in between their bodies, going to his black jeans, unbuckling his belt.

 

 

"Needy girl aren't you?" He pulled the kiss with a grin on his sculpted face. "Don't worry we're getting there soon. I have to prep you up first." He pulled her hands away and put them on their sides. He sits up and placed his hanger hands on both sides of her waist. Rubbing her hips. 

 

 

Utahime could feel her cheeks becomes redder at his light touches, looking away, her head is starting to get light head, getting dizzy. The vodka must have already settling in. 

 

 

"Do you know your leggings tugs around your hips so well? I always knew you have a good curvy body underneath your clothes." He grins ear to ear as he smoothed both his hands over the small of her hips, following the perfect curve. "And I get to finally touched them with my own hands." 

 

 

Utahime released a small sighed as she shivers down her spine from his touch. Her cheeks turns more red based from his soft touches and blood laced with alcohol, producing the sense of motion coming from the both Gojo and the alcohols she drank. 

 

 

"I was kinda not being honest back in Literature. I didn't touched your ass but I did look at it for few seconds until Getou told me to pay attention on the worksheet." He let out a chuckled before holding the hems of her black leggings. 

 

 

Utahime couldn't concentrate at his words since both the feeling of lust and alcohol is taking over her mind and body. She lifted her bottom half a bit up, letting him slide her pants all the way down and take it off then tossed it to the corner of his room. She then feel his long fingers roaming around her behind, already love her well-rounded ass. Giving a little squeeze. 

 

 

Resulting her to yelp.

 

 

"But I gotta say...you have the finest one...than any girls..It angers me when that bullshiter have the audacity to touched your ass that I laid my eyes on." She could tell the tone of his voice is quite unnatural for him...too threatening. But not at her.

 

Then she felt his hand playing the hem of her red lace panty, "But now I finally have you here, all to myself...doing the honor of removing all pieces of your clothes off of you...I had been dreaming for this." He then proceeded to peel her last and only article off of her. 

 

 

 

He secretly shoving her panty in the pocket of his jeans.

 

 

The moment he glanced her most secure area, his cock twitched hard inside his jeans. 

 

 

Utahime immediately closes her legs and averting his gaze.

 

 

 

"I am assuming that no man has ever seen your...womanhood before or even touched it. Am I correct?" He let out a grin.

 

 

Not answering is his answer. 

 

 

Good.

 

 

Utahime felt her legs spread open, feeling the coldness coming in between her thighs. Causing her open her eyes, looking at Gojo who is already paying attention to her cunt. 

 

 

Seeing her labia already soaked in, her fluids are leaking out between her lips and dripping down slowly. 

 

"You're already this wet? I never seen you as a promiscuous type. But I guess prim and proper girls have their own little fantasies." Gojo presses his thumb in between the lips, exposing her throbbing pink flesh.  

 

 

Utahime let out a whimper from her throat. Feeling his thumb brushing against her soaked clit have made her twisted fluttered in the pit of her stomach. Resulting her to buck up her hips into his thumb. 

 

 

"Patient Uta~~" He told her playfully. "We don't want to rush in even on your first time." He inserts two digits in her, making her sharply suck in a breath as she squirms. 

 

 

Seeing her like all helpless, fidgeting under his touches, body reacts all sensitive when he rubs her delicious looking cunt as well as her different facial expressions.... is such a turn on. 

 

 

More so than the other girls he slept with. 

 

 

He began to thrust his two digits, pointer and middle, in and out. 

 

 

She squeals, shutting her eyes, "Gojo!" Grabbing his wrist but she doesn't know whether is trying to stop him or getting him deeper.  

 

 

Gojo couldn't help but smirk, he thrusts another but big inch until his two digits picked up a pace and started to go deeper inch by inch, his fingers are already feeling the extremely tight tunnel of her insides. Making it hard to go deeper as the tighter she gets. His large fingers are getting wrapped around her soaked walls. Her juices have tremendously gushed out, already coated his fingers to his whole hand. 

 

D-Damn...she's this tight and a squirter?...I bet she never touched herself. This is even better. I can't wait to know how her tight little hole actually feels around me. I want to defile her.  

 

Utahime let out cries of pleasure, whimpering, pulled her hand back to her mouth and cutely bit her knuckles as her hips are trembling. Her eyes are still close tight shut but her breathing became uneven when he curled his fingers, rubbing all over her wet tight walls. Her eyes tearing up as something building up inside her stomach. 

 

 

"Please!..."

 

 

 

He leaned his body over to her smaller one, dipping his head down to nip and nuzzle her neck. "Please what, Uta? You gotta tell me otherwise I don't know." He said against her neck before inserting another third finger, slammed all three into her with little force. Utahime jerks her shaking body from his large fingers making her walls open.  To the point his fingers have reached to her cervix.

 

 

"In me!..." she was already sobbing her eyes. Her tears began to pour down more when she clenched down his digits.

 

 

Fuck...her tight virgin cunt...

 

 

Gojo started to fuck vigorously into her squeezing cervix with his fingers, hearing the squelching noises coming out of her pussy because of his fingers. Having her to arch her back, gripping his bed sheets from both sides with her mouth wide open as she releases her lustful moans. 

 

 

"I need it! Please!" She screamed. Opening her glossy watery brown eyes, looking up to his hunger crystal ones. Clearly begging for his cock to be buried in her. Bucking her hips into his rough thrusting long fingers in her way of plead. Causing few more squirts as her tight cervix squeezed around him involuntarily. Utahime could feel her insides already sore from her clenched and his rough fingers. But she doesn't care. He snarled, loving how her clenching cunt swallowing his entire fingers. Her breath hitches, her little ample breasts rising and falling with each breaths. 

 

 

He wishes he has his phone with him right now.

 

 

He than bring his lips to her ear, nipping, "I'm not even inside of you yet I could tell how fucking good you feel. I am gonna rut you so damn well that you will only focus nothing but me imprinting my big cock in your virgin cunt. I'm gonna make sure of that. I will make sure my cock fucking stretch your tight little hole widely as you squirt uncontrollably. You will take my whole entire length as I fuck you so deep and hard. Screaming my name. Don't say you won't handle a big cock, that will be a lie. I am a man but I do know women can push a watermelon size human through their straw-like cervix. If they can do that, I'm pretty sure they can handle a large cock like mine." 

 

 

If Utahime wasn't this drunk, she would have pushed him off of her and beat him senseless into a pulp with an nearby object after hearing such vulgarity coming out from his mouth at her. 

 

However instead of that, his uncensored words pushed her over the edge, making her gushed out rapidly on his thrusting digits. Gojo still continues his rough thrusts as she convulsed on them, getting more dizzying but from pleasure than a vodka. 

 

 

The snow haired man can see her bundle of nerves from her glands was hypersensitive to every slopping slides from his long experienced fingers. 

 

 

Causing her to mewl at the blissful sensation he's giving her.

 

 

 

Making his balls tightened. 

 

 

 

Fuck this. He needs her now. 

 

 

Utahime could already tell from the pit of her stomach that something is gonna burst out of her but a bigger one this time. Before she could release the intense tension from her heat, she felt his three fingers immediately pulled out. Feeling liquids drenching her core. 

 

She whined in disappointment, crying at the loss pleasure.

 

Gojo chuckled at her.

 

"You crying? C'mon Utahime...I know that was your first fingered but it ain't that good than having a cock in you." Gojo teases as he sits up but almost lost his balance since he still in his drunk state but managed to stay still.

 

 

She glared at him, "sh-shut up!" She slurred her words. She lays her head down, catching up to her breaths and wiping her tears away. Bringing her out of her clouded thoughts was the sound of a belt being unbuckled.

 

 

She instantly closes her legs, but Gojo prevented that a he placed his knee in between her thighs. 

 

 

"Don't be shy. You are fully prepared for what I'm gonna do to you, I promised you're gonna feel so much good. I am an expert at this so trust me." He resume removing his belt and toss it onto the floor beside his king sized bed. Unzipping then pulled down both his jeans and boxers, his cock sprang out.

 

 

For some odd reason she finds that comforting, relying on him the moment he said those words. He knows what he's doing since he have done this many times before. She puts her entire faith on him which was not highly unlikely of her to do but she's in her intoxicated state so nothing for her to do. If she was in her regular state, she would kick his crotched and tell him to back off venomously.  

 

 

The fact that she isn't fully aware she is going to be deflowered by a man who she despised of, the same guy who constantly bully her, the same one who teased about her and ware down her self-esteem. And Gojo is also in the same position as well. His lust and drunk spirit have taken over his self-awareness as time flew by, making him not care who exactly he's going to fuck right now. His drunk mind knows it's Utahime, but not his conscious mind. All they could do is watch each other and go straight to sex. They can't doing anything to prevent of what they are gonna do that will impact them. They are unable to think right nor think of themselves. Until they regain their conscious-self first thing in the morning, letting their memory recover of their last night activity. It will be on them because of their careless actions they made on their own. 

 

Hopefully when they regain sober and remembered what actually happened....this isn't going to change their lives forever.

 

 

 

Utahime began to flinched when she felt a hard tip and long length rubbed up against her womanhood. She didn't have to take any hard guesses to know that it was his cock. Gojo sat back and pulled her wet thighs around his bare slim hips, grinding his hard length between her lips. Sending pleasurable thrills to her body. It was hot against her skin, a strong contrast to the warm of his hands that planted themselves firmly on her hips. He lowered his shaft to grind the side of it against her sopping slit, covering himself in a veil of her essence. Her virgin core became so sensitive after his vigorous fingering. Because of it, every of his touches made her feel overwhelming. Even Gojo could tell. He rubs his already soaked tip from the top and to the bottom slowly, causing her to release a high whine that rose in her bare sweaty chest.

 

"You ready?" He grunted heavily through his teeth, making his hard big tip kissing her clit.

 

 

Without hesitation or even thinking, she gave him a hefty nod. Begging with her wide brown eyes which to Gojo is the one innocent look, that same innocent look he enjoys the side of her. And the same innocent look he will happily take away from her with his own cock.

 

 

"Letting you know that it will hurt...maybe a lot but not too much since I gave you a hot foreplay, or else this would be much more painful." He smirked but then he lowered his tone, "However...I am not gonna go easy on you. Especially how fucking tight you are. I love it rough, you will too. It is just feels sooo good when I fuck roughly, but with you...I will enjoy every minute. You can scream if you want anyway, it won't ruined the moment."

 

 

At least not for me.

 

 

"But if you're gonna scream constantly, be sure you're screaming my name. It will make this more fun." He purred.

 

 

Utahime was too drowsy to comphrend his words correctly, but she is too impatient to bare anymore teasing. Of course he will tease her, that's who he is to her. She leaned her head up, going to tell him to hurry up when she saw his long and huge member. 

 

 

She widened her eyes at the sight.

 

 

From the base on his tan thick cock to the swollen coated pink gradient tip. 

 

This is the very first time she sees a dick and yet....it's very hypnotizing, hard to look away. 

 

 

There was a some precum that sat atop of the head. With couple of hair that's the same color as his hair. Besides that, one question raised upon her head.

 

Are...men's penises are actually this... big? 

 

 

He's not even inside of her but her clamped walls hurt just looking at it. She could have never thought of his.... fitting her. He is a tall man, at least over 6 feet. It make sense for an appendage like this to be attached to a man of his stature. Any woman would fawn over such a sight as him, and even she did at some point.

 

 

The more she stared at his thick shaft, the tighter the knot of her stomach got. 

 

 

He sees she's staring at his cock so...seductively not even knowing it. 

 

 

His cock twitched again. 

 

 

She swore he got bigger! 

 

 

Nervously, she turned her head and closing her eyes shut. She still have the picture in her brain. She yelped when he gripped her jaw with his large hands making her to look back at it. 

 

 

"Pay attention to me and my cock." He growled as his eyebrows narrowed. He caresses his thumb under her bottom plump lip. 

 

 

Utahime didn't liked when he did that, she glared at him harshly. 

 

He then reaches her birth scar, he smiles, "When I first met you, I thought your birthmark was the most weirdest thing anyone has on their face. I even felt bad you look like freak. Naoya commented no man will marry a woman with a face like that. Nor your own children love a Scarface mom. But I disagree. Your birth scar became very interesting for your anger or hysteric side of you since the moment you first pathetically tried to attack me. It fits your personality." 

 

 

She should've slapped his hand, although, it was strangely a compliment to her. She sometimes get self-conscious about her face. She would've received comments from other people in her school to the point she hated her own birthmark. Shoko would tell her that her birthscar is the most coolest thing she has and that she looks beautiful with or without it. It eases her looks a little more. 

 

 

However, when Gojo told her that he like her scar, her eyes began to tear up. 

 

 

Gojo raised an eyebrow, "Why are you crying again?" 

 

 

She didn't listened but told him, "Thank you..." she's sobbed. 

 

 

He realized why she's distress, felt a pain in his chest that he can't explain. He leaned his face to her cheek then placed soft kisses while caressing her other cheek. It didn't stop her from completely crying but it did slow down her tears. After a few seconds of gentle gestures, Gojo raised his head up and look straight in her brown eyes. 

 

 

"Are you ready?" 

 

 

Utahime nodded.

 

 

 

He grab his wet member then proceed to have his tip kissing her sweet little clenching hole.

 

 

 

He proceeded to push the tip against the folds of her opening. 

 

 

 

She violently arched her head back, eyes tearing down to her cheeks, clamping down both sides with a scream. 

 

 

"It!....i-it!...." 

 

 

"Hurts? I told you." He smirks, wiping her tears off of her with his one thumb as he's pushing in. Of course he met with resistance due to the fact it is her first time, making it hard for his cock to go in easily. Feeling her tightness wrapped around his big cock as he's pushing in.

 

 

She let out another loud whimpering from the amount of stretch her cunt is trying to take on his sheer girth. 

 

Once he is finally all the way, he let her adjust his size, looking underneath him; seeing her pant rapidly while clutching his sheets on both of her sides with her watery eyes.

 

Control yourself...wait until she's used of you than you can go all out.

 

She took few moments to adjust his aggressive size until her tight pussy is slightly open up to him, releasing a soft moan from her throat.

 

 

That's his signal. 

 

 

 

He bucked his hips back, his cock already covered in so much of her fluids, having him easily slide back in with one fast thrust.

 

 

She arched her back with a loud moan. As for Gojo, he released a low grunt when he felt the compression of her walls making it hard to move despite how wet she is. Making his hard cock throbbed against her tight tunnel, swelling and growing with each second. When he was squeezing himself in, the process itself was taking a lot longer than he hoped for. He thrust into her, groaned lowly of satisfaction as a result of her virgin cunt clenching down hard on his member. Utahime mewl in pleasure.

 

 

"Ngh!" 

 

 

"Fuck!" Gojo fiercely pulled back out until only the tip of his cock was remaining within her. He plunged himself back into her depths harshly, banging against her tight cervix. He reached up to grip on to her dark purple hair, pulling a bit roughly but she doesn't mind. He feels her nails digging into his back.

 

Utahime couldn't think right at this moment. Gasping and heave short-windedly and nearly drooling like a mad woman. Her tight cunt opened up to him and the less painful his member inside of she felt. Her face all flushed. Such a intense pleasure she receiving. As if she was in a...fevered dream but the difference is this is really happening. She does know sex can be good, but never knew it can be this good. Feeling her own cervix swallowing his entire hard length, instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking his hips to go deeper.  

 

 

"What..a filthy girl...you are" He grunted lowly between words. He decides to pick up the pace, can't wait to see her reaction. He gripped her curvy hips hard, then slammed into her with such brute force. Managed to hit a certain spot within her. 

 

 

"Oh! Y-Yes!" Utahime gasped unable to hold herself up anymore. She resorted to burying her head into his neck, muffling her hoarse moans. 

 

 

Gojo watched her body nearly broke beneath him, how she swallowed him almost viciously whenever he pushed forward, it was truly a sight to see. 

 

 

He is the first man to bring her this pleasure and the only one to do so. 

 

 

He angled his hips to hit all the right spots with each hard push of his hips. He fucked her so hard into her cervix, making her fully opened up to him, loving how her tight tunnel suffocating the circulation of his cock so damn good. Utahime spasming around his cock as he thrust her deep. He 

He pounded into her so viciously then pulled out, but her cunt tries to pull him back in having him chuckled.

 

 

Little minx aren't you?  

 

 

His thrusts are suddenly reaching deeper into the depths of her pussy, causing her to tighten so deliciously around him. Filling his whole bedroom with sweet squelches while he absolutely pummeled her juicy pussy. Letting out pleasant exhales from the way her walls spasm on him. As Utahime whimpers of him hitting the right places, much deeper in her cervix than he expected to do but he wants feel her entire cunt so he have his large length scorching her little hole through her pelvis, getting hotter and juicer with each stroke and pull and plunge. He could feel his own pelvis already drenched from her juices. As he deeply pounded her, he then finally slipped into her most sensitive muscle. 

 

 

 

Her womb.

 

 

 

 

 

Utahime's sore walls felt his cock throb relentlessly deep in her womb. 

 

 

Her reluctant cries of pleasure were swamped out by the obscene sloppy wallops. 

 

 

 

Unexpectedly, taking her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Pulls out again to the top before slamming himself back into her womb, their skin slapping loudly together. 

 

Utahime's body dragging up and down on his bed, her swollen breasts bouncing with every snap of Gojo's pelvis against hers. He hands reached both of her small breasts, squeezing and dragging his palms over her nipples. 

 

 

"G-Gojo!" Utahime squealed, her petite body being folded in half as he's vigorously pounding already in the depth of her core. She could feel her eyes watered again every time his cock hits her, small drool went down to her chin. 

 

 

"Yes...think of how good I'm fucking you up!" He snarled by her ear, nipping her lobe as he twists her pink nipples. Not slowing down his intense deep thrusts, it is the last thing he want to do. She feels really good. So good. He never want to stop this moment. Yeah, he fucked plenty of girls, as well as virgin ones, with the uptight bodies or have tight cunts, but none of them compare as Utahime’s.

 

She’s not like the rest of them.

 

She widened her eyes when she felt a familiar sensation from her stomach, causing her to whine, digging her nails deeply into his back leaving nail dents. 

 

"I-I...think...I'm..." She can't finished the words in a blissful state but Gojo understands what she's trying to say. 

 

Before he could say, he felt her tight hole clenched around his large thrusting shaft. His cock began to twitched hard inside.

 

Fuck. 

 

"You feel so good. It's hard to stop when your tight cunt is this sweet." Gojo grunted with his hard thrusts, he could feel himself getting close as his thrusts are getting uneven. 

 

He buried his face to the crook of her neck as for Utahime's face is still in his face but then now at his ear which means he will hear her melody voice so clearly. Encouraging him to going deeper, hitting the edges of her womb causing her to yelp but bucking her hips to meet his pace. But he held her hips down as he growl in a warning tone coming from him. He continued to pound into her fluid covered tunnel, letting out deep moans from the delight sensations she's giving him. He wanted to keep fucking her forever, but he know he is reaching to his limit the moment he felt his balls tightened. He shoved himself into her one more time with a groan. At the same time, he rubbed her swollen lips of her cunt with his thumb just to feel the delicious clench of her tightness.

 

Causing Utahime to close her eyes shut when something is immediately flowing down from her stomach into her core. Quickly wrapped hers slender arms around his back chest and legs around his waist tightly when she shrieked as euphoria engulfed her whole, throwing her head back. Her hole clenches around his hard cock, before sprays of large clear liquid spurt out. 

 

Gojo gritted his teeth, giving couple more heavy thrusts. His last few of his thrusts were a bit erratic but purposeful before pulled all the way to his tip on her entrance and give one final slammed all the in, back to the final ring to her womb. 

 

Closing his eyes as he buried himself achingly letting out a long satisfaction sighed when he released his thick warm ropes of cum, filling her up entirely. 

 

 

"Fuck...." He hisses through his teeth.

 

 

Utahime lowered her arms and legs when she felt her whole being exhausted from their intense orgasm. Brown wide eyes half closed, feeling his gunks of seeds seeping out of her wet bruised folds. Breathing heavily but not enough strength to move. Her body trembled and twitched as an aftermath of overstimulation, hazy eyes were halfway lidded while she stared off into nothing. Until she sees Gojo lifting himself up, looking down at her with tired and pleasured look eyes. He lowers his head towards her face, placing his lips against her own gently. 

 

 

She didn't respond back since she was too exhausted however it felt comforting. His lips felt so soft that it relaxes her. He pulled away and said something but his words are incoherent to hear since her mind has been fogged up from the pleasurable experience. Fading herself away into slumber but heard a wet plop noise, indicating he pulled himself out after finally ejaculated his entire balls out in her very depths. She feels a heavy shift next to her right, knowing Gojo had slumped down and rolled over, tossed his dark grey blanket over them then finally passed out.

 

 

Two of them have fallen asleep, into unconsciousness, not fully aware of what they had completely done

Notes:

This is the longest chapter I ever wrote in all of my fanfics XD and it was worth it!

Chapter 6

Notes:

I am so sorry for not updating, I had a bad fever for entire week. That’s why I wasn’t able to update. It was hell ofc but I managed to go through it. The throbbing headache, fatigue body, sore throat and the frequent coughs was annoying. I couldn’t eat nor drink cold stuffs. However, I’m recovering and I’m recovering well! Although my college have started which means there will be slower updates. I apologize if I barely update. I will try my best to update soon.

 

 

 

A/N: in the beginning and half of this page, it will be kinda confusing for some of y'all.  Or majority of y’all if you don’t know Japan's school year. Idk if u guys know about Japan's first year of school, but they start school in April. They don't start school in the Fall like most schools do. I was gonna do that for the story to make it less confusing however I also want to respect Japan and its tradition. Letting y'all know Japan's school starts in Spring (such as April) not Fall! 

 

 

"I know we are not in the middle of April, but do you think I should come up with more classroom activities or create challenging assignments to build up on the first year's education." Utahime asked, sipping her jug of beer.

 

 

 

Shoko gave her a weird look, "Of course not. They just got into high school, Utahime. No need to be harsh on them, their mindsets aren't capable to handle the intense amount of learning informations in one day. Their brains are still developing. Take it easy when given them learning tasks otherwise some of your students will have a mental breakdown from overworking on one of your classroom activities or homeworks." 

 

 

The violet haired woman let out a chuckle, "You're right. It's fair for the first years."

 

 

Shoko nodded.

 

 

"How was grading, Utahime? I remembered you told me your students had a unit 1 test." Shoko said, taking a sip of her big jug of beer. Bigger than Utahime's. "First month of school and you already gave them tests. Any failures?" 

 

 

The petite woman rolled her eyes, "No actually. In fact, everyone did a fine well job on their tests! Especially with one of my student. I told him he shouldn't be worry about the result of his grade so much. He did so well!" 

 

 

 

"Oh that same student you claimed to be one of the hard working student you have?" Shoko raised an eyebrow.

 

 

 

Utahime nodded, "He studied so hard on the class activities, assignments even on reading. He would come early to my class or come to lunch to review the materials the textbook or what I covered in class to check his understanding. He improve himself a lot, Shoko." 

 

 

 

"He sounds like a teacher's pet to you." Shoko snickers.

 

 

"He's a student that I look out for." Utahime declares sipping on her beer. 

 

 

 

"Mmm he sounds like he's more than a student."

 

 

 

"What do you mean?" 

 

 

 

"I mean you give him special care. More than your other students I say. You will be checking up on him and his assignments to see how he's doing, you will always talk about how he's such a kindest and caring student you seen. You enjoy having his presence in class because his positive vibes brings out a healthy energy in class. Pretty much you love him." 

 

 

 

Utahime intensely grimace, "No I don't!-"

 

 

 

"I-I mean as a parent does to a child. I know your motherly to all your students but that student...you seem more motherly to him." Shoko pointed out, chugging her beer.

 

 

"I do not. Like I said, he's a student I look out for. Nothing more. And I treat him the same as how I treat the rest of my students." Utahime defended.

 

 

 

"Mhm. Yeah sure." 

 

 

"If I have to be honest, he always lighten my mood from his kindest and cheery attitude of his. I feel more closer with him than I expected. Of course not in the romantic way. More like a nice bond I developed with him to the point he matters personally. Just like with my rest of my students." Utahime said with a soft smile.

 

 

"But more. You made it sound like a mother and child relationship type sort of thing you got going on." Shoko teases.

 

 

 

Utahime rolled her eyes then take a sip of her drink.

 

 

 

The violet haired woman let out a exhausted sighed while rubbing her hand, "My hand is aching from all the correcting works on questions students got wrong."

 

 

"Ugh. How are you able be a teacher when you have to grade so many papers and test crap." Shoko let out a small yawn, blinking her eyes.

 

 

"I love being the teacher. Sure grading sucks but teacher is actually a rewarding job for me. Helping the next generations on getting ready to take a path of the real world. Besides it's not complicated as being a doctor. You told me stories, mostly the gruesome surgical stuffs, that brings me goosebumps." Utahime shivers down.

 

 

 

The brunette let out a chuckle, "Speaking Of stories, yesterday one of my patient—"

 

 

"Shoko please don't. Not another of your gruesome stories. Last time you told me one of your stories, I couldn't look at ground beef anymore. I almost threw up whenever I came across them in the meat aisle at the supermarket. Tonight is supposed be a good relaxing night for the Both of us. Forgetting about our jobs and works as we take our mind off with couple of drinks." Utahime raises her beer up. 

 

 

Shoko chuckled, "I know I know I was messing with you." 

 

 

Her friend chuckled as well, "Any more upcoming surgery appointments?" 

 

 

The brunette took the last sip of her drink and shook her head, "No but I do have to fill a shift for this doctor who begged me to fill in his job Friday at 8 am. His patient have to rescheduled his appointment to Friday morning. I have to do some physical check up on some patient that I have no idea who. He said he will send me more informations about it." She rolled his eyes before placing her drink.

 

 

"Why he isn't able to come to his patient's check up?" Utahime asked.

 

 

 

"Because he said he has some family problems he has to attend to that day. I don't know what it was because it's none of my business. I told him I will and he doesn't have to worry about." Shoko said leaning her chin on her hand. 

 

 

"I see well just pretend it's another job to do. Besides a physical check isn't that bad, depends on the person of course." Utahime said. 

 

 

"Yeah I know. I know I have to be there in the morning." 

 

 

 

"Oh speaking of physical check, I have to set a reminder..."  Utahime pulled out her phone, typing on her notes.

 

 

"Your physical check won't be happening until 6 months." Shoko said in confusion. 

 

 

"Not mine. Just one of my students. He said he won't be showing up tomorrow morning due to his physical check up. I almost forgot but thanks to you." Utahime smiles after setting up the reminder on her phone and placed it back on her pocket. 

 

 

"No problem. Didn't know I could help." Shoko smiles.

 

 

They both set about another large round of beers as they continue on chatting, sharing hilarious moments at their jobs, talking about their day went, talk about how they were also like when they were teens. 

 

 

Everything was going well.

 

 

 

"Hey. You know it's coming up right?" Shoko said, swirling her drink around.

 

 

Utahime mid stop drinking before placing the glass down on her coaster and lowered her head, "I know."

 

 

 

"I'm sorry I brought it up I just—"

 

 

"It's fine. I know why you did it. Thanks but before you ask, I will be fine. Like every year I will be. I'm gonna take care of myself. I'm thinking about exploring the city more and probably do some shopping to take my mind off of it. Finding a nice outery for peace and comfort." Utahime said placing both her arms on the table then leaned forward. 

 

 

"Isn't what you did exactly last spring? And the year before that?" Shoko leaned her head.

 

 

 

"Yeah. Like I said, that's how I am able to forget. Besides I enjoy doing those stuffs so I don't see why I shouldn't." Utahime said. 

 

 

 

"Oh. So you also did the same thing for last month too?"

 

 

 

 

Utahime slowly shook her head, looking in distance, "No. But I did had my mind all occupied on the teaching and classroom preparations for the beginning of the school year. I was busy with coming up of lesson plans, classroom materials such as creating worksheets and assessments, set up the grade book online for each of my students and I had to review all lecture notes and organized them in order for each units. I didn't have time to think about that. Which was.....good for me."

 

 

 

 

Shoko placed her hand on her friend's shoulder then squeezes in comfort, "I know it was very difficult for you to go through. However, you know you had to. There was no other way. But hey it's over okay?"

 

 

Utahime let out a long exhaled but with a bit of pain in it. She tighten her hold around her beer glass as she nodded her head, "I know." 

 

 

Shoko gave her another comfort squeeze before pull her arm back, looking at her friend with pitiful eyes. She knows her well that it still hurts her over the past years. She tells her that it is okay to let it out, but her friend refuses to. As she wants to continue her day as it was any other normal day. She wants to live her life like that although it's hard to pretend as if nothing happened.

 

 

 

Utahime look at the time on her phone before getting up. 

 

 

"It's getting late for me. I should go back home. You should too. I don't want you to have a hangover when your seeing a patient." Utahime gave her a smile.

 

 

 

"I'm gonna stay here a little longer after two drinks." Shoko laughed before waving her drink up in the air to get the servant's attention.

 

 

"I'm gonna say don't go beyond but this is you we are talking about." Both Utahime and Shoko laughs.

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Utahime got out of her apartment's bathroom after taking a good warm shower and headed straight to her bedroom. She pulls over the sheets while let out a soft yawn. She jumped in, covering herself with her phone out but then her phone suddenly died. 

 

 

She groans.

 

 

She pulled the charger cord from her bed side and connected to her phone.

 

 

 

But her phone charger isn't working.

 

 

"Damn this crappy charger." She pulls off her covers and step out from her bed and headed to her closet to look for her spare charger. 

 

 

 

"Where did I put that spare charger exactly? I hope it's in this closet.." Utahime rummage through her closest, spreading her clothes out of the way, removing couple of her old boxes full of junk, her old teacher stuffs or past papers. She really need to organize this closet. As she's looking, she managed to catch a glimpse a white long cord laying on the corner of a blanket from the top shelf in the back.

 

 

"Ah there it is!" She tried to pull the charger but her arm is far to short. So she grabbed the blanket and managed to pulled it out and drop both articles to the ground, one of them revealing her charger. She have a triumph smile on her face, bending over to pick up both her charger and the blanket. But when she grabbed the blanket, something came out from the inside.

 

 

She quirked an eyebrow. She bend over again to picked it up to see what it was. She took a closer look. 

 

 

 

She let out a loud gasp as she immediately tossed the article across her bedroom before taking steps back, facing the other way to avoid looking at it. Covering her mouth. Her breathes became rapid. 

 

 

 

"Oh no...not again." She quickly jumped into bed, already forgetting her charger and her phone. She placed the covers over her head, trying to sleep it off, with watering eyes streaming down.

 

 

 

 

"Why do I still have that? Why can't I throw it away like I'm supposed to?" She pressed her face against her pillow tightly, letting out couple of sobs as her heart aches in pain. 

 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

Walking down the hallway with a tired yawn while holding a stack of graded test in one arm. Utahime had a hard time fall asleep after what she witnessed. She tossed and turned to find a good position to help her sleep, but the article caused her to remember old pain back on her in her mind almost the entire night.it took her a while to forget and to calm down. She eventually went to sleep after reading on her phone. But she only got at least 4 hours to sleep. She made a big batch of coffee this morning and took another hot shower to keep her up for the entire day of teaching. 

 

 

 

 

She took a right and sees her classroom filled with her students wandering, chattering or goofing around. She chuckled. 

 

 

My goodness these children. 

 

 

 

She opened the door than stepping into her classroom.

 

 

"Alright class lets settle down! Take your assigned seats as I'm gonna pass your graded tests out." Utahime pulled up one test packet with Mai's name on the corner. She went up to her student than placed her test on her desk.

 

 

 

"Mai what you get?" Todo whispered to her ear, trying to see what she got before she pushed his head away. 

 

 

"55/60" Mai answered, looking through her test.

 

 

 

"Oh really? What you get on question 43?" 

 

 

 

As Utahime passes the test around she noticed one empty spot from the corner of her eyes. 

 

 

"Oh yeah he's in his physical check up. He definitely will miss the score he got." Utahime forgot about it. Well, she did set a reminder on her phone but her phone was dead. After that small incident from her closet, she didn't have the heart to charge it. 

 

 

 

She looked down on his test packet. He receives 54/60 which is the highest score he ever received in his life. She really wanted to show him there was nothing he was worried about and that she was right he did so well.

 

 

 

"Well tomorrow morning I'm gonna make sure he sees his test the first thing. I bet he will be very thrill to know he has an A in this class."

 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

"Social study class room 324...Utahime Iroi..." Junpei looked down on his text before looking up to see if it match the description. "That's the one!" 

 

 

 

Knocking the door gently before letting himself in, "I wished he didn't send me to collect his homework for the day. He knows how I feel when I'm around teachers. But I gotta set my anxiety aside. This is Utahime. His favorite teacher I guess so she must not be that bad." 

 

 

He jumped when the first thing he saw was her, writing on bunch of student's assignments on her big old desk. 

 

 

 

"May I help you?" She said looking up from her work. 

 

 

 

Junpei paused for a minute before clearing his throat, "I'm here to collect Yuji Itadori's homework for today? I'm his friend and I told him I will gather all his assignments from his classes for his absence."

 

 

 

Utahime smiles, "Ahh yes of course give me a minute." She open her upper drawer and grabbed two sheets of their new unit worksheets before giving them to his friend. 

 

 

"Here you go."

 

 

 

"T-thank you!" Junpei smiles taking the papers from her hand.

 

 

 

"You're welcome. By the way, how's Itadori doing? I know he had to go to his physical check up today but I want to know if there were any further updates about him or his condition?" Utahime asked.

 

 

Junpei quirked am eyebrow with a confusion expression, "Physical check up?..oh no he cancel his appointment! Did you received an email from him last night? He made sure he send an email to every of his teachers."

 

 

 

No she didn't. She was too busy with grading tests, hanging out and drinking with Shoko then crying her heart out that she completely forgot to check the most important thing in her life: Emails. 

 

 

 

She cursed herself.

 

 

 

 

"N-no I didn't. But please tell me what happened with Itadori? Is he fine?" Utahime asked with full of concern. 

 

 

 

"Oh he's fine! Don't worry! It just...his grandpa....passed away yesterday evening. So Itadori is taking a break from school for a week until he eventually mourns down."

 

 

 

The violet woman widened her eyes, letting out a small gasp as her chest tightens, "Oh no...I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Tell him my deepest apologies for his grandpa. I hope Itadori is gonna be fine." 

 

 

 

Junpei nodded, "It's okay. He will, it is gonna take him a while to mentally recover from this. I'm gonna try to cheer him up since he's my friend after I deliver him his assignments." 

 

 

"You're a good friend he has. Thank you for doing your time on helping him and gathering his assignments. It's such a big task for you to do." She gave him a soft smile.

 

 

He chuckled nervously, "It's what friends are for. He will done the same thing for me without asking." 

 

 

 

"I see. Is he going to do some funeral arrangements or..."

 

 

 

Junpei shook his head, "He said he's gonna cremate his grandpa and keep a big container of his ash safely at home. His grandpa didn't want him to go through the funeral arrangement process and Itadori want something of his grandpa to at least feel his existence around. The only thing he has to do is going to see his grandpa's lawyer. He said he has to go over with him about his grandpa's will. He doesn't know what his grandpa exactly left him,  so he has to come. It's gonna be this Saturday." 

 

 

 

Utahime nodded her head before looking up at the time, "I hope Itadori will get well soon. It must be very hard for him to go through the mourning. Good thing he isn't a lone." 

 

 

Junpei agreed as he nodded, "Yeah! Well I gotta go to my next class since Lunch is ending. Thanks Utahime-Sensei. I heard a lot of great things about you and I gotta say you're one chill and kind teacher he has!" With that he waves before leaving her classroom.

 

 

 

That comforts Utahime. It's nice to hear his student is going to be okay even though she wants to help him go through his mourn but she knows she needs to allow him take time to mourn in order to relieve his grief properly. 

 

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

 

Laying on the couch with his feet up, watching on the blank screen on his tv with a sorrow look, releasing couple of groans. His room is covered in darkness. Not a single light he turned on. The floors are covered in empty small bags of chips and bunch of candy wrappers all over. He looks up and sees the top shelf where his tv is under. The big dark yellow container of his grandfather's ashes. He looks away to avoid any more sorrows he already developed. 

 

 

 

He doesn't know if he has enough mental strength to get up. Or go to the bathroom.

 

 

 

Knocks

 

 

 

 

Or even open the door.

 

 

 

 

"Itadori! It's me, Junpei! I got your assignments like you want me to." 

 

 

 

"Oh yeah..." he tries to get off but eventually fall off from the couch with a thud. He grunted, holding the couch arm to get up. He headed to his apartment door. Struggling to unlock the locks. 

 

 

He slowly creaks the door and sees his best friend with couple of his homework in one hand while the other hand is a bag full of junk.

 

 

"What's that in the bag?" Itadori pointed the plastic bag, opening the door. 

 

 

"Oh I brought you some food..and tons of your favorite sweets!" Junpei tapped the bottom of the bag. 

 

 

The pink undercut teen smiled, "You didn't have to do that, Junpei."

 

 

 

"Hey I don't mind at all! You're my friend, Itadori. It sucks seeing you depresssed and all so I will do my best to cheer you up. And not just with these junk foods and sweets..." Junpei grins as he pulled out a movie from behind. 

 

 

Itadori widened his eyes.

 

 

 

"Is that...the original copy of...."

 

 

 

"The Curse? Why yes it is!"

 

 

 

Itadori grabbed the film and carefully look at the cover, opening the disc older and see the original disc, 

"H-how—"

 

 

"My mom was a big fan of the movie when she was in her mid twenties. That movie was very popular back then. She said the movie theaters would always be overcrowded when it was in theaters. Once it came out in DVD, a bunch of people would be buying the DVD version the moment it came out. They would be sold out less than two days. My mom was one of the lucky people to bought it before anyone else does. She told me you can have it!" 

 

 

 

Itadori's eyes brighten then look down at the movie he love so much, "Tell her I said thank you so much! You don't know how this means to me...."

 

 

 

Junpei patted his back, "It is all yours. She knows how much you love The Curse. Of course everyone in japan does but you maybe the number #1 fan who loves the movie more." 

 

 

 

 

The pink undercut teen nodded vigorously before letting Junpei in, "What are we waiting for?! Let's watch this movie!" 

 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

"I will never get tired of this movie. Not even if I watch this for the millionth time!" Itadori said, getting the dvd out from the DVD player before placing back on the folder gently.  

 

 

"It was really a good thriller movie I say. Although this movie is old since it came out when we were...like in diapers! Yet it still managed to contains real good storyline, best graphics and outstanding CGI's on not only the actions but also on the characters. Have you seen Mahito and his intense powers? Pretty gruesome of how his fucked up powers are when he transforms humans into curses but overall really good." Junpei excitedly said while cleaning up their junk food scraps. 

 

 

"Yeah I know right? Mahito's character design and his techniques are very cool. Especially how he uses them but...Sukuna on the other hand..." Itadori let out a thumbs up with a nod, "Very badass I say."

 

 

 

"Ahhh yes Sukuna! I definitely agree. Who know the king of all curses with a coldest heart could actually take the spotlight! He may be fearful and cruel in the movie, but majority of us love that about him." Junpei laughed.

 

 

 

"Same here! That's why he's my favorite of all time. You remember I cosplayed as him and won a reward for the best cosplay at that one convention!" Itadori said with glimpses of pride in his eyes.

 

 

"Yes I remembered! Your cosplay was very awesome! I didn't know you actually pulled it off looking like him. You're one Sukuna fan alright. I don't blame you. The movie wouldn't be so popular if it wasn't for him." Junpei added before throwing the trashes in the small bin.

 

 

"He's one cool movie character I enjoy. He makes the movie much more thrilling to watch than other characters in my opinion." Itadori placed the dvd folder back in the arrangement of other movies under his tv. 

 

 

 

"He is a badass demon alright. Everything about him is unique. Even his name...still brings chill up on my spine. Imagine being name after him? Honestly, that will be really cool." Junpei said, grabbing the dustpan and the broom.

 

 

 

 

 

"Right!!"

 

 

 

 

—————

 

 

 

"Wait I thought you canceled your physical check up?" Junpei asked walking Itadori to the clinic downtown. 

 

 

 

"Yeah I did. But I moved it to Friday. Which's today. I want to know if I'm really healthy or not and see how I'm actually doing. I heard diseases could passed on through genetic. My grandpa had bad cholesterol problems, and I want to know if I am healthy." Itadori claimed before walking up to the entrance.

 

 

"I know you're fine. Don't worry about it too much." Junpei said. "You sure you don't want me to come with?"

 

 

 

"Yeah I'm sure! Plus it's gonna be super boring just waiting around in the waiting room while the doctor is checking on me." Itadori laughed.

 

 

 

Junpei laughed, "Okay than let me know how it goes?" 

 

 

 

 

Itadori nodded before walking in the clinic building.

 

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

"The doctor will be with you shortly!" The nurse said leading Itadori to a vacant room. 

 

 

Itadori said thank you before the nurse closes the door behind him. He sat on the clinic bed, kicking his leg back and forward for his doctor to arrive. 

 

 

Huh? He never takes this long. I wonder if—

 

 

 

The doorknobs twists and turns, opening the door.

 

 

 

Revealing a brunette female doctor.

 

 

 

 

"Hello Yuji Itadori. I am Shoko Ieiri. I am going be your doctor for your physical check up today. I don't know if your doctor informed you with an email or left any messages but he couldn't make it today based on his family emergencies." She said as she's writing on her clipboard.

 

 

 

"Uh no he didn't but that's fine! All I want is my physical check up and see how am I doing! Sorry I moved my appointment to today instead of yesterday. I was going through..something..." Itadori said lowering his voice.

 

 

"I know I heard your grandpa passed away recently based on your medical note. I'm sorry to hear for your loss." Shoko said with a sympathy look on her face.

 

 

 

"Thanks. Don't worry about me too much I will get through this, hopefully."

 

 

"That's good to hear. So anything you want me to check during your physical?" Shoko asked, grabbing gloves from the cabinet. 

 

 

 

"Yes! Can we do some blood tests to see any sudden changes there especially with my cholesterol? My gramps suffered with his cholesterol which was how he ended up in the hospital, and I heard types like that could be genetic. Will you please give me a blood test and give me confirmation if my body is fine?" 

 

 

Shoko let out a small laugh, "Of course. I'm a doctor after all."

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

 

"This is it....." Itadori hesitating to go in the small lawyer building.

 

 

"Why are you hesitant to go in? It just the lawyer reads you bunch of stuffs in a paper of what your grandpa left behind. I doubt there's anything bad he left for you to deal with." Junpei patted his friend's back in reassurance. 

 

 

"Yeah but for some reason..." Itadori fidgeting his black tie with a gulp. 

 

 

 

"Whatever it will be, I'm sure it's gonna okay." Junpei smiles.

 

 

 

He let out a sigh then smiles, "You're right. You want to go down to the burger place afterwards? I'm getting pretty hungry." 

 

 

 

 

"Sure!" 

 

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

 

"Good evening Yuji Itadori. How are you doing?" The man cheerfully said. He's wearing a dark suit with glasses on. He gave him a big smile.

 

 

"Thanks umm..."

 

 

"Oops my apologies! My name is Ijichi Kiyotaka." He raises his hand for a shake.

 

 

"Yuji Itadori." He shook back with a smile. He pulled a chair to sit on and scoot closer to the desk, posturing himself. "So my grandpa left a will for me to hear. Right?"

 

 

Ijichi nodded. He pulled up a beige file and took out two white papers, "That's right and I'm here to read his will. He stated that he really wants you to listen and follow along as I'm reading." 

 

 

 

Itadori nodded.

 

 

 

 

Ijichi cleared his throat as he held up the two papers in his hand while adjusting his glasses.

 

 

 

"Your grandpa said in this letter: 

 

 

 

I hereby leave everything to my grandson, Yuji Itadori with $180,000 life savings, the apartment room, the checkings and other banking accounts. I want him to continue living in his life as normal as it usually is. Besides my death, there shouldn't be any drastic changes about his housing nor his financial. It took me a while to fight the damn system for Yuji living in the apartment by himself and responsible on handling the savings at the age of 15. We finally came into agreement without him going into foster care. The agreement was him continue going to school everyday unless he's sick or important occasions/events coming up. This also includes not breaking the law or come into contact with the police such as getting arrested and expulsion at the high school...."

 

 

 

"Oh I definitely won't get into any trouble with the law or school—"

 

 

 

"Shh Yuji please listen...

 

 

Otherwise if he does, he will be removed out of the apartment along with the savings and banking accounts be frozen completely. That's the deal I made. I trust him he won't break the rules, there's nothing I need to worry about. Once I leave, he needs to continue on living in the apartment with financial aid on his side. No bullshiters like the bank or the landlord trying to kick him or even let the social worker take him away." Ijichi adjusted his glasses as he let out a chuckle. "I see your grandpa really wants you to have a roof under your head."

 

 

"That's my gramps alright. He wants me to continue my day as it is normal when he passes away. He doesn't want me to live in a street with nothing to support me by. And there won't be any issues since I never have a problem with the law or get into trouble in school. Sure I come in late but I'm gonna change that if it means sleeping in a home." Itadori smiles with a reassuring tone.

 

 

Ijichi nodded, "And I will do my power to keep you living under a roof with much of financial aid on your side. Your grandpa may not get along with me but he did want me to make sure your safe and have a home." 

 

 

 

"Thank you. Well it was great meeting with you!" Itadori was about to stand up but Ijichi stopped him.

 

 

 

"Woah we still aren't done reading the will. There's... something important on the next page...that he really wants you pay attention on..." Ijichi said with some distance between his words.

 

 

 

Itadori noticed his changed of behavior and furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay...." he placed his bottom back on the chair, waiting for his lawyer to continue reading.

 

 

Ijichi turned the next page, adjusted his posture with his eyes on the paper. He cleared his throat again,

 

 

 

"Yuji.

 

 

I was a coward. A coward to tell you the truth in person. Even on my death bed, I couldn't bare to tell you the truth as I was afraid of your reaction or if you will come visit me again. 

 

 

Yuji. You are always been a family to us. No matter what, we raised you like one and treat you like one. We love you unconditionally and that's what matters. Think about that through your dumb thick skull of yours when I'm gonna tell you this...." Ijichi paused. Taking a deep breath in then out slowly before telling Itadori. 

 

 

 

"You have been adopted ever since you were the age of one. Your parents took you in the moment they first laid their eyes on you back in the Tokyo Adoption Agency. Your parents used to live in Tokyo, but your father got promoted and moved to Kyoto after 3 months they adopted you. Your parents wanted to live closer to me, they were excited about moving to Kyoto and starting a new life with you there. They knew you were the perfect child to have. They were elated to have you as their own since your mother couldn't have children of her own. Until one day when you were 6 years old, your parents were eager to tell you that you're gonna have a sibling. It was the same day your parents dropped you off with me since they had to attend a clinic to check on your mother. It was a great news for all of us. They were on their way over to pick you up, however, that was when the crash happened. It broke both of ours hearts. But I couldn't tell you that your unborn sibling died as well. I knew you always wanted a sibling, so not telling you that part wouldn't break your heart a lot more. 

 

 

I am so sorry Yuji that I didn't tell you sooner. Even before I died. I wasn't a man enough to tell my grandson the truth he deserves to know. I was about to tell you when you're at least 18, but that won't happened.  

 

 

I know you got many questions you have but sadly I don't have the answers to almost all of them. To answer one of them, I don't actually know who were your biological parents are. They didn't put their name or any contact informations for you to contact them when you get older. Not even leaving your birth certificate. Honestly that was shitty of them. All I know your original name was changed since your parents wanted you have a new life with a new name. Your birthday still haven't change; it's still March. 20th. You were adopted on May. 16th. That's all I know. There's not a single info about your real parents they left behind on your adoption papers. But it's up to you if you want to find them and want to know about them. However, I'm gonna warn you it won't be an easy journey. Don't expect everything you want because it could lead to major disappointments once you get to know your real parents. Who knows if they still want you? If you still want to know, considering the fact the answers you may get isn't what you want, go for it. 

 

 

But. 

 

 

Don't let it change your perspective about everything and yourself. Or even about your adoptive parents. Your parents may not be your biological ones, but that doesn't change the fact they still cared for you. Even for me. We raised you and love you like our own. Nothing is gonna change that."

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

 

Looking a his phone, scrolling through his Instagram page as Junpei waits for his best friend to come out from the agency building. He then heard the sound of the door entrance pushed slightly. 

 

 

He sees Itadori coming out from the agency with two sheets of papers pressed against his chest with his head down. He walks up to Junpei slowly. His best friend let out a weird look, noticing how strange his friend is acting all of the sudden. As if he witnessed something horrific. 

 

 

"Hey Itadori! How it went! You ready to head to the burger joint?" Junpei finally asked, checking up on Itadori. 

 

 

 

Itadori hasn't said a word. Still looking down on the ground with the papers against his chest. He tightens his hold on them. 

 

 

 

"Yo. Are you okay Yuji?" He placed his hand on his shoulder with a worried look on his eyes. 

 

 

 

Itadori finally raised his head up with a distraught look on his face, his mouth parted as his eyes are narrowed. He looks down, almost crumpled the two papers he's holding. He finally looks up at Junpei.

 

 

 

 

"I've found out I'm adopted."

 

 

 

 

Junpei widened his eyes, "What?" 

 

 

 

Itadori gave him the sheet of paper that explains everything. His dark brown haired friend took it and began to scan through the paper carefully, reading word by word. He let out a gasp.

 

 

 

Itadori felt his heart quickened its beat every second. His chest tightens as he breathes in and out. Sweats already formed in his forehead as his eyes are dilated. Wider than ever. 

 

 

 

 

He's in a complete major shock.

Chapter 7

Grading each assignment on her small round kitchen table. She rubbed her brown eye while writing her own on each question that students got wrong. 

 

 

"Three more to go and I can treat myself with a beer." Utahime smiles to herself.

 

 

As she finished the last few assignments, she dropped her pen and leaned back on her chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

 

 

"Finally!"

 

 

After grabbing a cold beer can from her fridge and hopped down to the couch. She decided the first thing she does is check on her phone if she receives any notifications or text messages. She had her phone on mute so she wouldn't be distracted.

 

 

She only got a few messages from the school's events, a reminder to pay her apartment bill next week, promotions from stores. And one message from Shoko. 

 

 

She was about to open her recent message but suddenly remembered to grade Itadori's missing assignments.

 

"How can I forget his!" She cursed herself, lifting her body and looking around trying to remember where he keep his assignments. Then a memory popped in her memory. She went to her small living room table. She grabbed the 7 worksheets of Itadori's homework and pulled them out but stops. "I better check my cluster box unit to see if he send me more of his missing work?"

 

 

 

——————-

 

 

After returning to the main lobby where the mails are kept, she held not only few more mails but also a packaged. She closes the door behind her and walk toward her couch, starring her package.

 

 

 

She read the name and address on the package. "I can't believe this was from my parents. I never assumed they would send me something despite all the years we haven't spoke. Especially how our relationship isn't what it used to be. I wonder what they sent me?" She sits down, placing her few mails on the small stand and began peeling off the tape that held the boxes together.  

 

Utahime opened the box and took a look. She leaned her head.

 

 

It is her old personal album she made of her own.

 

"I have been looking for this for years... I must've left this behind when I moved from Tokyo. They must've founded it. I'm surprised they retrieved one of my personal belongings back to me from home." She laughed to herself before pulling out and set the box aside.

 

 

Utahime made a photo album book from her family's album including from her younger years to create her own memories and journey of her life. She even asked Shoko to finish putting the memories when she was busy.

 

 

She was a very busy girl in her younger years...

 

 

 

She opened her book and smiles.

 

 

 

The first photo that appeared on the left page was her entire family gathered together in her uncle's spacious landscape. Everyone in her family dressed nicely and pricesly as her family is always wanted to look neat and traditionally when it comes to family photos. She sees herself when she was 9 years old in a white floral kimono in the front row in between her cousins. Her hair was above shoulder level as her front bangs were growing at the time. 

 

 

She turns the next page and lets out a small laugh. 

 

 

 

There in the next photo was her in a very short hairstyle. Riding her first bike when she was 7. She remembers that goofy smile she put while giving out a peace sign and an eye-wink.

 

 

She turns the next page and lets out a sigh of nostalgia. "I remember this..."

 

 

Utahime sees a photo of her with Shoko smiling as they were jumped poses to camera and on the next page are two of them as Shoko giving Utahime a piggyback ride with goofy grins. She flipped the next page and sees her small self in the same area. In this photo is when she is posing on the bench standing with one leg and arm up, balancing. And both the photos took place at the same park she used to love to go back to in Tokyo.

 

 

She misses the good old days there.

 

 

Utahime spend the next half-hour looking through each page, remembering her great and accomplished moments that bought her joy and wonder in her younger years. As she was nearing the end of the album, she noticed she didn't put the pictures.

 

 

 

This must be where Shoko must've done. 

 

 

 

The moment she flipped the 50th page, she immediately froze. 

 

 

 

She widened her eyes at the large photo on one page. Both her hand is grasping both sides of the album, starting to shake.

 

 

 

In the photo is herself in her youthful high school years: with her original two long pigtails on both her shoulders, her eyes glowing with such content and happiness, wearing her oversized jersey from her favorite soccer team that she forgot she used to have. Her bright wide smile brought out the delight in this old photo. However, there's one thing that brings out the most.

 

 

She knew she shouldn't do this even for her own sake but she couldn't help it. She kept looking.

 

 

She felt her eyes threatening to release any tears the moment she saw. 

 

 

 

In the below half of the photo, she sees her arms cradling a baby in a fetal position. Resting its head against her chest as the baby's chewing her other pigtail into its mouth. She had her chin sit on top of his head lovingly. 

 

 

This photo was old and Shoko had taken the picture back then on her old flip phone. However, she could see the picture with clarity. 

 

 

A tear ran down her cheek. She placed her thumb on the baby, trying to caress it as if it was real. 

 

 

"Oh..."

 

 

 

She's gently caressing the baby's head in the photo. 

 

 

 

Her gut is telling her to immediately close the album and hide it away somewhere she would never find it. But she couldn't help herself when she flipped the next page.

 

 

Utahime let out a sob before shutting her mouth.

 

 

This photo is when she is laying on her bed with her long hair spread out. Smiling happily as her head turned to the tiny figure also lying but upside down against her shoulder. Its hand was touching her nose.

 

 

Already forgetting to grade her student’s missing work, Utahime continued flipping and seeing more photos of her with the small youngest. In different places but with the same happiness and love they held, making these photos into special but difficult memories. She covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the next photo: the bundle of joy laying on its tummy with legs up in the air and the widest but adorable smile.  She tightly shuts her tearful eyes and looks away. She wished her parents had never sent her painful memory album or even found it in the first place.

 

 

Where do we go wrong? 

 

 

 

Utahime sniffled as she looked back, her cheeks already wet from her streams of tears. She finally opens her eyes and turns her head back to the album. She turned to the next page. 

 

 

She raised an eyebrow when there's a corner of the upper left photo is widely cropped. She only see the same infant but she wasn't there this time. Instead, it was someone else with black jeans and she could see a glimpse of a blue buttoned shirt. She gently pulled the cropped corner out to see who it was and once she take a small peep she instantly cropped it back. 

 

 

I'm glad Shoko did that. 

 

 

In the photo is the same infant sitting in the corner on her family's sofa, laughing happily while holding up both arms, trying to reach for him as the baby was next to him. 

 

 

The next photos still have the same person cropped out, only leaving the small infant. However, in these photos, the small youngster is having the time of his life with him. Although she couldn't see the face, she knows what kind of photos are. There are some photos where he was race crawling with the toddler, imitating each other silly facial expressions or trying to see whoever can make the weird face first, toddler clinging onto his long leg with a happy face. 

 

 

"I never knew what had come to an end after all these times," Utahime muttered with a sorrowful tone as she narrowed her eyes.

 

 

Before she could flip more pages, her phone ring. Finally getting her out from her developing grief. 

 

 

 

She took out her phone and sees Shoko's name immediately pop up on her screen, calling her. 

 

 

Utahime immediately sits up, clearing her throat, and takes a big inhale and exhale to calm herself down before speaking to her friend before noticing she was crying. 

 

 

She clicked the accept button and placed her phone on her ear.

 

 

"Hey, Shoko—"

 

 

"Hey I know this sounds weird but I need you to give me a cheek swab. And bring it to my office before you head to school."

 

 

 

Utahime raised an eyebrow, "What? Why do you need a cheek swab from me?"

 

 

"I wanted to test my theory of mine. It involves comparing and contrasting. You will see what I mean once I get the result." Shoko replies.

 

 

"Does it have to be tomorrow morning? I got to go to work if I want to make it back on time." Utahime sighed, slouching back on her grey couch. 

 

"Alright. I will pick it up from your place. Have it sealed up in a zip-lock bag for me?" Her friend said with a little sigh.

 

 

"Okay be here before 6:30 am. You know how I want to set up lectures and prepare for group activities based on what they learned on time."

 

 

"That's boring but I will be there. Once I get the results which will be next Friday, I will let you know if you should come into the lab in the middle of the night." With that Shoko hangs up.

 

 

Utahime pulled away from the phone and looked at it with shock on her face. 

 

 

What?

 

 

 

——————

 

 

"I don't get it."

 

 

 

Junpei heard a desperate tone from his friend as he watches him, burying his head in between both sofa pillows quite hard. He wants to make sure he doesn't take accidentally suffocate himself.

 

 

"I don't get it!" Itadori slams his fist onto the pillows, letting out frustrated groans.

 

 

"Yuji. Calm down okay. There are plenty of reasons why your grandpa doesn't want to tell you before even when he was dying. He knew your gonna act like this."

 

"I know....but..." Itadori slowly lifted his head, showing a distraught expression. "But I still wished he could've told me in person..." his face went back shoving onto the pillows.

 

 

"You read the will. He said he doesn't know entirely about your past life with your other biological parents." Junpei kneeled next to his friend, patting his shoulder. "He also said he wants you to remember he and your adoptive parents still love you no matter what. They see you like their own son. Even if they aren't biologically related to you."

 

 

Itadori lifted his head and rubbed his eyes hard. Junpei could feel his back and shoulders all intense from the frustration he's going through after he learned a life-changing truth.

 

 

 

"It's hard to see now. Hell, my dad...I mean my adoptive dad...he looks like me. We both have the same hair, we're both tranquil, almost the same nose...we both enjoy chewing corn on butter, and my mom...I mean my adoptive mom...I have her kind heart...her compassion....encouragement...this is bizarre..." he gets up, carefully to not bump into his childhood friend as he walks around the road, heading towards the DVD shelf. He reached to grab an old frame from the top and brought it down. He holds the frame firmly as he gives a hard stare.

 

In the frame, are his two adopted parents with huge smiles on their faces. His "dad" smiling at the camera with the Mickey Mouse hat with his left arm wrapped around his "mom" wearing Minnie's headband with two pink butterflies painted on both her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around the 4-year old Itadori. He remembered this photo was taken back when they took the drip to Disneyland in Tokyo during the summer. So many happy and fun memories he had in the theme park. They would bring him every elastic ride, world bazaar tour, Adventureland, splash mountain and so many erratic attractions he had ever been to. He remembered he ate three-huge tubs of cotton candies that were meant for him and his parents and surprisingly didn't get sick. However, it was still no excuse since his "mom" scolded him. 

 

 

"I wonder if they planned to tell me I wasn't their son...." 

 

 

Although Itadori said the sentence in a quiet volume, Junpei heard it, widened his eyes, "Yo Yuji—" he quickly gets up with both his hands up. "They know your their son whether they adopted you, it still doesn't change the fact they raised you. Just like parents do to their children, they gave you all the love and nurture you need. You're their son. Don't forget your grandpa fully took over when they passed away."

 

 

Itadori rubs his temples, closing his eyes as he puts the frame away back on top of the shelf but this time farther away. 

 

 

"I don't know anymore, Junpei." Itadori looks at the beige folder on the kitchen counter he was given from his "grandpa's" lawyer. Inside are the old adoption papers when his parents got him. Including the legal guardian documents when his grandpa filled out in court and the adoption agency to be his adoptee. He walked forward, ignoring Junpei's telling to stop him. He reached the countertop and looks down at the file. He lifted the cover and opens the file wide. The first document he sees was his adoption certificate. The bolded word "adoption certificate" is at the top of the document with the following description below:

 

 

 

This is to certify that 

 

Itadori Yuji, born on 20th of March 2008

 

Has been formally adopted 

Into the Itadori family by Itadori Jin and Itadori Aimia.

 

Is Entitled to all the Rights and Privileges there to as their kid.

 

ON THIS 16TH OF MAY 2009

 

Itadori's eyes furrowed on the pledge that's below the certificate.

 

I will provide a loving home for my child and take care for my lifetime 

 

And, I will promise to be responsible, honest, and nurtured for my child. 

 

With both their signatures signed on the left bottom corner and the date written on the right.

 

 

The teen gritted his teeth. 

 

 

"Honest my ass!" With that, he slapped the files hard enough to spread the documents all over the kitchen.

 

"Yuji!" Junpei immediately picked up documents off the floor with an annoyed expression. "Look I'm sorry you found out you were adopted but that doesn't excuse this! You cant let these documents fly out recklessly. You need them for future importance!" 

 

 

The pinked-undercut let out a sigh, "I'm sorry Junpei. You're right...Ijichi-San told me I have to keep them for government-related proof crap." Itadori bent down to find any remaining other documents that fly to the ground. He went under the kitchen table to check and spotted one. He crawled underneath then grabbed the sheet gently and pulled himself out. 

 

 

"I got one!" Itadori turned the sheet over and sees it is his adoption form where it describes him when he was one year old. He sees the first few bolted words in the top center of the document as Tokyo's infant adoption agency.

 

 

Tokyo...so I was actually born there instead of Kyoto, huh? No wonder I always wanted to live that city. Perhaps it felt like home to me. Even if I was put in an adoption agency. 

 

He noticed on the top right corner, it was a copy pictured of him when he was an a-year-old toddler.

 

I bet I never knew what the hell was going on when I lived there...how long did I live there actually?

 

 

He look through the document and found the day he was placed:

 

 

Date: April 28th...Time: 10:37 am. 

 

"So I have been there for two weeks? Wow, I thought I had lived there since I was born....hold on so this means I was with my real parents for the entire year??" Itadori looked at the next 2 categories where it says biological parents 1 and 2.

 

 

Anonymous.

 

Anonymous.

 

 

"But why did they give me up if they took care of me for a year? What went wrong?" Itadori let out a hum in thinking, trying his best to remember even though it is entirely impossible to remember anything at such an early age.

 

 

He felt his head being hit with rolls of paper.

 

"Ow!" Itadori rubbed his head, and looked up and to see his friend giving a glare. 

 

"Thanks for the help," Junpei muttered before Itadori handed his last document to him. 

 

 

The pinked-haired male chuckled, "Sorry I was thinking of something..."

 

 

"Yeah like, what? Besides Jennifer Lawrence's cleavage leaked pic." Junpei teased as he went back to the counter to place the entire documents back in its folder.

 

 

"No—Maybe but it's not what I'm talking about." Itadori closes his eyes before exhaling. "Do you think I should find my real parents?"

 

 

Right after Junpei placed the documents back, he stiffened. He quickly turned his head with a firm look, "I honestly think you shouldn't."

 

 

itadori widened his eyes at his response, "W-why?"

 

 

Junpei let out a sigh and turned over to his friend, "I'm your friend, but I have to be real with you. There could be plenty of reasons they put you up. They could be junkies that only spent time on getting high, or thieves..in some way to get money illegally or worst of all...abusers on to each other or you. Maybe they weren't the ones who placed you in the adoption agency. Perhaps neighbors or anyone noticed them being shitty parents and reported to the child social worker. Who knows who was your parents or who they are now? But you don't have to worry about that. You have a great life here and were raised in a loving and caring family. If they didn't give you away, you would have a shitty ass life with hardly any food, water, or being taken care of every day. Probably ended up dead somewhere in the street. It seems like your real parents made the right choice."

 

 

 

"But they're my biological parents—"

 

 

 

"So? Dude, they didn't leave any of their pieces of the information nor leave their names for you to know and you to contact. It seems like to me they don't want you to find them. Hell, they didn't bring your original birth certificate to the adoption agency when they brought you. One of the red flags there. They already showed what careless parents they are." Junpei stated without hesitation. 

 

 

Both of them are silent. The air tension has gotten tightened around them. Making feel uncomfortable to move.

 

"I'm sorry Yuji but I don't want you to get disappointed especially when you got your hopes up. I don't think it will be a good idea to meet your so-called 'real' parents, it's like meeting strangers you never even met. It's best not to find them." 

 

 

Itadori lowered his head. He never thought of that. That could be possible. Why else did he end up being there in the first place? One of the major reasons orphanages existed is due to parents' extreme lack of care or support towards their children. And those children ended with a traumatic experience they would have to live with for the rest of their lives. 

 

 

However, he doesn't know if he received any trauma. 

 

 

"Maybe..." But I want to know what they look like. What was my real name? And why did they keep me for a year if they weren't capable of taking care of themselves? 

 

 

"I know you had such a long and shocking day, but want to watch a horror movie and order some pizza?" Junpei asked getting out his phone to order.

 

 

The pinked-hair male nodded with a smile "yeah! But let me pick a movie. I know what movie we should see and to rant on."

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

Going through the aisle, Itadori grabbed specific ingredients to make his salmon daikon for tonight. 

 

 

He needs to find the right aka his all-time-favorite spices that will go well for dinner. Before grabbing a togarashi and shoga , he almost dropped one of the spices when he heard a gentle familiar voice behind him. 

 

 

"Itadori-San?" 

 

 

The pinked-hair teen turned around and smiles brightly when he sees his social studies teacher carrying a small basket with one arm, walking towards him from the left side of the aisle. 

 

"Heya Utahime-sensei!" He waved cheerily. "How's it going! I didn't know you come to this market."

 

 

The dark-purpled-haired woman let out a small chuckle, "I was gonna ask you the same. I'm here to pick up a few things." Utahime glanced at Itadori's basket. "Ahh, I see you're getting those types of spices. Good choice." She nodded.

 

 

"Thanks. I enjoyed using these kinds for cooking! Especially when they all good on any meals." Itadori claimed with a thumbs up.

 

 

"I agree with you." Utahime nodded.

 

 

"How was uhh class I mean since I haven't been there for a while...uh what did I miss?" He asked scratching his head.

 

 

"We already started the third unit on the introduction of Japanese politics recently this week. I had finished grading yesterday's homework an hour ago." 

 

"Oh crap, I already missed the second unit's test huh? Man, I gotta catch up!" Itadori slapped the side of his forehead.

 

 

She gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry about the test, Itadori-San. As long you turned in your missing assignments and activities from the second and third unit, your grade should be covered. However, there's no need to rush. I heard what happened and I wanted to say I'm so sorry for your loss. Losing a loved one is one of the hardest and heartbreaking to go through. Especially alone. I hope you are coping well. It was nice your friend brought all your homework to you while you recover. even though I missed having you in my class, but take your time okay?" 

 

Itadori cringed a bit when she said the word "loved-one", talking about his "grandpa" but he immediately shook it off before she noticed. He responds with a smile, "Thanks Utahime-sensei. But don't worry about me because I will be fine. Sure it was...not something I expect will happen his death so soon...even after...but I can assure you I'm coping right now by making myself some good dinner for tonight. Trying to not think about this too much." He chuckled then placed the spice into his basket.

 

 

"I'm glad you are doing well but take your time is okay. Let me know if you need anything, hun. No need to rush on your grieve, it takes a long process to recover." Utahime placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a soft squeeze. 

 

 

 

This alarmed Itadori.

 

 

 

The familiar weird, however...warm sensation had developed just from a small touch. 

 

 

He doesn't why he's feeling like this all of a sudden but he wants to lean on the touch as if it has been forever. However, the gentle sensation has immediately vanished when his sensei took her handoff. 

 

"I got to head home soon. It was great seeing you again, Itadori-san." Utahime smiled at him and waved goodbye as she turned around.

 

 

The pinked-haired male waved hesitantly "Uh bye..." 

 

 

What the hell just happened?

 

 

When Utahime walked out of the convenience market, carrying the small white bag in one hand, she felt a strange but comforting sensation that she couldn't explain why she began to feel. It started back in the beginning of the school year but eventually stopped two weeks ago, however recently she felt the same sensation again. 

 

 

She furrowed her eyes.

 

 

—————-

 

 

Crawling around in a familiar but forgotten living room area. Looking around familiar amenities hanging on the wall. It goes well with the decorative furniture that suits the look of the room. He's crawling around the living room is his everyday routine. 

 

 

Including when he’s climbing, bouncing, and throwing his toys everywhere despite getting scold would not stop him from doing what he enjoys doing. He heard nursery rhymes playing on the small square tv. But doesn't pay too much attention as he found his favorite teddy boxer bear on the sofa. He giggles and crawled faster to reach for his precious stuffed animal. Once the toddler reaches the sofa, he gently reaches the edge of the grey cushion and carefully stands up. However, he could feel his legs getting a bit wobbly. Before he could slip off, he grabs the stuffed boxer glove on his bear and fell backward. 

 

"Oof!" 

 

 

He landed on his butt but not enough to make him cry since he got his favorite teddy. The little toddler's first thing to do is immediately hug his teddy and swing left to right. He lays down as he plays with the sounds of baby laughter.

 

 

Until then he stops playing when he recognizes the aromatic scent. 

 

 

The delicious scent he will forever love and remember.

 

 

He licks his mouth and let out of giggles. Suddenly a soft tone of melody could be heard from the other side. 

 

The same lovely rhythmic in such a dulcet voice he will never get tired listening.

 

He rolls over his tiny stomach and lets go of his stuffed bear. Following the beautiful scent as he crawls across the room. To the hallway and the entrance in the middle of the hall were that leads him to the kitchen. 

 

 

He widened his smile when he sees her. 

 

 

He picked up his crawling pace and head over to the woman with long dark-hair, yellow-shorts and a black sweater. His little hands patted the white and black pattern tiles, making small slap noises that echo through the kitchen but the woman doesn't hear the sudden hand steps since she was too occupied making curry on the stovetop. 

 

The little toddler sit up then grabbed onto her leg to support himself standing up. Once he stands upright while holding onto her leg. He began to jump while letting out giggles.

 

 

The young woman stopped her humming and stirring as she noticed something on her lower leg. Taking out the ladle and put it right beside the pot, bringing her head down to her left side. Smiling brightly to know who it was.

 

"Hiii my love~" The long dark-haired woman turned her side and bend down to pick up her toddler. Giving him kisses on his baby fat cheeks, forehead, cheeks again. The toddler responded with a peal of high laughter as he cradled her face in both his stubby hands.

 

 

"Mommy is making curry for lunch! Just for two of us!" 

 

 

The baby boy giggles in happiness.

 

 

 

The mother responded with a wide smile, touching her nose with his as she also giggles.

 

 

"My little angel. My love. My life."

 

 

 

"Just the way you like it. Your two favorite seasons: togarashi and shoga! Don't forget both of them are good on any meal." 

 

 

"Mama!" The little toddler pointed out the boiling stew.

 

 

"Oh!" She quickly turned the stove knob all the way off with one arm and the other holding him. "You save my food on time sweetie. You are such a smart chef!" She held him up high as the toddler wail his arms around in happiness. 

 

 

"I don't know what I will do without you!" The young woman gave her the most content and loving smile her son ever adores. "I love you so much! You're my everything!" She said lovingly as she cuddling the little one into her arms, gently rubbing her check against his. 

 

 

They both never want to let go each other.  

 

 

 

 

Quickly sitting up on his bed, gasping for air. Holding his head with an exhausted look on Itadori's face. 

 

 

"What the...hell? Again?" Itadori closes his eyes, calming his nerve after an intense dream he had.

 

 

"Great. First, my so-called grandpa dies, I found out I was adopted and now my weird dreams had come back.." Itadori floods down on his bed, sighing tiredly.

 

 

 

"But why are my weird dreams feels like it had happened before...as if I was actually there." He ran his hand down from his head to the side. 

 

 

 

"Why have they come back suddenly?"

 

 

He took another moment of thinking.

 

 

And who was that lady in my dream anyway? I thought I have...seen her before.

 

———————

 

 

 

Today is the next Friday.

 

 

 

 

Itadori has finally come back.

 

 

 

He has to admit he's glad he's back that way he can try to forget of what had happened to his life.

 

 

Opening up the classroom door, the first he saw was his favorite teacher. Write today's agenda on the chalkboard. She turns her head around the door closing and widening her smile.

 

 

"Itadori. It's good to finally have you back in class! How are you now?" Utahime asked, placing the chalk down.

 

 

"I'm still managing but I am well enough to be back on my studies! I got a lot of catching up to do." Itadori claim as he took his assigned seat.

 

 

"That's great to hear! The class won't start for another 15 minutes. Stick around. I'm just writing the agenda for today's class activities we are gonna do." Utahime let out a smile before turning around, grabbing the chalk, as she began writing.

 

 

Itadori nodded, grabbing his backpack and pulling out his folder, grabbing his missing assignments one by one in order. 

 

 

As he was organizing and checking to see all his assignments and make-up works are finished, he immediately froze. 

 

 

He sit still and listens. 

 

 

 

Listening carefully. 

 

 

 

 

Of the harmonious sound.

 

 

 

The delicate and sweet melody. The strangely but familiar gentle and smooth tone.

 

 

The gifted tone made the notes become blissful to hear. 

 

 

 

W-where?....where have I heard that before? Was it from a song on a radio I heard this morning? No...there weren't any songs that match up that smooth melody and its right rhythm....where is it coming from?

 

 

Itadori looked up and sees his teacher. Still writing in the chalkboard as she's humming in the melodic voice he has heard.

 

 

 

"Utahime-sensei?"

 

 

 

Utahime stopped in her writing tracks and turned her head around, "Yes?"

 

 

 

"Your humming."

 

 

Utahime widened her eyes a bit, "Oh I apologize Itadori-San my humming had distracted you. Sometimes I couldn't control the volume of my voice when I'm humming."

 

 

"N-no not That. I didn't mean 'you're' I meant 'your'. Where do you hear that kind of music? It has kinda caught me uhhm.. listening." Itadori asked with a slight nervous smile.

 

 

"Oh. It's not from a song I heard." Utahime let out a chuckle. "It's my own notes I made up. I know it's quite catching I even sometimes caught humming or even singing for a while." 

 

 

Itadori is confused. What? Then why have I heard of it before? In fact, why have I heard her singing before when this is the first time I'm hearing it?

 

 

 

Before he could concentrate more, he jumped when he heard the classroom door slammed open.

 

 

"My brother!!" Todo had abruptly opened the door as he's waving his arm with a huge smile and tearful eyes. "I thought you would never come back!" Marching up to him, hardly hearing his sensei's scolding in a irritating manner for him barging in rudely.

 

 

Damn it I forgot about him! 

 

 

"Ahh stay away from me!!" Itadori immediately got out from his desk and ran straight toward the classroom door and ran out before Todo chase him in full speed.

 

——————

 

 

 

"Okay, Shoko. This better be important." Utahume closed the laboratory door behind her after checking to see any security or doctors coming. Luckily they don't. "You know I'm risking myself just coming here."

 

 

Shoko scoffed as she's searching the proper document through the file in the drawer under the desk filled with old medical procedure tools. "Trust me. It is. Even if you did get into trouble, it will be still worth it when you find out the truth."

 

 

The dark-haired woman raised an eyebrow at her statement and was about to ask what she means when her friend found the file she was looking for.

 

 

"Got it!" She turned around and immediately walked towards Utahime with both her hands gripping on the file. Her friend's facial expression appears to be somewhat worried. 

 

 

"Shoko what's?—" Shoko is now next to her in a second and open the file without hesitation. Utahime took a look at the first document, furrowed her eyebrows. 

 

 

"Shoko. What am I seeing? One of your patient's medical documents? You're validating their confidential rights!" Utahime's voice raised in an agitated matter of how her friend could show her "experiments" without their consent.

 

"This isn't about that Utahime! Look on the next page!" Shoko pulled out the first document and put it in the back of the files. The second file shows the medical records of a patient. And a picture of them.

 

 

Patient name: Itadori Yuji.

 

 

 

"Shoko. This isn't funny anymore. He's one of my students and you're showing me their personal information--"

 

 

"Look at his entire information. I promised you this is something." Shoko said impatiently.

 

 

Utahime widens her eyes seeing her friend in serious behavior. She's not joking around. The woman look back at her student's medical information and read through them. 

 

 

Itadori Yuji.

 

 

Born in March. 28 2008.

 

Biological parents 1 & 2: Unknown

 

☑️ Adoptee 

 

Adoptive Parents 1 & 2: Itadori Jin and Itadori Aimia 

 

Deceased in June 18th 2014

 

Adoptive Guardian: Itadori Wasuke 

 

Deceased in April 11th 2021.

 

 

 

 

"S-Shoko. I don't think this is necessary for me to know about his very personal life...this is something you need to tell him especially about him being—"

 

 

"Look at his blood analysis." Shoko interrupted impatiently.

 

Utahime looked further down and saw his blood outcome:

 

 

Blood type A.

 

Blood analysis:

 

 

 

 

Utahime looked at the analysis and sees the results were kinda similar to hers. His blood type having one A allele and one O allele.

 

 

 

She raised an eyebrow. "Shoko. Is his blood analysis has been mixed up with mine?"

 

 

"No it hasn’t because your blood analysis from last year is still in your folder." Shoko brought up the document from behind and handed to her friend.

 

 

Utahime retrieved her medical folder with a confused look and was about to open her file but Shoko interrupted.

 

 

"Remember I asked you getting the cheek swab from you? The test result is there and....." Shoko closes her eyes. "I think you should see it." 

 

 

Utahime opened her file and the first document was her last year's blood analysis. She compare both her and Itadori's analysis's and observe carefully if this was some kind of misinformation occurred during results. 

 

 

As if Shoko read her mind "And I did his blood test again like three times all thoroughly and careful examination. Each of the three came out with the same outcome. However I wanted to make sure...and well....look at your cheek swab result."

 

Utahime placed her year-old blood analysis behind her medical record and the next document is her test result from the cheek swab. The first word it came to her eyes have caught her off guard.

 

 

 

DNA Paternity Test Report

 

 

 

She lowered her eyes on the resulted outcome from the cheek swab. 

 

 

It's a genetic system table.

 

 

She sees 20 different locations on her DNA, as listed in the "locus" column, and compares hers with the same locations on the other tested party whom inherits one copy of her DNA segment.

 

 

 

Itadori Yuji.

 

 

 

 

She widened her eyes. 

 

 

 

Apparently he shown has two sets of alleles at each location tested, and she can see that at least one of these matches with her own alleles.

 

 

She looks above and saw a term PI in the table in the upper left. The she noticed the term is Paternity Index. And its statistics

 

 

The Paternity Index's statistics indicates the strength of the match at each Locus (DNA location). One of Itadori's alleles at each location have match one of the her's at that location. 

 

 

Her breathe hitched. She looks further down. 

 

 

Combined Paternity Index

 

The Combined Paternity Index is the number on the lower left side of the report, directly under her Genetic System Table. There is a number listed for the Combined Paternity Index and it looks like the index contains odds ratio indicating how many times more likely that she is....

 

 

No...

 

 

 

The number is higher.

 

 

 

This..T-This can't be!

 

 

 

She reads the last section.

 

 

 

Test Conclusions

 

 

 

Her eyes steadily read word per word carefully as the one conclusion states, 

 

 

 

"Utahime Iori is not excluded as the biological mother of the tested child" 

 

 

 

Which means.

 

 

 

Utahime took a bunch of steps back before her back hit against the shelves full of other documents and records, causing other folders to drop down and skilled. She doesn't care as he made a mess and how it will be a lot of papers Shoko has to pick up.

 

 

 

All that matters of what she had shockingly discovered.

 

 

 

Feeling her heart race against her chest threatening to explode into pieces at any given moment, clutching onto her shirt tightly letting out short breathes. Her eyes watered, streaming down to her face. Dripping from her chin to her sleepwear shirt. Hyperventilating as memories have begun to flood her head.

 

 

 

Notes:

You guys i am so sorry for a longggg ass update. Here's the truth about this update...I did started the draft and was half way there until the hard part whihc was learning about adoption agency works and DNA Paternity Test since I am no doctor nor I work at the agency so researching was a lot and I wanted to be accurate as I can. And school is there so there were days where I don't research. But I finally finished with my research. If what I said was wrong, I am so sorry but please give me suggestions or websites where I can find adoption agency papers including the DNA tests bc that would be real helpful and get me through writing! If you guys dont know what I meant "...is not excluded as the biological mother..." it means Utahime is officially Itadori's mother. Sorry if that wording confused you, that is how DNA Paternity test conclusion states if the female or male are biological. If it said "is excluded as the biological parent..." that means he/she isn't the biological parent. Honestly it was interesting to learn how DNA testing should be read and what the results look like. Anyway, I am veryyyyy sorry for the long ass update. School has making me busy especially when I am gonna be an intern soon next semester. I will try my best to update on Last Chance and with my other fanfics. Perhaps I will update more soon since December is coming which holiday vacation and my semester ends around that time! :D

 

I love you guys thank you so much for still reading!

Chapter 8: PLZ READ. IMPORTANT AUTHOR’S NOTE

Summary:

I am so sorry but this isn’t a chapter…

Sorry, this is not a chapter but I want to discuss and clarify about this fanfic.

 

to start I received a few comments from the same user in the last chapter here (AO3). Chapter 7. Where the commenter stated that they were expecting to be only about GojoHime. They didn’t want to be about Yuji’s perspective although he is their child in this story. Even though at the beginning of this fanfic AND on Wattpad I have stated that this fanfic isn’t really about them. Nor this fanfic isn’t focusing on just romance. Just because most of the chapters were about Yuji even though I had said his POV is important for this story because he is a key for them and one who is heading toward a complex journey that GojoHime isn't the only one had to go through. My writing on ship fanfics, I don’t tend to write only about my ships bc to me I find it boring to write. I am into writing dramatic, angst, plot-twists, reality, etc., and turning it into a hard journey they will experience how life won’t always be easy which sometimes affects couples. Yeah I know it sounded dark or harsh but that is the point when I am writing my fanfics especially for ships but of course, people like the commenter aren’t satisfied with that and find my story to be “okay but don’t make sense”. 

 

“We still haven't even got to gojo yet we still stuck on yuji”

 

Lmaooo this commenter is so impatient because this book is going to be a long one and I already planned how this story will turn out. One of reasons I am doing Yuji’s perspective is he will face a long road ahead of him. You know what I be talking about in the next couple of chapters.

 

“we read more about yuji than utahime” as I said to them. That is the point for the beginning of the story especially how this changed their lives. Their POV is important like this isn't one of the simple no plot romance ship fanfic. Please read other GojoHime fanfics because this fanfic isn’t for you and I will not get straight to the point on my story because I actually have a purpose for this story and my other fanfics. For real. The upcoming chapters still won’t be your satisfaction and expectations because this fanfic doesn’t revolve around GojoHime nor do I go to the point right away I promised you, kid. I will still keep doing Yuji’s POV and he is important in the story of how it all happened and the result of GojoHime’s actions. Especially when Gojo won’t appear anytime soon. He will but on a perfect moment but unlike you, I know my readers have patience. Go read other fanfics.

 

One of the reasons they said Yuji doesn’t look like them. Okay, I do know that and No I won’t make an OC because personally, I don’t like making characters that I know I won’t remember their names and coming up with personality traits. Using real characters is better for me. Yuji already has a father-and-son relationship with Gojo and Yuji actually acts like him so I took that opportunity and brought it to this story. Also I wish there will be fanfics of Gojo being Yuji’s (or Megumi but not for this story) father. I don’t care if he doesn’t look like them. He fits right for this story and the big adventure he is going to be in and for GojoHime. Besides you guys seems to like Yuji being GojoHime’s child and I do to so thank you guys for appreciating, unlike that commenter. 

 

“But it still needs more work this story its suppose to be about gojohime not utahime finding out yujis her son which doesn't make no sense at all, sorry men do better next time.” Okay but I still won’t take your “criticism” because I don’t take you seriously for your poor assumptions for believing this is what the fanfic is about. C’mon think better next time instead of embarrassing yourself since you don’t know what I am actually doing with this fanfic. That didn’t mean much to me neither do you. I won’t take notes especially yours since I have planned how this story will go. I won’t change this story for your needs. You think I need to do better when really I am but I know you can’t see that because you want only GojoHime instead of a story with a journey. This is my story and you can’t change my story. I don’t write any typical ship fanfics, I write more than that because I find it interesting and intense when couples are going through such difficulties, how they impacted others especially how they were as parents. If you still find my writings to be “okay but stuck don’t make sense” well you don’t know what a good story is and I may not be the best writer but I ain’t no generic one. I actually don’t care if you don’t want for the next future chapter and I am not sorry this fanfic isn’t what you wanted to be. As I said, do not read the fanfic and read other fanfics. I swear I knew there are going to be some shippers who have the most lack of interest and comment their “criticism” to fanfics with a purpose. I have seen that a lot, not so new. 

 

If you other guys are new to this story, this story isn’t ENTIRELY about GojoHime. This story is still about them but not just them. Yuji too. If you don’t like it or how I write this story, stop reading and go read other GojoHime fanfics. I don’t need people here trying give me their “criticism” because this fanfic isn’t entirely about them. This fanfic for intense GojoHime shippers may not meet your expectations so do no read nor leave your disapprove comments. For the commenter stop reading this fanfic because the next upcoming chapters still won’t be what you wanted. Not to your expectations. TRUST ME. This is a long complex life story about them where they faced hard reality and how they went through together. Especially their child Yuji. I have a huge purpose for this fanfic. It will be great you stop reading because I don’t need needy shippers reading here.

 

As for the others thank you for continuing reading my stories and sharing your love and great thoughts!! I hope my readers will understand the purpose of my writing and how this story is going be. There will be GojoHime moments but like I said this isn’t a whole GojoHime story. There may be some romance but also major intense, angst, drama, reality, plot twists and adventure that will occurred throughout the story and I believe you may find yourself heart beating in shock, anxious, heartbreak and happiness. I want to say more but I don’t want to ruin the surprise of my story! 😊 

 

For the next chapter guys is on its works and I’m still sticking to the story. You guys may like the next chapter :0

 

I love you guys so much and thank you for being by my side all through chapters I wrote as you guys support me!! You guys are the best!! I am still writing for the real readers!! ❤️❤️❤️

 

Chapter 9: CHAPTER 8

Summary:

chapter 8

 

 

 

 

~Past~

 

 

 

 

Utahime walks down the sidewalk on her way to school with her head lowered down while tightly wrapped her book against her chest. She would've skipped school today since she still needs more time to process it as well not wanting to see Gojo again. She still couldn't believe she has lost her purity so suddenly because of her dumbest action. It is too soon. She doesn't want to be in the same school anymore but she knows it will make things more awkward than it already was. And she doesn't want to ruin her perfect attendance just because of her careless mistake.

 

 

 

Although she still wanted to stay in her room cry all day. 

 

 

 

 

I can't believe what I did...how could I be so damn sloppy! This isn't me... drinking, partying...intercourse with him who I despise. Out of all guys in my school..., what have I done? I'm going to make sure I avoid handing out worksheets for literature class...I hope Yaga-sensei doesn't mind.

 

 

 

She let out a frustrating sigh before slightly steadying herself down and proceeding with walking. She is gonna attempt to formulate her day to be at least sufficiently, get through her whole school year while trying to overlook what had happened. Although it is impossible since this impacted her emotionally and mentally. It seems unimaginable. She doesn't want to think of a grimace display they have done. It made her shudder from one image of it.

 

 

 

She will never forgive herself.

 

 

 

She is somewhat relieved she and him agreed that they will never speak of this ever again. Not to anybody. Well, she told Shoko but that is because she is a very trustworthy friend and not the type of friend to gossip.

 

 

Utahime made sure Gojo will not tell a single soul of their..screwing..or she will come to his bedroom at night and choke him in his sleep. He responded with a laugh but nodded. 

 

 

She remembers the same wretched morning, they calmed themselves down. Well right after Utahime trying to beat him into a pulp with Gojo's hoverboard that she took from his closet. He told her to put it down in an attempt to calm tone even though his voice was shaking and he was in the corner of his room, backing away. He explained he doesn't recall what had happened last night and he swore he never meant to sleep with her or got her into his bed. He swore he never take advantage of her. He said he had too much drink, especially with his parent's expensive alcohol, deriving him from misplacing his full reasoning and his recollections. He never remembers what he exactly did neither did she. They were both foolishly hammered and irresponsibly to do something choice that will be imprinted into their experience. 

 

 

After they agreed on making it into a secret, she quickly got dressed, forced Gojo to give her panty back that she saw sticking out from his jean's pocket which he recalled he didn't know her panty was in his pocket and left. He offered her a ride but she told him she will walk to her home and never have to do to be near him again.

 

 

 

She sure did have a terrific weekend. 

 

 

 

The moment she had got home, she went to her shower and washed very thoroughly for 4 hours while weeping.

 

 

 

Utahime. Don't think about it. Move on and everything will be better soon. You can't change what happened in the past...even if you really want to.. you need to go on if you can't help yourself.

 

 

When she reaches her school gate, she made a small smile when she sees the only person to go to.

 

 

 

Shoko raised her head from her phone and waved, "Oh hey Utahime!" Utahime walked up to her then to her side. Both heading to the school entrance. 

 

 

"Are you okay? I wished you take at least a day off from school because of the incident. It is too sudden to come back just from two days of the weekend." Shoko said with a sorrowful expression.

 

 

"No, I am going to pretend that nothing had ever occurred and we are not going to discuss it. He knows and I know too. Please don't remind me of that again... I am trying to move forward." Utahime said almost in a frustrated manner.

 

 

 

"Okay but don't let this bottle you up alright?" Shoko said as she caressed her back. "I know you drank over to your limit and lost something very sacred to you but it's okay. It isn't good to keep regretting it for the rest of your life. You are still young."

 

 

Utahime nodded but still feel not competent about this. She then noticed other people in the hallway are looking at her skeptically and curiously. Which brought her to raise an eyebrow. "Why is everyone acting strange today? They are looking at us like we are some foreigners?"

 

 

Shoko look around too and also was surprised but more surprised is they are only looking at Utahime. "Uhm I don't think they are looking at us...."

 

 

Utahime is confused. "What do you mean—"

 

 

She was instantly caught in surprise when she felt her chin pulled forward and her head turned to her front and facing Mei Mei with an observation look in her eyes.

 

 

"Mei Mei w-what are you doing?...."  Utahime took her chin out of Mei Mei's grasp and grew into more confusion when Mei Mei's eyes gleam in joy.

 

 

 

"It's official! She no longer has that dumb goofy look on her face." She patted both sides of her arms as she turned her head to Getou next to her. Both Utahime and Shoko didn't notice he was there the entire time. 

 

 

"She's all glowing!" Mei Mei grins with a hectic look on her face as Getou takes a glimpse at Utahime's facial details.

 

 

"Yeah, she sure is. He wasn't joking that he made her feel good." He laughed along with Mei Mei. 

 

 

The woman swaddled her one arm around Utahime's shoulders, "You must finally feel like a real woman huh sweetheart?"

 

 

Utahime arched an eyebrow before getting herself out of Mei Mei's grasp, "What do you two mean by any of that?" She felt her face drained at the realization. 

 

 

 

"Did he.. tell you guys?" Utahime took a step closer. "What did he say to you?"

 

 

 

"Oh, he has told Getou then Getou told me through text." Mei Mei said as Getou nodded.

 

 

"He told me everything. Especially the part when he had your panty in his pocket." He grins. "He was bummed that you wouldn't let him keep it."

 

 

Utahime clutched both her hands.

 

 

"And I told Nanami back in the hallway this morning which I guessed is how everyone heard and know. Besides that...you are what everyone is talking about: a hysteria study school girl slept with the rich beauty playboy."

 

 

She feels herself getting worked up and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

 

 

"Let's not forget almost all the girls here really envy you..guys want to get some from you..you are now known for being the school's loose girl." Mei Mei patted her head but Utahime slapped her hand.

 

 

 

"No, I am not! It was an..accident...I had too much to drink..."

 

 

 

"Oh yeah everyone was shocked that you were influential enough to decide to drink. We thought you finally have that rebellious blood in you. But I gotta say good for you that you not the pristine book worm study girl." She cheerfully said. "Oooh man you do not know how boring you were but I'm glad you are changing yourself." Getou smiles but Utahime lets out a scoff.

 

 

"No I was NOT wholly transforming myself and I was unreasonable enough to let that idiot convince me to drink in the first place."

 

 

"And who's fault for listening to him?" Getou murmured against Mei Mei's ear, resulting her giggling behind her hand.

 

 

 

"Will you two shut up?" Shoko stepped in, giving them her stare in resentment as she placed her hand on Utahime's shoulder and her other hand holding up in front of the two. "Instead of making fun of her for something it wasn't her bidding, why don't you all go to class before teachers mark your third strike and get suspended." Shoko grab Utahime's small hand and took her away from the crowded people, ignoring their annoying stares and gossips. Shoko told them to mind their own business as she snarled at them while Utahime is silent, not wanting to glance at her surroundings as she felt the rise of embarrassment rising in her.

 

 

However, at the same time, her blood boiled vigorously.

 

 

That asshole! We agreed! I'm gonna kill him. Utahime gritting her teeth, she feels her social status and norms violated, humiliation, and shame had consumed her. 

 

 

The bell ring and had everyone heading back to their classes.

 

 

"Don't listen to them. Gojo is definitely in the wrong. What he did was straight-up disrespectful and broke the promise. He didn't show any respect for your privacy, perceptions, and your situation that wasn't your fault and that is what makes me sick." Shoko's voice dropped lethally. "You want me to find him and try to mutilate him? It will be long, pain but quiet." She turned her head to her friend behind her as she had her head slightly down.

 

 

 

Utahime wanted to say yes but shook, "No. Let me handle myself. After all...I did this to myself."

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

 

During advanced mathematics, Utahime watches the clock getting close to the end of the course. She looks down at her work activity and continues finishing up. She needs to calm her mind first and compose herself. Her next course is TA in literature and the first thing she does when she enters the classroom is to confront Gojo. Maybe throw a little punch at him. Hopefully, before Yaga-sensei shows up. Although it is wrong to go against the norms on school grounds, he deserves it for exposing the very private activity that was supposed to be between them only. How could he do something like this to her? To get a rise out of her? To continue making fun of her or he wants to make himself look like a cool guy for letting a pristine proper classmate get in his bed? He was drunk too and had no idea what the hell happened but they won't believe her since it's his words and reputation against hers.

 

 

This made her hate him even more.

 

 

As she is working up the last question, she began to mentally criticize herself again for letting this happen back at the party. Including drinking underage when she knows better how unscrupulous it was. Why did she ever let Gojo talk her into drinking? Especially from Gojo. The same man who constantly taunts and makes fun of her. It ain't like her. She knew better than this! How could she deceive herself like this and lower her standards? Because of her reckless choices, she became very intoxicated caused her to make the dumbest move to let Gojo take her innocence. That was supposed to be for the right man. Gojo is no man she wants to give her virginity to but it was too late. Thanks to her careless consent from her drunken mind. The thought of Gojo being inside of her made her feel sick to her stomach.

 

 

 

 

 

Actually. Literally.  

 

 

 

Utahime starting to become nauseous as her head is getting dizzy. She hold her head then carefully stood up and raised her other arm. Asked her sensei for bathroom permission and she did. She walked out of the classroom, headed towards the hallway leading to the female bathroom on the right side. She immediately barge in and went to one of the open stalls. Utahime pulled both her pig-tails behind her head, got on her knees then threw up. Took her quite a few minutes to get all the waste gunk out of her body. She leaned herself again the toilet, closing her eyes with lightheadedness.  She could feel her mouth suddenly begins producing extra saliva. She takes a deep breath to avoid getting vomit in her lungs as her diaphragm contracts in a few short pulses, squeezing her stomach to create pressure. 

 

 

Oh god..what is wrong with me?...

 

Luckily I'm the only one in here.

 

 

She give herself five more minutes before she wiped some reaming puke on her mouth before she fixed herself properly. She held on to the toilet seat to help her slowly stand up. Utahime released a yelp of surprise when she almost fell but caught on the toilet edge with both hands on each side. She got up then headed to the sink to wash. Utahime looks at herself in the mirror and sees her face is a little drained, pale and exhausted.

 

 

I do not know why I look like this? Why do I throw up or why do I feel tired all of a sudden? I did feel a little more sleepy this morning but I got my 8 hours!

 

Maybe it's all on my head.

 

 

She turns off the sinks and took out a couple of paper towels from the dispenser next to the counter and dried her hands and her face. Utahime tossed the paper towel to the trash and on her way out to the bathroom door. However, as she washed, she notice her body becoming drowsy as her energy drains out physically and mentally. Her vision gets blurry as her steps become stumbles.

 

 

Next thing she knew everything turned dark. 

 

 

 

———————

 

 

 

Two wide eyes are slowly open. The first thing she saw was the white-painted ceiling. She then looked to her surroundings and sees she is in a school's affirmatory room. She is laying on the nurse bed then lifts herself with both arms behind her. 

 

 

"Great you are awake, Utahime-San!" The female middle-aged nurse in a high bun walks up next to her bed with a clipboard on both her hands with a relieved smile.

 

 

 

The violet-haired girl nodded, brushing her head and still feeling the lightness in her. She scrunched up her face, adjusting her surroundings. 

 

 

"Don't try to touch your head too much. You fainted back in the girl's restroom and it looks like your body is fatigued due to lack of energy in your body." The nurses looked at the clipboard before looking back at the student with a worried expression.

 

 

"W-what? That is absurd. I know I always ate a balanced nutrition breakfast, sleep 8 hours per night, hydrated, properly hygiene—"

 

 

"Slow down hun i-it isn't that serious but it looks your body has been overworked. Have you been studying hard lately?" The nurse asked.

 

 

Utahime took a moment of reflection, "I...I have  been cramming up with my three honors classes for the past few days for my upcoming exams."

 

 

"That explains it then! I advise you to take it easy on yourself otherwise you will overwork your limit." The nurse wrote down a few things on her clipboard. "For now you must be sent home and take the entire day to rest."

 

 

Utahime wanted to argue but she could feel her body already worn out. She doesn't have enough energy to continue her education. She hasn't been this worn out since the night....

 

 

She knows she needs her entire stamina to continue on her daily basis and her school work.

 

 

Utahime sighed, "Alright."

 

 

"You should be fine! You should be recovered by tomorrow." The nurse smiled at her and gave her a note for her excuse for her absence from her classes and for her parents to know. 

 

 

Utahime nodded.

 

 

——————

 

Utahime hasn't recovered for at least a week now. She is in bed as she is drowning in her sickness almost every day and night. Hardly gets out of her bedroom or out of the house. She would be throwing up to her small trash bin, mild headaches a few times, fatigued body and for some reason, her mood changes from her getting upset then to worrisome. She is missing school and already has a feeling that her missing assignments are piling up. She hasn't even done one of them, hasn't been caught up in her class as her sickness gets in the way.

 

 

Missing school especially for a week is like missing an entire year.

 

 

 

She really doesn't like it one bit.

 

 

 

She doesn't want to keep missing school like this.

 

 

 

She doesn't know what is going on with her own body or why her symptoms are rising through the week but this is something that she needs to see medical attention immediately or it may get worse.

 

 

 

——————

 

 

"It's been at least one week since I have been feeling like this and I am not sure if it is a simple cold but my nose doesn't feel stuffy nor does I receive a higher temperature," Utahime explained as she feel a panic sensation in her chest.

 

 

 

"Please calm down Utahime-San. We will go through the tests to know what exactly you might have. We do not know for sure what it is but I don't think serious issues are going on." He reassured her with a smile before taking the clipboard and leaving the room as Utahime is by herself alone in her anxious thoughts wondering what other possibilities she could have. Is it temporary? Is it permanent? Does she have to take precarious medicines or treatments to decrease her condition? She felt her heartbeat increase and felt sick to her stomach as she immediately got down from the doctor's bed and went to the small trash can.

 

 

 

She stayed by the trash can as she limps forward. "Please let me if this is going to affect my well-being...it is a painful experience for me to go through."

 

 

 

Utahime wonder what was the result of her getting this sick? Did someone in any of her classes was sick and she didn't notice? Or did she eat something particular by accident? 

 

 

Whatever it was. She wished she go back in time to avoid any of those things especially—

 

 

 

 

Utahime cringes, not wanting to think of it anymore as it still haunts her. Even if they didn't exactly remember what they did.

 

 

 

 

"Damn that son of a bitch."

 

 

 

Three knocks on the door made Utahime immediately wipe the remaining puke off her mouth and sit back on the bed. "Come in!"

 

 

The doctor opens the door and walked in with a sudden change of expression on his face.

 

 

This alarms Utahime.

 

 

The petite one gulped as nervous sweats began to form on her face, "give it to me straight..."

 

 

 

The doctor released a breath. "You don't have a serious illness."

 

 

This made Utahime feel a huge wave of relief washed over her entire body. She felt her Boyd slightly tense and finally let go of a breathe she had forgotten to release.

 

 

"That is great news! I am so grateful—"

 

 

"However..." she looked down for a moment and look back at her "there are questions I need to ask you."

 

 

 

This doesn't sound good but Utahime hesitantly nodded.

 

 

"Okay.. have you implantation bleeding or cramps in the following 5–6 days?" 

 

The petite woman took a moment of thinking before nodding.

 

 

"Do you develop any sudden mood changes throughout the following days?"

 

 

 

Mood swings? When she thinks about it, she has been experiencing heightened emotions, both good and bad, but most of the time she feels more happy or anxious.

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

The doctor released a disbelief sigh, closing his eyes before opening them.

 

 

Why is he acting like that?

 

 

"Do you develop any morning sickness?"

 

 

 

"Yes"

 

 

 

"Have you been sexually active recently? Unprotected or preceded sexual intercourse?"

 

 

Utahime notices what is he talking about, she hesitantly nodded, "W-what are you saying?"

 

 

 

 

"According to the result from your blood test...

 

 

 

 

 

You are carrying another life form in your stomach."

 

 

 

 

————————

 

 

Three days had passed since her last doctor's visit. Utahime no longer has a weak drained body as her doctor gave her prescription pills to help her overcome the fatigue but it doesn't change the fact of the sudden unexpected pregnancy.

 

 

The first thing she did was to tell Shoko.

 

 

"What are you going to do?" Shoko asked. Sitting next to her lying friend on Shoko's bed. "Are you going to tell your parents?"

 

 

Utahime quickly sits up and sternly looks at her, "Are you insane?? They will freak! Shun and shame me for putting myself out there at such a young age. Teenage pregnancy will be like a huge stab to their hearts and their pride."

 

 

"Yes, but you can't hide your stomach for the next 9 months! It is going to be really noticeable when your stomach is showing out. The only way to avoid the intensely uncomfortable conflicts from them is for you..to...."

 

 

Utahime went silent before turning her head away from her. "I really do not know. I do not know what to do. I'm just.." she covered her face in both the palm of her hands and let out a heavy sigh.

 

 

Shoko placed her hand on her back then rubbing, "But you should think and take your time about the two choices. You have a big life ahead of you, but you also have a moral and ethical personality. But you're too young and have a bright future on your way. You know Japan isn't very tolerable of teenage pregnancy. It will be really difficult to be accepted through the norms in our society today."

 

 

She is not wrong. Teenage mothers in japan face a barrage of physiological and social pressures among peers. Due to little support in receiving a high education, a lower income, and discrimination at work and in society. The pregnancy rate for teenagers is quite low in Japan but might be hard to understand the underlying factors that hinder development into adulthood for expecting mothers. Furthermore, proper childcare for those born to young adolescents can hamper education, nutrition, future career prospects, and equal social standing.

 

 

Utahime doesn't want to go through the rough obstacles and certainly, she doesn't want to put her baby to go through shame and burden. 

 

 

 

But at the same time, she is forming another human life. A human being deserves a chance to live in this world and it would be unfair to take that away. She has a moral dilemma about getting rid of an unborn baby or raising her own with little opportunities and support during her life here.

 

 

 

"I need time to think." She let out a disquietude breath, perceiving a huge heavyweight in her shoulders. "But I want to let somebody know. After all, it was also his fault." She glanced at Shoko, "Do you still have Getou's number?" her friend nodded, "I want you to tell him I need a favor from him."

 

 

 

 

—————

 

 

Utahime settling on the park bench patiently. With both her hands on her lap while feeling her breathing became a bit rapid as her anxiety slightly increased. She doesn't know if this is part of her pregnancy or is anxious about meeting him. She brought her small bag with the test results inside just in case Gojo is an idiot enough not to believe her. It will show her how many days she is in which will be perfect enough to convince him that it happened at the same time as they both slept. But he should understand why since he didn't wear protection in the first place. That's shows he never respects her enough to be safe. Or perhaps with other girls.

 

 

She told Shoko to tell Getou to tell Gojo to meet on Saturday morning. It has been three days and now it is the day she has to tell him. She knows she has to meet him any time soon before after they slept with him, they need to face each other anyway. After all, he was also responsible. Starting with not wearing protection. Such an ass. 

 

 

Utahime look around the park's surroundings and its lively people having a blast here. She loves coming here. It is like her favorite part in Tokyo. She came here to ease her mind, settle her situations and become stress-free. Even though this is also the same park where she first met Gojo, try to fight him for her mochi and humiliated her after he pushed her off..it still wouldn't change the fact she loves coming here. she took a breath in and smell the lovely flesh air flowing through her nostrils, calming her down. She softly smiles.

 

 

Something came to her view that is somewhat intriguing.

 

 

She sees toddlers running, jumping, or playing around, releasing all the energy they have as their parents join them in their fun little adventure turns they have going on. Their stronger emotional bond between family members shows their deep connection and caring for each other. It's so remarkable this scenery shows family matters to each other. Seeing them having such a time of their lives with their loved ones brought her in such adoration to her heart. 

 

 

"Heya Utahime!" 

 

 

She jumped, got out her consciousness from the loud cheery voice of his, and turned her head to see the same cheeky bastard who caused her situation. He is wearing a black v-neck shirt with white sweatpants including wearing his circular dark sunglasses. His hair is down and has both his hands in his pants pocket. Giving her his typical teeth smiled for somehow girls fell for. This makes her want to puke, but she has to hold it in. 

 

 

But she knows she can't make a scene. She needs to calm down before she officially hurt someone.

 

 

"I haven't seen you for daysss. I heard you passed out in the girl's bathroom and eventually got sick the next day." He stopped as he's now near here. "It ain't like you getting sick as you were very careful taking care of yourself but I remembered you truly don't, the party as proof. It's nice to see you alive! I thought you were officially dead."

 

 

"Satoru Gojo. We need to talk." She demanded. Delivering him a sharp gaze. 

 

 

 

"I think I know what's it about." He let out a small chuckle before sitting down next to her. "Is this about everyone in school found out we had sex? That isn't my fault." He shifted his body down on the bench with both his arms behind his head and legs crossed to relax. "I only told Getou. I heard he told Mei Mei and probably, people heard her and Nanami's conversation. But hey I only told Getou and I'm sure you told Shoko since she is also your best friend. Only fair right?" He gave her his cheeky carefree smile that pisses her off more. "Everyone said it was kinda hilarious." He waved his hand "Still not my fault."

 

 

 

He is really getting on her nerves.

 

 

 

"No that isn't what I want to talk to you about." She firmly said but look away from her distance. Gojo noticed and nodded.

 

 

"Ohhhh this is about us, right? Sorry I don't do strings attached."

 

 

Now he is really making fun of her hooking with him. 

 

 

That audacity this punk has.

 

 

 

Of course from the looks of it, he isn't ashamed that he told everyone they did it as if he was proud of it.

 

 

Doesn't he at least care how she thinks?

 

 

Or is he gonna care when she tells him?

 

 

"No, although that was very disrespectful of you to expose the very private thing we swore not to tell and I felt very betrayed but I'm not talking about that." Utahime clutched onto her knees while biting her lower lip.

 

 

"Oh?" He raised a brow. "Like what? That I was a good fuck you ever have in your life and you wanted to go another round again? I didn't know you have that in you, Utahime. But I guess everyone has a little dirty side~~" he smirked and leaned onto the bench. "I can't blame you as I was told by girls they have the best sex with me in their lives."

 

 

A vein popped up in her forehead as she gritted her teeth, "No..let me finish my—"

 

 

"I mean I gotta say at first I never thought of sleeping with you since you can be bitter and hysteric to do anything especially with me. Although I was drunk, I wished my drunk-self picked a better perhaps busty girl from my party instead of you—"

 

 

 

"I'm pregnant!" She clamped her mouth, widened her eyes. Cursing herself for not being patient enough to tell him properly and smoothly.

 

 

 

That yell was enough to spread at least half of the park, causing others to share their stares at the two of them before going back on their activities.

 

 

Two youths sitting on the bench right now are in complete silence.

 

 

Utahime turned his head away and not wanting to see what his reaction is. 

 

 

Gojo's crystal blue eyes widened, with his dark sunglasses lowered to his eyes in utter shock, frozen. His face appeared to be mixed worth disbelief and terror as his mouth parted. Processing what he has exactly heard from those two words from her mouth. He wanted to make sure he heard it right however she yelled from the top of her lungs so obvious he heard her.

 

 

So many things popped up in his head but the main thing is...

 

 

 

Is she for real?

 

 

 

"Here is the test results from belief just in case you are too dumb enough." Utahime still didn't look at him but she grabbed a few documents and handed them to Gojo which he quickly took. 

 

 

He went over the results carefully, word per word, to see this is affirmative.

 

 

 

He immediately put down the papers to his side on the bench and lookup.

 

 

 

Utahime knows his reaction is gonna turn out what she expected to be from him but she could at least hear what he has to say. What he really is thinking and how he should respond to this knowingly his action from the night did have consequences.

 

 

 

However, this is Gojo she is talking about, and of course, his responses will be something so typical of him.

 

 

Especially very demeaning.

 

 

 

Gojo let out a breath, "How do you know I'm the—"

 

 

 

Slap.

 

 

His head was turned to his other side with his left cheek burning from the sting that connected from her palm.

 

 

Utahime with inflaming eyes, "Who the hell do you think!? You are the first and last guy I slept with! Do you think I would go fooling around as you do??" She kept her head directed towards him. She is already want to throw a punch at him almost not caring what others will do.

 

 

He let out a hiss and groan from the sudden pain as he rubs his reddened cheek. He then recovers as he slightly sits back up, now able to look at her with a serious look. "You are going to get rid of it, right?"

 

 

 

"I...I do not know. I have not decided yet." Utahime's tone changed into a soft but quiet one. Unsure what to do in a situation like this.

 

 

"What the hell do you mean you don't know!?" It was his turn to yell. "You are not intending to keep it aren't you? Are you insane? You have no idea what will happen to us and our lives if you decided to keep that thing??" Gojo got up from the bench then took a couple of steps away as he ran his hands through his brushed hair, pushing it back so that it partially stayed up, letting out a frustrated breath. "Don't be selfish! You need to terminate that shit immediately and never mentioned this again."

 

 

Utahime is getting offended, she scowled, "Excuse me? Who are you to tell me how I should take care of my body? You have no right!" She snaps, getting up with a deadly glare. "You got some nerves for telling me what to do and claiming I'm selfish when you're the biggest self-centered egocentric ass in the world!"

 

 

Gojo walked towards Utahime, taking off his dark sunglasses and putting them in his pants pocket. "This isn't really about you okay. How about me too?  Do you realize this will be a huge life-threatening that will change my life forever?? I am not ready! I am no father material, kids suck and I never have in mind spend the rest of my youth years changing poopy diapers, cleaning up vomits...Utahime don't forget you got a future ahead of you and if you decided to keep it...everything will be over. Even me. I won't go to my dream of go around the globe I planned after high school! I can't handle that kind of responsibility!! I hate doing work since I slack off most of the time.  I-I don't know the first thing when it comes to kids."

 

 

"Well, who's a fault it is not wearing protection and knocking me up! Who fault it was getting drunk and thinking I was some kind of another girl to get in huh—" Gojo cut her off with a derisive snort.

 

"Last time I remembered you were very drunk after drinking tons of beers and one vodka bottle that night and even I wasn't wearing protection, you should've taken birth control especially if you are well aware of my reputation when it comes to hooking up. Don't put all the blame on me for causing your pregnancy when you should be realizing it was your fault for not being responsible enough to prevent it."  He snarled, already irritated. 

 

She couldn't take him anymore and his ignorance. He is claiming as if he hasn't done anything wrong and it was her fault to end up pregnant when he caused it in the first place, "I have done poor choices recently, not fully well-aware of the outcomes of my actions but at least I'm partaking my responsibility. At least I admit it! I am not the only one with a careless actions. You, Satoru Gojo, should also be considered being more aware of your accountability when you are sleeping around with any girls you think there will be no consequences. Even if they or I took birth control, it won't be always effective!" She blurted out irritably as she got closer to his face, resulting in Gojo to slightly back up. "I may get myself into this situation but I have been given a decision if I should take my role. This is my opportunity for my morality."

 

 

"W-W-What? Morality bullshit! Are you fucking serious?? This is raising another human being we are talking about! We are still in high school! And Japan isn't very genuine about teenage parents..do you realize what are you getting us into??" He gripped her shoulders with a serious look in his eyes. "We aren't ready. We can't stand each other to make it work, so how are we able to raise a baby if we don't get along! There is no fucking way I will be throwing away my life just for a damn baby that I don't want! That thing will be a threat to my freedom and my life! That thing will be a waste for me...I don't want to be a dad! Do you think bringing a kid into this world would make everything better?? Whatever is going on in your head, this baby will be the biggest mistake! It will ruin our lives. This will be a huge disaster. It will be the worst decision you will ever make." his face now inches over to hers. "Get. Rid. Of. It"

 

 

Utahime harshly jerks out of his grasp, "Don't touch me you pig! Haven't you already touched me enough??" she quickly mended her shirt before meeting his gaze. "I am not gonna listen to your whining complaints and you are no place for telling me what I should do. You are the last person I want advice from. Whatever I decide, I decide. But I ain't asking anything from you. I only told you since I thought you should know even though it's partially your fault but you don't own up and continued to do whatever you pleased so carefree as if nothing happened." She said decisively, flat look.

 

 

He widened his eyes, "What the hell! Don't I get to say in this?? This is also my decision since well uha I am the one who got you pregnant in the first place!!"

 

 

She unpleasantly twisted her lips but ignored him as she turned around and went to grab her bag and test results roughly from the bench. Walking away to the opposite direction where Gojo is.

 

 

 

She heard him let out a loud scoff, "Alright fine! Decide what you want but you better think what is right." He turned around and was about to walk away but he wants to give her the last piece of his mind. "If you decide not to abort it, I won't be there to help you take care of that thing. It may be my kid, but you will be on your own since it is your body, your choice and according to you, you ain't ask anything from me. ‘I don't have the right to say anything’." He mimicked her words before he waved his hand. "As if I wanted to be involved in the first place. I can't stand you, so spending my entire life raising a kid with you is something I want to avoid." With that, he walked away. "I rather do anything that doesn't involve you. Even with a parasite."

 

 

 

She stopped in her tracks after she heard his final words. Although she expected him to respond something like that.

 

 

 

It still hurts.

 

 

Her chest is in anguish. 

 

 

She covered her mouth as void threatened to devour her whole. Developing dark, gloomy and cold negative endurance to her head and body.

 

Closing her eyes, tears began to stream down as she choked on a sob. She instantly wiped away the tears, took a deep breath. She look at her surroundings and was relieved no one notice their petty arguments.

 

 

But she couldn't help but feel torn.

 

 

———————

 

 

 

Utahime sank on a cushion medical chair as she covered her face in her dark hoodie. The only hood she has in her closet and she only used it three times. One of the times is when she is hiding her identity in the parenthood clinic. 

 

 

She let out an uneasy shaky breath, her heart already beating against her chest. 

 

 

It has been two days since she told Gojo.

 

 

She had returned to school the next day, however, he wasn't in school and no one not even Getou knows exactly why or where he is.

 

 

Of course, she isn't surprised since he has no nerve seeing her after she told him she is pregnant. He did say he doesn't want to be part of it.

 

 

The gossip of her sleeping with Gojo had worn down which is good news for Utahime as she can continue her education in peace and walk down the halls without any stares or small whispers. But she still isn't fully relaxed.

 

 

Not the mess she is in.

 

 

She decided to go straight to the parenthood clinic after school. She didn't tell Shoko about this as if she doesn't want to talk about it. She told her she has to catch up with her missing assignments for the entire day.

 

 

Utahime looked up about the free clinic downtown in Tokyo last night. After she had done her research and explored the role of parenthood clinic, she copied the address then put it in her notes and pulled out her dark grey hoodie from her closet and into her backpack that way she would take it out after school when she is far enough from the high school to be seen by anyone. 

 

 

She doesn't want anybody to know about her whereabouts.

 

 

 

And her secret.

 

 

She has to do it to prevent any major damage changes and conflicts with anyone she knows and it will affect her future. 

 

 

It will be emotionally draining for her to go through. She needs to do it even it is going to against her values. 

 

 

She is going to have her life back if she ends this and does not carry a child.

 

 

 

 

She needs to obtain her future.

 

 

 

 She knows what is best for her.

 

 

 

Well, that is what she wanted to believe.

 

 

 

She sees other people mostly girls her age are sitting patiently in the average size waiting room for their names to be called. Obviously, they are in the same situation as she is. However, the difference between them and her is she doesn't feel comfortable being here nor she doesn't feel the urge of wanting to do this right away. 

 

 

She is waiting, listing carefully for her name to be called. Fidgeting her fingers, stomach-churning.

 

 

Let get this over with. It's for...the best.

 

 

 

She looks below her sternum where her stomach is.

 

 

 

"Utahime Iori?"

 

 

 

She looked up and see the nurse with a smile on her gesturing to her.

 

 

 

She got up and headed towards the nurse that will lead her to another room.

 

 

 

———————-

 

 

"Okay, Utahime-san lay back and place your foot on the step.

 

 

 

Utahime nodded coming into the room after changing her attire to a patient's gown from the changing room. She climbed on the clinic gynecological chair carefully and placed both her foot on the soft cushion stool, having her legs open. She has her head turned away when she's doing this kind of position. Have bought her trauma experienced even if she had no faint memories of it. 

 

 

"So what we are doing today is to only end your pregnancy. Is that correct?" The parenthood clinic doctor asked as he went through some documents on the clipboard.

 

 

 

Utahime bit her lower lip before nodding. "Yes. I want to get this done as soon as possible. I have a busy schedule going on for both school and my future, and I don't think I will be capable of handling more major tasks at the last minute. I don't want...my life to be impacted especially when I'm too young for raising a child."

 

 

"I see well this will be a safe-quick procedure. Once it's done, you will no longer worry about it again and you will go back on continue focus on your lifestyle and school ahead of you." He gave her a quick smile before turning around to retrieve the tools and materials from the counter.

 

 

"Y-yeah.." she looked down at her voice, feeling unsure.

 

 

 

"We will start in a few minutes...I will need to inject a numbing medication into your cervix. That way it will stretch the opening with a series of dilating rods as I will use a combination of medical tools and a suction device to gently take the pregnancy tissue out of your uterus." He put on a disposable mask then put on rubber gloves.

 

 

 

"Okay..." Utahime closes her eyes, thinking if she shut her eyes and not witnessing the sanction taking out her womb. 

 

 

 

It takes about 5-8 minutes. It will be over soon.

 

 

 

"First I will give you anesthesia." 

 

 

 

This immediately opened her eyes. Looking up to see a small needle he is holding, the doctor making sure the anesthesia bubbles are up to the rim, enough to put her sleep through the procedure. He began to walk towards his patient with the syringe in his hand. "Although undergoing a surgical abortion, you will experience little pain during the procedure but do not worry. It will be over after the procedure is done." He went to her other side, holding her arm up with the needle tip going forward for her arm. "

 

 

 

"Y-Yeah. There's no going back.." she bit the inside of her cheek then to her lip again, her heart began to thump. "And I will not regret it." 

 

 

 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Whatever you think is right for your life. It's up to you and your beliefs." Although his mouth is covered, she could tell he was smiling behind it. "It will be wrong to go against your judgment and your own will. Including listening to others that they think what is right for you, but you have a very own right of your heart, body, and mind."

 

 

 

Utahime widen her eyes as her mouth parted.

 

 

 

"Okay, let's get it started." The doctor said with his thumb slowly pressing the plunger into her arm

 

 

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As night consumes the sky as a neighborhood has fallen asleep where there are no single lights out.

 

 

 

All except Utahime as she looked up her dark bedroom. Laying on her bed as she stared up her bedroom ceiling.

 

 

 

Placed her small hand on her abdomen, gently caressing it.

 

 

 

She hasn't done it.

 

 

 

 

It has been a long and difficult week when she told the doctor she changed her mind and run out of the room, changed back to her clothes, and left the clinic.

 

 

 

She doesn't want to.

 

 

It is the same week when she hasn't seen Gojo.

 

 

She still doesn't want to see him.

 

 

 

However, she still dealing with the decision process.

 

 

 

Deciding if she wants to raise a human being even at such a young age with a lot of opportunities ahead of her.

 

 

 

Or will she give it up? Ending the fetus to maintain her life but will she live on with or without regret?

 

 

 

She let out a small tear down her cheek. 

 

 

 

"What am I going to do? I do not know how much support I will get if I go on my own. I know I wouldn't get as much as anybody besides Shoko to help me go through the pregnancy and nurturing for a baby. However, I do know my parents will shun me, my grades may be decreased drastically and I wouldn't be able to do as much as I would do in my daily life like watching my favorite sports team and going to karaoke on the weekends."

 

 

 

But who am I if I go against my ethnic code, my word, and my duty of not conceding my consequence? 

 

 

 

 

She doesn't know.

 

 

 

"I wished you have something to say." He sits up against her headboard still having her hand on her stomach. "Well, it would help with my decision huh. But I wonder if you be happy with the life with me." She let out a sigh. "I do not know how much I can give you and how it will affect you being fatherless." 

 

 

But I worked so hard to get where I am today. I built my future I was hoping I will finally reach. I don't know how I am going to be a teacher if I am going to be busy raising a child by myself. Of course, that moron wouldn't help, I'm sure my parents wouldn't support me either, Shoko will already be getting her medical degree. 

 

 

She doesn't want her life to be full of struggles...

 

 

Especially putting the baby go through all that.

 

 

She doesn't know the exact possibility. She has a mind of having children of her own in her adult life but not at such a young age!

 

 

 

But she will be avoiding her responsibility.

 

 

 

Is she going to risk her baby bringing into this world?

 

 

 

Although bringing a bundle of joy will lighten anyone's life even if they never consider having one. She heard stories of how infants would bring such delight happiness and wide opportunities to become a role models as they are raising the next generation. 

 

 

 

She heard her phone ringing by her nightstand. She reach her phone forward from her stand then brought it up to her face and saw a familiar name on the screen. It is her best friend. She pressed the green button and placed the phone over her ear.

 

 

 

"Hey, Shoko." 

 

 

"Hey, girl. I want to check-in and see how are you doing?"

 

 

 

Utahime turned to her side on the bed, "Could've been better."

 

 

 

"It has been a week since the..you found out..but don't be too hard on yourself the decision-making. It is up to you for you to decide what is best. Sure there would be disapproval or encouragement or mixed emotions along the way, in the end, this is your own and the purpose of your reason once you have decided. It will not make you a bad person despite what others will say, you followed your principles and your body. I know you for so long time, Uta. I know whatever the choice you make, you know what you are doing and I will support you."

 

 

 

This made her feel content, placing a smile. "Thank you, Shoko. That means a lot."

 

 

"Of course. You are a very bright girl and know what to do even in the most difficult situations, you figure how to manage it."

 

 

 

 

She is right.

 

 

 

That is who Utahime is and prefers to be that way even if others won't like it or get infuriated.

 

 

She can anticipate the consequences of her action, make value judgments, and choose between alternative courses of action with each absolute truths in and of herself. She has a dilemma in regards to her principles and an always better understanding of the conflicting issues. She is united and directed toward the moral, good, and taking responsibility. 

 

 

 

"Yes." she paused for a moment. "I have made my decision."

 

 

 

"R-really?" Utahime could hear her friend shifting from her bed, sitting up. "Let me hear.."

 

 

 

 

Utahime closes her eyes. Take a long and deep breath before releasing after one long sharp moment. 

 

 

 

 

She slightly opens her mouth and finally responds with confidence.

 

 

 

 

"I am going to keep it."

Chapter 10: CHAPTER 9

Notes:

Please read the Ends Notes for the future updates for Last Chance, Apathetic, and Borderline

As well some specific questions I answered ^^

 

Itadori leaned back in his chair and stretched his back, feeling the weariness that comes with the end of a weekend. "Back to school," he sighed. Letting out a yawn and with half kid eyes.

 

I should not have stayed up looking at Jennifer Lawerence's leaks... 

 

Itadori leans back on his chair as he lets out another yawn. Todo noticed his friend's fatigue and teased, "Tired already? Class hasn't even started!" 

 

"Yeah but I prefer sleeping in all day." Itadori wished he had the courage to skip class, but he knew he couldn't. Especially when he knows how Utahime-sensei can be when any of her students skips class. 

 

Mai chipped in, "Not everyone has great mornings like you do, Todo." 

 

"Mornings gives us a opportunity to start the day fresh with a smart mindset." Todo defended his love for mornings and encouraged Itadori to create his own positive morning routine. 

 

"Meanwhile most of us have different preferences and energy levels. Mostly burnout." Mai couldn't help but roll her eyes at the overly optimistic Todo. 

 

Itadori noticed Mai's bored expression and asked, "You seem happy." 

 

Noritoshi interjected, adding, "She isn't always happy." He had just arrived, placing his bag by his foot.

 

"Mostly because her family are full strict and narcissistic assholes." Todo added and before Mai could scold, Miwa barge in.

 

"Have you heard the news?" Miwa exclaimed as she stormed into the small group.

 

"What news?" Mai asked curiously.

 

"We're getting a substitute teacher! Utahime-sensei won't be here," Miwa responded.

 

The group was surprised, especially Itadori.

 

"What? Why? Is she sick?" Noritoshi asked, his eyes wide.

 

"She didn't seem sick on Friday," Mai pondered.

 

"Yeah, and she never misses a day. Something must have come up," Todo said, his brow furrowed.

 

"I hope everything's okay," Miwa said, worried.

 

"Guys, don't worry too much. I'm sure it's just a personal matter, and she needs an extra day. We'll see her on Monday," Mechmaru reassured them as he hops in his spot next to Miwa.

 

The gang nodded in agreement and bringing small relief. 

 

"I hope you are right. Utahime-Sensei is the best teach in this School." Miwa said with a concern tone her voice. Mechamaru patted her hack to comfort her.

 

"She most definitely is." Itadori mumbles before he sigh leg heard a small quarrel happening.

 

"Hey, don't be cold towards us just because Maki has something better to do. Mai, just forget about that cancellation she did and move on," Todo said with an irritated sigh as he leaned back in his chair.

 

"It's not just that!" Mai, frustrated with her sister's absence, snapped back, "Maki may think she's doing better at her fancy high school in Tokyo, but she hasn't had time to visit me!"

 

Todo questioned, "But what does that have to do with us? What do you expect us to do?"

 

Mechamaru chimed in, "Mai, Maki had valid reasons for not being able to visit. Her high school demands a lot of work and dedication."

 

Miwa comforted Mai, "Don't be too hard on Maki. I'm sure she misses you. Tokyo education are very serious to take."

 

Mai scoffed and turned away, "If she truly missed me, she would have at least made an effort to call or text me."

 

Todo suggested, "Maybe she's just enjoying her freedom without you being too needy around her."

 

Mai argued back, not satisfied with the response. "What are you saying?"

 

"Excuse me, but I think you should refrain from being envious of her. It only leads to petty disputes within your family," Todo advised with a dismissive shrug and closed his eyes.

 

"I'm making petty disputes? Maki was the one started this crap! I told you this. You know this!" Mai argued, clenching her teeth. 

 

"Yeah and I do know that you should have get over it and accept her choice." Todo said bluntly.

 

"Please stop fighting. Class is about to begin," Miwa pleaded with a nervous glance.

 

"It's pointless to intervene in their childish arguments," Noritoshi chimed in, opening his novel to ignore the absurdity of it all.

 

Itadori was unable to bear the constant bickering and arguments they were having. They were hurling insults at each other, gradually increasing their volume, and inevitably causing him a headache. He had no problem debating with his "grandpa," but not in such an unpleasant way. He couldn't even stand overhearing others argue. It was as if it were affecting him personally. He placed both hands over his ears and shut his eyes tightly.

 

 

When would their dumb fighting end?

 

 

"I-Itadori?"

 

 

He opened his eyes in response to Miwa's voice, lifting his head and removing his hands from his ears. He looked at the small group with amazement as they all stared at him.

 

 

"Is everything alright?" Miwa asked him, leaning to his side, placing a hand in his shoulder. 

 

 

Itadori was at a loss as to what he had done or why he had acted in that manner. He couldn't even articulate himself when asked about the situation. 

 

 

"Hey, buddy, are you okay?" Todo chimed in, looking at his friend with worry etched on his face.

 

 

Itadori finally spoke up and moved away from Miwa's touch, "Y-Yes, I am! No need to worry, I'm just goofing around." He flashed a reassuring smile and then turned his head towards the substitute teacher who had just walked in on cue.

 

 

Right on schedule.

 

 

Unfortunately, the gang found it difficult to accept his explanation.

 

 

——————

 

 

"Wow, seriously?" exclaimed Junpei as he chewed thoughtfully on his lunch and looked at his friend.

 

Itadori nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it just came out of nowhere! I've never acted like that before. I don't think it's because of arguing because my 'grandpa' and I would bicker or argue at small times and I NEVER covered my ears." He let out a sigh and continued, "You and I argued about that one movie and I didn't do that either. Maybe hearing others' disputes could've triggered it, but I don't know for certain. My parents never fought." Itadori looked down at his food and began picking at his rice.

 

Junpei thought out loud, "Maybe... I don't know man. I'm not a therapist, but perhaps you don't like hearing others argue or the sound of screaming bothers you?"

 

Itadori pondered for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not sure either. Obviously it is silly to hear arguments about something with no purpose. I've never felt the need to cover my ears, but it felt like a natural reflex." He leaned back and let out a sigh. Junpei interrupted, taking a bite of his sushi. "You've never done it before, so it can't be a regular reaction."

 

Itadori nodded, "yeah."

 

"Why do you sound disappointed?" Junpei asks, eating his sushi.

 

Itadori replied, "It's because Utahime-sensei isn't here today, and we have a substitute teacher who isn't quite as good. She won't be back until next week because she's taking a personal break to care for herself." He shook his head and pushed his tray aside. 

 

Junpei raised an eyebrow and teased, "You've only been without her for half a day, and you already miss her?" 

 

Itadori laughed and replied, "I guess so. It's just that the class doesn't feel the same without her. She creates a cozy and warming environment that makes everyone feel better."

 

 

"I'm happy to hear that you have a big heart for her, but be mindful not to overwhelm her. Teaching us, teenagers, can be a challenging task, and she may need some time to sort through things. Especially when dealing with grading." Junpei paused to take a sip of water.

 

Itadori agreed, "You're absolutely right. Maybe I should pay a visit to her this Friday. One of my classmate, Miwa, mentioned that she might be stopping by to collect some papers after school. I'm thinking of sticking around to chat with her." As he glanced at the clock, he realized it was getting close to end of lunch.

 

"Hey, after school you wanna watch a movie? I think I found a good bad movie we can make fun of." Itadori asks, packing up his meal. 

 

"Mm yeah! What movie you have in mind?" Junpei asked, finishing the last bite of his lunch. 

 

 

"Moonfall." 

 

 

"Ahh I heard it's terrible and the story is nonsense but with quality CGI's. I can't wait!" Junpei beamed.

 

 

"Anddd Patrick Wilson is in it." Itadori added with a grin.

 

 

 

"Even better."

 

 

 

———————

 

 

"Do you realize that you cannot continue to miss work indefinitely?" Shoko exhaled smoke from her cigarette, aware that her friend had been in a state of denial since she received the news.

 

Utahime poured herself a glass of water from the faucet, quickly guzzling it down before slamming it on the kitchen counter. "I don't know...I just can't face the terms with the fact that he's really my..."

 

"Child?" Shoko interrupted. "Utahime, I know it's hard to believe that your student is actually your son. But you have to face him eventually." Shoko placed a comforting hand on Utahime's shoulder. "You worked hard to get the career you wanted. It would be a shame if you abandoned everything and skipped town just to escape your old problem."

 

"He's not a problem," Utahime countered. "I am the problem. I'm afraid that if I don't behave normally when he's in my class, I'll neglect my teaching duties and worry my students."

 

"Than what are you going to do instead running away from your past?" Shoko asked, pressing her cigarette on the ash tray.

 

Utahime let out a sigh before lifting her head up. "I can't pretend that he's not my son. I have to tell him everything."

 

 

"Are you sure you want to do that? Do you have any idea what you are heading for?" Shoko asked.

 

 

"Yes I know." Utahime took a deep breath before closing her eyes and exhaling. "I do not want to, Shoko. I need to. He deserves to know the truth. I never lie to him and I will not start now."

 

 

"When?"

 

 

"Well...when the time is right." Utahime replied, clawing at her eyes and placing her hand on her forehead. 

 

 

"Which will be never." Shoko said.

 

 

Utahime gave her a side glare. "How will you know?"

 

 

"Because that is what everyone says when they do not want to do it." Shoko replied, tossing the used cigarette to the ash tray. 

 

"I will! Okay? I recently discovered that my student is actually my child! I just need some space to process this surprise. I want to take some time before I can face him again and reveal the truth about our relationship. It's important that I find the right time to do so," Utahime said, letting out a tired sigh.

 

Shoko raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you think you'll be able to handle your emotions around him when you return to teaching after your break?" Though she already knew the answer.

 

 

"No, but I may have to hold it in and I might have to refrain from giving him my undivided attention." Utahime hesitated said as she looks away, laying on the leather couch, resting her head on the arm.

 

 

Her friend responded sarcastically, "Oh yeah, that sounds like a stellar idea."

 

 

Utahime sneered with her head tasked as she said, "Can you try being a supportive friend just this once?"

 

 

——————

 

 

Itadori strides eagerly down the familiar hallway, looking forward to the class he enjoys most out of all his other subjects. As he walks, he takes out his phone and began calling his friend.

 

"Hey Itadori! Still planning on going to Ramen shop?"

 

"You know it! I will meet you there! Save me a spot. I'll be visiting my sensei to turn in my partially completed activity work that we worked on in class." Itadori let out a laugh.

 

"Wasn't the plan to finish it in class?"

 

"Well, our substitute teacher did a horrible job in teaching the material, so most of us were having trouble understanding the assignment. I may have sneakily taken it home with me." Itadori rolled his eyes at the me worry of the substitute's poor teaching. "However, I know Utahime-Sensei will be available, and if I can catch up to her, she can help me understand it better."

 

 

"Well okay hahah"

 

 

"Well I got to go! I'll meet you at that retro ramen place we saw this morning." Itadori said. 

 

 

"Awesome! I'll order our food when I get there. Do you want pork or beef?"

 

 

"Both" he grins. 

 

 

"No problem buddy!" They both hang up the phone.

 

 

Itadori puts his phone back when he sees he is close to his social studies class and noticed the classroom door is open. He knows she must be there!

 

With a smile, Itadori ponders, I've been wondering how she's been doing. The classroom isn't as fun without her. Hopefully, she'll be able to lend a hand with the reading assignment, since that dumb substitute teacher is can't teach crap!

 

 

————-

 

 

Utahime neatly organized the last stack of assignments and wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead. She then placed the assignments back in her brown teaching bag, which she carried over her shoulder. "I specifically instructed the substitute to categorize them correctly! I am never taking a week off again. I cannot bear the incompetence of substitutes who neglect simple tasks." she grumbled. As Utahime stood up to leave, she checked to ensure she had her keys and wallet, which she needed. She wants to go to simple diner  with her friend Shoko and to distract herself from the stress of the current situation she has to overcome with. 

 

Clutching her bag strap, Utahime headed for the door but stumbled back with a small yelp. 

 

"Hi Utahime-sensei!" Itadori emerged, his arm raised cheerfully. "Great to see you are back in good health! The whole class was clueless about when you would return since the substitute couldn't teach or explain properly," he jested before pulling out his classroom assignment from his bag and handing it to her. "Could you help me in understanding this assignment so that I can complete it without half assing it? I understand that you expect us to submit all of our work to the highest standard possible, and I am more than happy to do." Itadori chuckles as he scratches his head.

 

Utahime appeared shaken and frightened, her arms tightening around her students' work, and her legs feeling a bit wobbly. She struggled to form words as little droplets of sweat formed on her head. She was caught off guard by his arrival at this time, as she believed all the students had already left, given that school had been over for half an hour.

 

"Utahime-sensei, are you okay?" asked Itadori. Utahime returned from her dazed state, apologizing for zoning out. "There have been a lot of things going on, and I am trying my best to clear my mind," she admitted robotically. "But I can't run away from stress." Examining Itadori's assignment and took it from his hand quickly that Itadori didn't even expect. She didn't look at him in the eye. She kept looking at the papers, flicking through them. Her breath quickened and her hands began to shake as sweat forms on her forehead. "D..Don't worry a-about it. I-I received many..uhm..e..emails from all th-the students...uhh about the substitute's inadequate teaching, and as..as a result, I have...d-decided to discard the work uhmm...you guys had done. Thank you." Itadori was surprised by Utahime's shaking delivery, making her seem like a completely different person. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" he questioned.

 

"Yes, I am. See you later Itadori." she vaguely replied before quickly leaving the room without looking at him in the eye. She needs to attend to an urgent matter that required her to find something to alleviate her stress.

 

Itadori's eyes widened and his facial expression quickly changed to one of discomfort as he observed her strange behavior. 

 

 

Uhh, that was a bit...odd.

 

 

———————

 

 

"Really?" Junpei exclaimed, twirling his chopsticks in his ramen as he listened to his friend.

 

"It's just not like the sensei I know. She doesn't seem that sick. It's almost like she was pretending..." Itadori said, with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

 

"You mean she's crazy?" Junpei asked, trying to lighten the mood.

 

Itadori shot him a glare. "No, I don't mean that. She's not a lunatic. She's just really stressed. She's been going above and beyond with lesson plans, grading our assignments, and doing all the other things teachers have to do. She's burnt out and needs a break," he sighed, neglecting his cold bowl of ramen.

 

Junpei put down his chopsticks and turned towards Itadori. "Don't worry about her too much. That's why she's taking a week off - to focus on herself and her mental health. Teachers in Japan work themselves to the bone for the sake of education, and Utahime-sensei is one of the hardworking teacher here. She deserves to take some time off," he assured his friend.

 

Itadori felt a wave of relief come over him. "You're right. She's the best teacher I've ever had. She deserves some time to recharge. I feel bad for disturbing her when she was about to head home."

 

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You just wanted to check in on her, and I'm sure she was grateful to have a student who cares about her well-being," Junpei sipped his water. "You really care about your teacher, don't you?"

 

Itadori made a face. "Is that a problem?"

 

"Nah, not at all. I'm just surprised that you've only known her for a few months and you already care so much," Junpei chuckled.

 

"If you're suggesting that there's something more between us, that's disgusting and you're going to make me throw up my lunch," Itadori wrinkled his nose in disgust. 

 

Junpei laughed. "No, that's definitely not what I meant." He than remembers something and pulls out his phone, swiping through. "Oh have you heard about your future wife's latest movie that just came out?"

 

 

Itadori looks up to his friend with a raised eyebrow as he slurping the long romance noodle. "What movie?"

 

 

"It looks goofy but I know for the fact you are going to be very envy by the 19 year old guy in the movie." Junpei grins as he pulls out a trailer and handed him his phone. "The movie is called No Hard Feelings." 

 

Itadori continues eating and looks to his side to where the phone is as the trailer starts.

 

"And spoiler alert...Jennifer is going to be naked and very sexual." Junpei added. 

 

 

Itadori begins to choke.

 

 

 

—————

 

 

As she gazed at the can of beer that had been carelessly thrown away, she could feel the inebriation slowly but surely taking over her senses. She found herself barely able to balance and had to rely on holding onto the countertop in order to stay upright. As she leaned forward, her arms were stretched out, palm flat against the cool, white surface, struggling to stay composed with every fiber of her being. Everything around her was a blur.

 

Her mind drew a blank as she slipped into the abyss of intoxication, and she realized that it had been an incredibly long time since she had last consumed so much alcohol in one night. Memories flooded her mind as she recalled her younger self, a 19-year-old girl whose life had crumbled and withered away. Back then, she had turned to excessive drinking as a means to cope with an incredibly heart-wrenching situation.

 

"Why did he have to come?" she muttered to herself, struggling to stay on her feet. Her body swayed wildly and she found herself stumbling towards the refrigerator, disoriented and barely coherent. It seemed light-years away, and she cursed under her breath as she collided against the metal surface of the door while trying to open it.  Eventually, with a heave, she managed to swing the fridge door open, grabbed the last can of beer and slammed it shut. She popped the can open and took a massive gulp, her eyes wide with raw emotion.

 

She exhaled deeply, her eyes starting to glisten with tears. "Why did it have to happen?" she whispered stoically, her heart aching with pain and sadness. She went to take another sip of her beer, but it had already been drained. She flung the can across the room, hearing it clatter against the floorboards. 

 

As she slouched down onto the floor, her mind was filled with heartbreak and remorse.

 

'It's baffling to me how this...can make such a drastic change in my life. I almost believed this could be the best, but I should have stuck to my word. From the beginning, I knew I was right about this."

 

 "Gojo, you idiot," she cried out, her voice hoarse as the tears flowed freely. As she recalled the cruel words from the man she used to despised. She was completely drained of energy, consumed by emotion and exhaustion, and soon fell asleep right there on the floor. The next day was Saturday, a day that she usually reserved for correcting school papers and lesson planning. But, given the present state of affairs, she was going to take a break and allow herself to get drunk once more, seeking solace in the liquid oblivion that only alcohol could provide.

 

 

————-

 

 

"Say mama, sweetie," the young pig-tailed girl coaxed, clapping along to the nursery rhyme. Her baby bounced on his toes, trying to mimic her.

 

"M...ma," the baby managed to say, spitting out saliva in the process.

 

"Yes, yes, sweetheart!" the young mother cheered.

 

Before she could celebrate further, the door burst open, and a familiar but annoying voice rang out. "Daddy's home!!"

 

The girl whipped her head around, glaring at the man with his signature dark shades on. "Can't you for once come in without barging in like a maniac? Respect my living space, please! And take off your shoes!" 

 

The young man just laughed, pointing at his son, tossing his shoes carelessly. "See, I told you mommy gets sooo mad when I do it." The baby giggled and clapped his hands.

 

"Not funny, you idiot. Don't teach him your reckless and rude behavior," the girl scolded, picking up the infant for a cuddle. "This world only needs one Gojo Satoru."

 

The young father pouted playfully and hugged them both. "But you guys love me nevertheless, soooo the world may be against me or not, I have you guys!" He kissed the girl's head, making her roll her eyes but smile a little.

 

The baby reached up to him, calling out "Dada dada!" The man beamed with pride and picked up his child from the girl's arms. Spins his son and himself as the baby met out loud giggles. He lifted him up high and tossed him playfully. “How's my boy doing? Is he giving you a hard time? If so, that's perfect. That's what I told him," chuckled Gojo as he rubbed his son's hair.

 

"Actually, we were having a lot of fun. We were singing, playing his favorite toys and practicing his speaking." said the young mother, pinching the baby's cheek as he cooed. He says 'Mama' a lot, which makes my heart swell with pride."

 

Gojo laughed lightly. "Aww, Utahime, don't tell me you're jealous because our little one says 'dada' more than 'mama'. It just means he loves me more," he taunted playfully while sticking out his tongue.

 

Utahime quickly defended herself, "No, that's not why! I am helping him with his language skills and 'mama' and 'dada' are the only two words he knows more." Although she felt like she was bending the truth a little, she wanted to make her point clear. "Plus, he's been saying 'dada' a lot lately because he just learned it!!" Utahime scowled, feeling a bit annoyed. 

 

 

"Andddd he is now saying dada instead of mama anymore. Boy Utahime, you must be that desperate to get back at your number one spot at being a parent?" Gojo sneers, teasingly. He glances at his son, who is now chewing on his little thumb. "That's because you love daddy more than mommy?" 

 

 

The baby laughs and beams with joy, "Dada!"

 

 

Utahime smiles softly, "Will you say 'mama' too, my pandy boo?"

 

 

The baby looks at his young mother than looks back at his father. "Dada!"

 

 

Ouch.

 

 

Well, that's gotta hurt.

 

 

"Ahh I told you he loves me more." Gojo stick his tongue out at her as he gave his son big hug, rubbing his chin on his small head.

 

"This is not a competition, Gojo. We both love him equally, and he loves us equally, too," Utahime said, rubbing the baby's head.

 

The white-haired male coughed. "Said the loser, ow!" He winced as she smacked the back of his head hard enough to leave a red mark.

 

"Sorry but you won't be getting your second 'desert' that I had planned for you tonight, you idiot." She retrieved the toys scattered on the floor, returning them to the large toy chest against the living room wall. 

 

Gojo whispered to his son, "She's just being a sore loser," causing the child to giggle. Walking towards the small couch with his son, sitting down. 

 

As she held a toy truck in her hand with a sharp glare, "What did you just say?" 

 

He abruptly stopped in his tracks and let out a nervous chuckle, "I-I..said that I uhh love you!" 

 

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she returned the toy truck to its chest and headed towards the kitchen. "I love you too, but now I need to make dinner," she called out from the kitchen. "I hope I don't hear any loud crashes like last time."

 

"Oh come on, Utaaa. It wasn't my fault I broke your mom's vase!" 

 

"Gojo, that was an antique vase, and you were using our son as a flying helicopter pretending to attack," she reprimanded him with an annoyed look. 

 

 

"Well-"

 

 

"Oh, remember that you used his favorite stuffed bear, which I'm still calling that a weapon you bought. You carelessly swung around, knocking my precious plants over just to make him laugh from his crying," reminisced Utahime with a scowl.

 

"But it worked, didn't it? Besides, he really loves when I use his boxing bear in our playtime because he enjoys the fun," Gojo smiled and glanced around. "Where is the plush anyway?"

 

"I put it away because he likes to use that weapon to fight and knock things over with that bear's plush boxer glove whatever that is called." She let out a small sighed, "Your idea of 'fun' often leads to chaos and messes," responded Utahime. "Now, please behave while I'm cooking." As she returned to the kitchen to start cooking dinner for the three of them. "And don't even think about finding that bear!" She calls over.

 

Gojo let out a chuckle, "I swear your mom can be something."

 

The little chubby baby clapping both his tiny hands, his face lighting up with joy. He than tried to take his father's square-shaped black sunglasses off his face, but Gojo evaded and concealed them in his jacket pocket. "Uh uh uhh my son. You broke my first pair remember? I can afford to buy another pair, but I already love this style too much to give it up," Gojo said, causing his son to pout. However, Gojo cheered his son up by making a silly noise, which proved to be effective. Both father and son began to share laughter as Utahime peek over the wall and watches the heartwarming moment between them from the kitchen. She smiles at the adorable sight.

 

The little one leaned forward and eagerly gazed upon his father's lap to his jacket, hoping to spot any hidden treasures. "Oh, I forgot—" Gojo rummaged inside his one jacket pocket, revealing a half-eaten chocolate bar. He and his son were unapologetic sugar lovers, enjoying this indulgent treat as their lifeblood. Whenever Gojo returned home, he would always bring a bag of sweets, pastries, or candies to share with his son. Despite Utahime's annoyance, Gojo always found ways to sneak these delights to his boy. "This bar comes straight from the land of Belgium!" Gojo proudly boasted, breaking off a piece as his son salivated, bouncing up and down on his lap. "One of the best country where they make high-quality chocolate!" Before he could gave to his son, Utahime speaks out. 

 

"Gojo! I specifically told you not to give him any treats. You know how hyper he gets." She scolded him as she marched over to him. She furrowed her brows at him disapprovingly.

 

Gojo quickly hid the chocolate behind his back and nervously looked back at her. "Chocolate? What chocolate?" He asks innocently with a smile. 

 

"Gojo. I didn't say 'chocolate', I said 'treats'." She caught him as she glares at him. 

 

"Oooh. Oops." He giggles as he moved his arm further away from his son, the little chubby arm trying to reach out to grab the candy bar hidden behind his dad's back.

 

"Don't teach him to have a sweet tooth like you." She scolded as she comes over to the two.

 

"Oh c'mon Uta. One piece couldn't hurt?" As he held the bar up, his son attempting to grasp it, Gojo grinned, declaring, "You just don't understand how amazing sweets truly are!" 

 

"That's because I can't stand them."

 

"Exactly." Gojo says, letting his son grabs the chocolate . 

 

"Give it to me." Utahime held her hand out.  "I don't want him to get early cavities and choose treats as his everyday meals."

 

"Sorry buddy. You know mommy." Before his son could eat the bar, Gojo took the chocolate back and handed onto Utahime small hand. The baby let out a whimper.

 

 

"No no my pandy boo. You know you can't have these." Utahime shook her fingers, signaling a 'no' response. "You shouldn't be eating chocolates, especially before dinner, and your father is aware of this," she warned, casting a severe gaze at him. The intensity of her stare made Gojo turn away and whistle distractingly.

 

 

Their son pouts.

 

 

"Don't worry my love. Mommy is going to make something even better than chocolate!" She lightens up with a bright smile. "I'm gonna make your favorite!"

 

 

Utahime walks back excitedly to the kitchen.

 

 

"I am gonna guess it's porridge for you? So Boring. Am I right?"  Gojo hauled him up, gazing at him as his boy assented, the duo bursting into laughter. "Mommy can be bland sometimes."  As he seats the baby on his lap, he reaches into his other pocket and withdraws a fresh chocolate bar. Triumphantly, he exclaims, "I'm glad I brought another one!" The baby squeals in delight and eagerly accepts the candy, diligently unwrapping it before finally reaching the chocolate inside and taking a big bite. With a grin, he watches his son continue to enjoy the treat, smudging chocolate across his plump cheeks and hands. "Alright buddy, since we can't play rough-house, would you like to see something cool that uncle Getou and I found? Oh and let's find your favorite teddy bear too."

 

Utahime goes around the kitchen countertop as she begins to make dinner. She is thinking to make donburi (rice bowl topped with meat or vegetables) for both of them and okayu (rice porridge) for their son. 

 

As she hummed, she began to retrieve the ingredients from the kitchen cabinet. The sound of joyful laughter from the father and son filled her heart with happiness. It was surprising to Utahime that Gojo, who was constantly irresponsible and complained about his fatherly duties, was now actively participating in co-parenting. She had never expected him to be a part of their lives, especially after demanding her to get rid of the baby in the first place. However, it seems like he had a changed of heart when she was going through her pregnancy. He took his role as a father and do his best of balancing his lifestyle and his parent lifestyle. He even bought them an apartment room that way they won't continue being interfere of their parental roles from their parents. Over time, her trust in him grew, and she was surprised to find that she had developed affection for him despite his teasing and behavior for a long time since they were kids. He also responded her feelings. 

 

Watching Gojo interact with his son, Utahime could see the glow in his eyes as he spent time with the child. Though they still had their differences...and "occasional" arguments...Gojo was doing his best to be a good father and keep his child happy. He will do what he can.

 

Just like Utahime. She prioritizes their son above all else, ensuring that he receives all the necessary nutrition, clothing, warmth, care, and love every child deserves from their mother. As a mother, it is only natural for her to strive for the safety and well-being of her child. Her responsibility towards the upbringing of her little one is a priority that cannot be compromised, and thus, she demands certain standards to be met. She expects Gojo to be mindful of their baby son's needs and care for him properly.

 

Every little detail matters, even the slightest ones, such as the temperature of the baby bottle and the choice of clothing to ensure the baby's comfort, baby proof every room, the right and healthy nutrition baby foods. She is vigilant, checking and rechecking, always ensuring that her child is safe and sound in all situations.

 

Despite Gojo's annoyance, he listens and complies to her every word. He understands the importance of his responsibilities as a father and as a partner. Although he may find it burdening at times, he knows that his actions are only helping to ensure that their child is given the best possible care.

 

Thus, she will continue to be strict with Gojo and expects the best from him. For she knows that even the slightest mistake could lead to unfavorable consequences. Her maternal instincts drive her to be protective, and she will do whatever it takes to safeguard her baby son. 

 

Utahime is always with her baby, bringing him everywhere she goes. Inevitably, Shoko sometimes teases Utahime about her baby being a mama's boy because he never wants to leave her side. He clings to her, crying whenever she leaves the room or if someone other than her or Gojo is holding him. The bond between Utahime and her child is special, as they both love and cherish each other deeply.

 

 

While she and Gojo may have their differences, it is important for them to prioritize the well-being of their child and set aside any disagreements. As this is crucial for creating a happy and healthy family. For the sake of their son.

 

 

Crashes.

 

 

Utahime stopped as she was in the middle of seasoning the meat and marched to the living room to see what was broke. 

 

 

As she saw the lamp had fell and land on the furnished coffee table, she couldn't help but let out a gasp. The table had been tipped over, causing its accessories to fall as well. Making a mess. Amidst the chaos, she noticed a small but heavy medicine ball - a super ball. Including the monstrous stuffed boxer bear laying on the floor next to the broken table. Gojo held their son on his shoulders, eyes wide when she sees their child's face and attire are smeared with chocolate, and the little one is overflowing with hyper energy. 

 

 

"Gojo Satoru!"

 

 

"It wasn't me!"

 

 

 

——————

 

 

 

As she woke up from a deep sleep, she couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness overcome her. She had been dreaming, or more accurately, reliving a painful memory. With a heavy heart, she reached up to touch her cheek, where she could feel the remnants of dried tears from the night before. Her exhaustion was palpable and she sighed, turning over and hugging her pillow tightly, as if seeking comfort from it. 

 

 

For a long time, she hadn't dreamt about any moments from her old past, but they were still unforgotten. Memories of a happy time where everything felt nostalgic and filled with happiness - a time when she believed she would raise a family. A time where it changed her life in such a way that she felt truly herself. Especially with her son. Her son was a major part of the greatest of her life. As well as...Gojo Satoru. Whom she never would have thought to be attached to despite in the past he would be the ache to her head. Despite this, he brought joy and positivity into her and their son's lives, surprising her with his unexpected expression of softness, sentimentality, and genuine love that she never knew he had in him. This contrast between her initial assumptions and his true character highlights the complexity and depth of human relationships, as well as the potential for growth and change within individuals. These were beautiful times when everything felt normal.

 

Although she remembers those times, it brings her great pain to recall them as it reminds her of the dark and depressing state she was once in after she placed him up into the adoption. To avoid being drawn back into that state of despair, she had tried to forget those memories. However, she realizes that the sacrifices she made were for the good of her child, and although it hurt her greatly, she knew it was ultimately the right decision. She acknowledged that it was all for the betterment of her child, but it still caused her significant anguish.

 

She let out a low sigh, taking a breath in and tries go back to sleep, but the crushing headache she felt reminded her that she had drank too much the night before. Hangovers were something she couldn't get used to. She knew that she couldn't continue living this way, drowning in alcohol and sorrow. She had experienced the darkest of times before, and it was not a place she ever wanted to revisit. So she made a decision - she was going to tell him. 

 

Utahime reluctantly sat up, despite the pounding in her head. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stretched her arms overhead, wincing as she held her head to alleviate the pain. She gazed out of her window and saw that it was still dark out, checking the time to confirm that it was only 4:15am. Normally, Utahime was one to never compromise on her eight hours of sleep, but lately, stress had been keeping her up at night. 

 

Nevertheless, she decided that this early morning hour was the perfect time to start planning. She knew she had to build up a strong, detailed case with indisputable information to present to Itadori. She had only one week to create and finesse the truth that she hoped he would accept, before it started to consume her. This was a difficult task, but Utahime knew that it was imperative if she wanted to finally move on from her past and have a chance at happiness.

 

"I have to tell him," she said under her breath. "But how? How can I explain this to him?"

 

As she brainstormed ideas, her mind wanders back to the day that she gave birth to him. The memories of his tiny hands wrapped around her finger, and the feeling of overwhelming love that flooded her. It was a moment that she would never forget. As she climbed out of bed, she made her way over to the closet and carefully opened it, searching for a particular item. Her eyes lit up as she spotted it and she reached in, pulling out a worn light blue onesie with a cuddly panda and the words "Mommy's little panda" written on it. Holding it close to her chest, she let out a quiet yet heavy sigh.

 

This onesie had held a tremendous amount of sentimental value to her ever since she purchased it during her pregnancy, a time when she had felt alone and unsupported by her own family. Despite the turmoil of those days, the onesie had somehow managed to find a place in her closet. She was grateful now, more than ever, that she had not donated or thrown it away.

 

As she reminisced on her pregnancy, she fondly remembered how her child had been her guiding light through the storm. The onesie may have been the first article of baby clothing she had ever purchased, but it was memories like these that truly made it the most precious.

 

She knew that Itadori deserved to know the truth, but she didn't want to hurt him.  

 

Utahime had thought long and hard about the best way to explain to her student that she was, in fact, his mother. She knew it would be a sensitive subject and she wanted to handle it with care.

 

 

 

Notes:

Omg where do I begin??? Hello it has been...a year since I updated Last Chance. I am very sorry. College can be a pain in the ass. I'm finishing my studies until the spring of 2024. Which means I am gonna be extra busy this year. I am starting my summer semester right now with two courses, but damn...they both feel like I am taking four lmao.

 

However, I am very sorry that it took me this long to update. To make it up...I have made two chapters: this and the next one!

 

For those who still waited very patiently for a year, I am very thankful for your continuation on my story! I am still gonna make this story so no worries! I will never stop making this story as I really enjoy writing this of my favorite ship 😭💘 I am hoping you guys understand the update will take a while.

 

And I wanted to clear things out about this story as I have read comments about one thing that have people confused on:

 

"Why is Itadori Yuji is the son of Utahime and Gojo? Why not Megumi?"

 

And I am happy to clarify this!

 

Originally, I have thought about Megumi as their son since obviously he has similar physical traits especially from Utahime (including both not liking sweets and can be serious) and Megumi is already like a son to Gojo in JJK!

 

As I developed the storyline, I came up an idea and felt compelled to include Toji due to his significant role and the chaos he brings especially to the young Gojo. Including the idea of the intricacy of the father-son dynamic between Toji and Megumi holds a significant and complex impact on the present status of Megumi's life where he is today. (Last Chance Spoiler?: his life is better.)

 

I still want Gojo and Utahime to have a son and I had mentioned before that I do not like building an OC character...I picked Itadori. I am very well aware that he has no resemblance to either Utahime or Gojo XD I did mentioned that early in the book but I also mentioned that he has couple of familiar personality traits and his relationship. For example he is at least close to Gojo in a father-and-son way (maybe not as Megumi but close enough! XD). Also he has the same energy as Gojo and they are both goofy! They are both movie watchers too let's not forget that hahah. The only characteristic traits from him and Utahime are: their hobbies are karaoke, they are both kind and genuine, hardworking and have brown eyes. Not as a lot like with Gojo. I have added/changed some very small things on Itadori’s character to make him more like he is related to them. For example, he has a sweet tooth like Gojo and enjoys sports like Utahime.

 

Megumi of course will be a part of this story especially for Itadori ^^ Megumi will appear here very soon and you will be surprise about his first appearance :3

 

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy reading this and the next chapter! I really love reading your supportive comments as it really encourages me to continue on writing I love you guys so much! 😭💘💘💘

 

Also IM EXCITED FOR JJK SEASON 2...23 EPISODES WOOOO

Chapter 11: CHAPTER 10

Notes:

For those who clicked on the chapter number right away…I updated two new chapters in one day. Don't forget to read the last chapter!

 

Utahime Iori had always been a strict but caring teacher. She was respected by her students for her teaching skills as well her kindness. She is admired by her colleagues for her dedication to her job. However, little did anyone know the secret that she had kept buried deep within her for years.

 

Shad taught for many years, but she had never faced a challenge quite like this one. How was she going to tell her student, Itadori Yuji, that she was actually his mother? The revelation had hit her hard, and now she had to figure out how to break the news to him.

 

Social studies had began in the first period as Utahime is back at her teaching duties. Back on time too as the semester is coming to an end this Friday, this week marks the last period before the school vacation.

 

She let out an exhausted sigh before running a hand through her face. She knows she is running out of time to tell him before she sees him in the next two weeks.

 

 

———————

 

 

Everything seems normal. For students but for Itadori....it is not. In fact, she is not paying attention to him like she used to. 

 

When he first walk in to the classroom room and greets her brightly, she gave him a small smile and nod before turning her head back to the board, continue writing. 

 

She usually responds back with a sweet and happy response and asks him how is his day or if he is understanding the materials. And they would talk for 10 minutes before the bell rings.

 

 

But this time they didn't and she was so quiet around him, as if she is pretending he is not there. 

 

 

He decides it should not be a big deal and she may focus back to him like she used to.

 

Sadly throughout the week, she did not.

 

Itadori noticed that his teacher was acting a little distant towards him. She treated him like any other student in the class, which made Itadori feel a little hurt. Of course he is her student, but he thought he already have some special connection. He even tried to raise his hands to answer the questions a few times, but she always picked another student and not once him.  When he tries to speak to her, she gave him a short quick answer and went back to her grading or other teaching duties before asking him to leave the classroom. Not looking at him in the eye. 

 

He does not know why or if he should asked her why she was acting differently towards him.

 

Itadori felt left out and alone, but he did not know why his teacher's behavior had changed.

 

As he approached her, he could see a look of discomfort on her face. Itadori was confused, but he didn't want to force her to talk, so he asked her for help with a classroom activity.

 

Utahime seemed to help him in a hurry and left without another word. Itadori was left with more questions than answers, wondering why his teacher had acted so strange towards him.

 

He thought she must be little stress out on catching up her lesson planning for her students since she had a week off.

 

 

To him that is the only possible solution for her behavior towards him. 

 

 

But what is weird that she would talk to other students with her causal and sweet personality.

 

 

Why them and not him too?

 

 

——————

 

 

In a cafeteria, filled with the chatter of students grabbing a bite to eat during their lunch break, Itadori slowly took his seat at a table across from his good friend, Junpei. Itadori appeared visibly worried, his expression darkened with a sense of apprehension. Sensing his friend's mood, Junpei turned to him and asked what was going on.

 

Itadori sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before finally speaking. "I'm worried about something," he said, his voice low and apprehensive. "It's about my sensei, Utahime. Lately, she's been acting weird towards me."

 

Junpei's face reflected his friend's concern as he leaned forward and asked, "What do you mean?"

 

Itadori explained, "She used to give me a lot of special attention, always engaging me in conversations, asking how I was doing. But now, it's like she barely speaks to me. She barely even looks at me. I don't know what's going on."

 

Junpei took a moment to process the information before responding, "That does sound weird. Maybe she's just going through something. Maybe she is stress or catching up her missing work since she came back."

 

Itadori skeptically nodded his head and retorted, "But it's been going on all week. I was considering the various possibilities. However, she treats me differently, not like a student, but more distant. While she is somewhat casual and sweet to her other students, she maintains so different towards me. I find it hard to understand."

 

Junpei remained calm and collected, "Well, there could be a lot of reasons for it," he said. "Maybe she has other things on her mind."

 

Itadori nodded in agreement, "That's true," he said. "But it still feels strange. I miss the way she shows her special attention towards me."

 

Junpei patted Itadori's back in an effort to console him. "I know, man," he said, "Maybe you can reach out to her through email or chat to let her know about it."

 

"Email won't do since it won't feel like I did something affective. Doing In person might do."  Itadori says as he looks down on his half-eaten shrimp. 

 

"I hope she will be back at her old ways." Junpei says. 

 

Itadori managed a weak smile despite his worries, "I hope so," he said. "But today is the last day of the semester before the break. I do not know how she could see me in a few hours."

 

He receives a notification on his phone, takes it out of his pocket, and sees that it's an email from his sensei, Utahime. 

 

"I just received an email from Utahime-sensei!" he exclaims, quickly opening his phone to read the email.

 

"What does she says?" Junpei asks, leaning in to look.

 

"It looks like she wants to meet with me after school. But she didn't give me any details about what she wants to talk about. And that's unusual for her, she's usually quite descriptive," Itadori says, looking confused.

 

"Oh? Weird." Junpei says.

 

"Eh it's fine. It is a relief to know that she's still in touch with me," Itadori exclaimed as a bright smile crossed his face. "I'm curious about what my sensei and I will discuss after school," he wondered.

 

"Probably you guys are going to talk about how you shouldn't jerk off to Jennifer Lawerence half nude leak photo?" Junpei playfully teased. 

 

Itadori quickly shushed him, insisting, "Please don't say that out loud! Besides, I don't 'jerk off', I simply appreciate her photo in a physically stimulating way. There's a difference." However, Itadori's tone betrayed the lie. 

 

Junpei caught on and confronted him, "Come on man, you already admitted this morning to 'wacking it off' last night."

 

 

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Utahime had never planned on letting things get this far, but when she hadn't known that her son would be one of her students this year at Kyoto High School.

 

 

Taking a sip of her tea on as she sits behind her desk, patiently for him to arrive. 

 

She feels extremely guilty for the way she has avoid him especially when it went against her teacher ethics codes. 

 

Especially decided to tell him on the day before the school vacation. 

 

In order to control her emotions especially in front of her students and be stable the entire week. Before the school break. Now her week off has come to the end. It was hard for her to get out of bed. She was struggling with how to reveal this information to her son without causing any unnecessary awkwardness or discomfort. She knew that telling him outright would be too jarring, too sudden. However after very thorough and careful planning for the past days, she knows how to approach this situation. She realized that she had the perfect opportunity to slowly ease the truth into her son's life. 

 

Utahime sees now she had grown increasingly fond of him over time, and the more she watched him, the more she saw herself in him. It was as if he were a mirror of her younger self. She watched him with keen interest as he struggled to understand the complexities of the subject matter. She could tell that he was a smart kid, but he was just not clicking with the material.

 

She is happy to say her love for her own has never faced away not even a tiny bit.

 

 

A moment after her thought, she immediately got startled when the door burst opened.

 

 

"Utahime-Sensei! How's it going!" Itadori came in as he waved out to her with a big smile and giggling and taking a big bite on the candy bar.

 

 

Utahime shot him with a glare by the sudden burst. "Itadori-San. What did we talked about how you come into my classroom properly? And please no food in my classroom." 

 

Itadori took the last bite and finished his Candy bar than swallows. He laughs as he scratches his head, "I am sorry Utahime-Sensei! I guess that is how I am."

 

Utahime quietly sighs as her facial expressions soften. You definitely got that door-bursting behavior from him.

 

Itadori throws away bunch of candy wrappers from his uniform pants to the small trash bin, almost filling the bucket.

 

And his sweet tooth...

 

"Have a seat, Itadori-San." she pointed the chair that is right across from her desk. He obliged with a nod and went to sit down on the chair. 

 

"Is there something you want to talk to me about? Am I in trouble or something?" Itadori realized something with a concern look. "D-Don't...tell me I'm failing?"

 

Utahime let out a soft laugh before shaking her head. "No no you are not it...it's something important I want to discuss you about. A truth you need to know." She said firmly at the last sentence which made Itadori more curious.

 

"Is it something I need to be concerned about?" Itadori asked with an eyebrow raised.

 

She let out a sighed, "It depends on you but I wish you could understand of what I am going to explain to you..or show you. I haven't been honest with you recently." Utahime pulls out a beige envelope that looks aged and she pulls up again but with a big black photo album onto the desk.

 

This confuses Itadori. 

 

Before he could ask, Utahime spoke up. "Before I could tell you, let me give you an introduction that way you will understand the situation. I have something personal that I would like to share with you." She takes a breath in. "Just know that what I'm about to tell you comes from a difficult time in my life." She gave him a broken smile before she gets up and approached the wide window beside her desk and gazed out at the setting sun, savoring the sight.

 

"I was you once." She began. "Well when I was few years older, of course, but I was a young girl with a future ahead of me. I was smart and hardworking. I had created ambitious goals of what I want to do as I dreamt going into excellent college education and my reputation was remarkable." She let out a sigh. "I got pregnant during my junior year of high school due to my reckless behavior."

 

His jaw dropped and his eyes widen.

 

"It was hard being pregnant in high school," she went on. "I had to deal with all the stares and whispers, and my parents wasn't exactly supportive. My parents dishonor me when I choose to keep the baby. The only one who was there for me was my best friend. She helped me go through my pregnancy and gave me helpful advices. More so than the father could." She chuckled softly, reflecting back on those memories. 

 

 "Wow, that must have been really hard!" Itadori says, his gaze is still at Utahime.

 

Utahime nodded, "I worked really hard to prepare for my first child and didn't pay much attention to others' opinions. I was excited to have a baby as I started buying clothes, toys, nursery rhymes materials, baby's first looks, and musicals; everything I needed to be ready for my little one."

 

He smiled, impressed by her passion for motherhood, "That's awesome! Was it a boy or girl?"

 

Utahime turned to him with a smile, "A boy. I had a beautiful, smart, and perfect boy. I loved and still love him dearly."

 

Itadori noticed she had used the past tense and asked, "What do you mean by 'had'? Did something happen to your baby? Did you had a miscarriage or stillbirth?"

 

Utahime shook her head, "No, the birth was successful, actually. I was surprised when I managed to push him out after three attempts," she said, letting out a sigh at the painful memory. "However, that didn't spare me from the excruciating birth. It felt like I was being torn apart!" She and Itadori shared a hearty laugh. "I have never experienced so much pain in my life, and I never want to go through that again! But it was all worth it," Utahime smiled as she reminisced about the beautiful moment when the nurse handed her first child to her. "When I held him for the first time, it was as though all my troubles, worries, and headaches disappeared. I was in eternal bliss," she spoke with truth. "The moment he came out of me and I held him close, I knew I was in love."  

 

Itadori's heart was moved by her love for her son. It was evident that she deeply cares for him and has done everything in her capability to ensure his happiness.

 

He than realizes something, "was the dad there?"

 

Utahime nodded, "He showed up an hour after I gave birth, which was surprising because he had never shown any interest in parenting before. But he told me he had a change of heart and wants to be a part of our child's life." 

 

'I am sorry I was such a piece of shit to you. But I want to make it right. Please.'

 

Utahime remembered his past broken promise to her and their child when he came into the emergency room an hour after she had given birth.

 

"I am immensely thankful that my baby is healthy and happy. I feel blessed by the deities above for this miracle. My son had been my beacon of light, bringing forth joy and an abundance of love that I didn't knew I was missing. Whenever I was feeling lonely, my baby was always by my side."

 

Itadori asks, "I notice you don't talk about the father much. Did he follow through on his commitment to be present? It seems that he didn't have any involvement."

 

Utahime takes a moment to reply before turning back to the window, "He was present, but not very often. There would be times he shies away from his responsibilities and failed to realize the impact of his actions." But he would tried his best.

 

"He sounds like a careless dad." Itadori points out.

 

'I couldn't deal with your annoying naggings and shoutings! Why do you think I barely come here? You always judge everything I do and never let me do what I want to do!'

 

Utahime prevented herself from crying as she recalls a painful memory of when Gojo lashed out at her. She takes a deep breath. "He thinks I caused him to miss time with our son. He won't listen to me because he believed I should mind my own business." She crosses her arms, feeling frustrated. "But there were times when he was there for our son. Playful, goofy, gave him everything and giving him his full affection and attention. He really loved his son." Utahime smiles as her eyes became glossy. "We would also get got along and were truly in love, and I believed we would create a deep connection and loving family." However, their disagreements often escalated to the point where they were dysfunctional, resulting in Gojo leaving the house in the middle of the night. "Our fights were so intense that it tarnished our relationship."

 

Itadori felt extremely remorse of how unhealthy the unrelationship had gotten due to their major roles as parents at such a young and delicate age. Especially when they were still in high school. 

 

"I ended up staying home, missed school days as I would be taking care of our son. Days and nights, even in the middle of the night, while he goes out partying or goofing off..." And seeing other girls... "Even though he swore that he will become a father right after our son was born." Utahime rubbed her forehead, clearly exasperated. 

 

"How did you deal with that?" 

 

"I do not know to be honest." She sighs. "I suppose my intention was to resolve things and perhaps he'll eventually realize that his son should be his top priority, while I strive to maintain my composure and learn to be more accepting," she voiced. "He attempted to be a good father, but he lacked true responsibility. We fought frequently, and he often wouldn't come home, or on the rare occasion that he did, it ended in arguments. It was very distressing for our baby, who would cry at the sound of our raised voices." She paused, using her sleeve to wipe away a teardrop. "One night, he drew the line...well I guess we both did... and for the first time, it turned physical. It was detrimental to our child's well-being." Her voice quiet down as she feels heart heart aches. "We tried our best to make things work, but we simply didn't possess the capability." Her eyes are forming tears. "But it would be the best for him. Best for us. I hoped to fulfill my aspiration of becoming a teacher, he yearned to travel all around the world," she added with a roll of her eyes.

 

 

Itadori asked uneasily, "What did you guys do?"

 

Utahime hesitated for a few moments, then lowered her head as she replied, "We had to give our son up for adoption."

 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Utahime-Sensei." Itadori felt a wave of sympathy and sorrow wash over him. His teacher had gone through so much and had to make a difficult choice for the benefit of her child.

 

She exhaled a shaky breath, not attempting to mourn, "It was an extremely tough decision, filled with pain and grief, but we gave up our child because we loved him and wanted the best for him." 

 

 

"You did what you had to do, Utahime-Sensei."

 

 

"It took a long time while I had to cope some drinkable substance to ease the pain, but I eventually made peace with my decision." Utahime said as she recalled her old behavior where she take her depression on booze.  "As a young mother, it was far too challenging for me to manage. I could not equipped to provide my child with the life he deserved, I felt compelled to give him up. Even though I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn't do it." Utahime lowered her gaze and folded her hands in front of her.

 

"Both of you were young and managing babies at that age was difficult. You made the right choice, and now your son is living a fantastic life with a family who is taking care of him!" Itadori says with enthusiasm. "I'm sure by know he is living the time of his life with a whole new family to be cared and love by!"

 

She remained silent, knowing deep down that what he was saying was partially true. "Yeah I'm glad he did." she finally replied. "It's great to know he's living a fulfilling life as he was raised by a good and loving family who could love him."

 

 

Itadori noticed something unusual in her speech. Utahime never made any grammatical errors before, but perhaps she was simply too distressed while sharing her past with him. 

 

 

"What about the dad? What ever happened to him?" He asks curiously. 

 

 

Utahime hesitated before responding. Recalling her past with her baby was challenging enough, but discussing her previous relationship with Gojo was particularly difficult. "We separated after giving our child up for adoption," she explained. "The last time I saw him was when he attempted to prevent me from returning back to the Tokyo Adoption Agency to retrieve my son. I got physical with him to get him out of my way, but he ultimately did the right thing by stopping me. If he hadn't, I would have been in serious trouble with the law."

 

"O..oh I see. You guys still talk to each other?" He asks.

 

 

She shook her head. "We never talked.  It became clear to us that our love was greatly affected by our constant bickering and quarrels. These unhealthy emotions eventually turned into disasters. Our terrible arguments had even started scaring our son, so we had to walk away from the relationship."

 

Itadori frowns. Damn... "Where is he now?"

 

She gave a shrug. "Who knows? I assumed he's chasing his dream to become a world explorer, just like I mentioned earlier. He was very passionate about it and claimed that it was his biggest dream that he couldn't miss," she scoffed. "Traveling extensively across the globe, trying every single exotic deserts, buying luxurious clothing, flirting the foreigners girls....just as he wanted."

 

 

Itadori furrowed his eyebrows, It sounded like he only cares about his own needs, happiness and priorities than his son and her.

 

 

He could tell she is not enjoying discussing her past romantic relationship, and he felt the same way. To ease the tension, he decided to switch the topic and ask a question unrelated to her former lover. 

 

"How old was he when you gave him up?" Itadori asks. "I-I-If you do not mind me asking-"

 

"One. One years old.  He was still a baby. 14 years ago we have to let him go." Utahime spoke softly. 

 

Ohh? She took care of him for a year too? I bet my parents were also young and gave a shot for a year...that could be possible...

 

"Did you leave any contact informations if you want him to find you?" 

 

Utahime shook her head. "His father and I decided it will be the best to let him live a life in ignorance. We did not want him to know his real parents were toxic with negative energy. We wanted him to live a good life by real good parents." 

 

"You weren't being a bad mom, Utahime-Sensei! Sure you have some unhealthy alterations with you and the dad, but your love for your kid is amazing and you sounded like a passionate young mother!" Itadori rebutted with a smile.

 

"You think so?"

 

"I know so!" He gave her a thumbs up. An idea came up to his head as he takes a breath in. "Can I tell you something?"

 

"Hm?"

 

"We both may have something in common. Well in adoption sort of way." Itadori let out a chuckle. "I was adopted."

 

Utahime's eyes widen. He knows about his own adoption?

 

Itadori revealed, "In my grandfather's will, he stated that I was adopted at the age of one and that my parents were actually my adoptive parents. Accepting this truth proved to be challenging, but...I am sorta... learning to come to terms...with it."

 

"Even if your biological parents or grandfather differ from who you thought they were, don't let the truth destroy everything you believe. If they've given you their unconditional love, which every child deserves, then cherish it," Utahime said with a soft tone.

 

He let out a hum before shrugging, "I'm..still thinking."

 

"Itadori-San, please don't think any less of them. Even after the loss of your parents and your grandfather, they all made sure your life remained meaningful." Utahime smiled compassionately, gesturing towards Itadori. "You've grown wiser, happier, and even more intelligent. " she smiles brightly. "I'm confident that your biological parents would be appreciative of how your life has turned out, just as they had hoped."

 

"Maybe your right, but I can't help hoping that one day I'll be able to discover the identities of my real parents. If I could find them, I don't know what I'd do - maybe I just want to see them for myself. Sadly, I don't have any information about them, not even on the adoption papers. It's really frustrating." Itadori sighed and slumped his shoulders. "I only got some of the adoption papers but not my birth records and not even my birth certificate."

 

Wait. There was no birth certificate? How? I swear I thought...did I? Before Utahime could figure out of the mysterious disappearance, Itadori added that break her soul. 

 

"I wonder if they care about me." 

 

She felt a little ache in her heart. It made her feel little guilty for not leaving any infos about herself when she was filing the documents. Now, him yearning to knowledge more about his biological parents, urges her to continue her revelation. Before Utahime could speak, Itadori spoke up.  "You think your son will ever find out and see you one day?" He asks.

 

Giving her more opening. She continues to smile. "He already met me. He still is."

 

This caught him in surprise and stiffened his siting posture, "R..Really! That's neat! How was he? How did he come in contact with you and when? Sorry if I'm asking so many questions." He let out a small laugh. 

 

Utahime fully turns around as she is facing him, "Do you want to look through my photo album? I kept it to remember all the memories of my baby and I."

 

He found it quite strange of her offered more than not answering his questions. 

"Uhm yeah sure!" 

 

He pulls the photo album to him and began to look through it.

 

As Itadori flipped through the pages, he saw pictures of his teacher as a toddler playing outdoors, going to festivals, and visiting attraction sites with her family and friends. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was at such a young age.

 

The next few pages showed her in her high school years, participating in extracurricular activities like praying, music, and sports. He could see the passion and dedication in her eyes as she pursued her interests.

 

 

However. Something seems little strange as he is looking through her younger self. As if he has recalled another girl similar to her appearance.

 

As he continued to turn the pages, he came across a series of photographs that showed her with her baby. 

 

"Oh I see your baby! Awwh he's cute." As he looked through photos of her baby, he couldn't help but notice how adorable the little one was. In fact, the baby appeared to be bubbly and playful in every photo. However, his attention was caught by something familiar in the next image. To the right of the page, he noticed her child snuggled up with a teddy bear wearing boxing gloves. That teddy bear triggered a strange sense of familiarity within him. 

 

I swear I had seen that bear before. 

 

As he turned to the next page, he couldn't help but notice a familiar image.

 

The photo captures a delightful moment of her baby wearing a birthday party hat, hugging the arm of a bug panda. From the context, it can be assumed that the panda is someone in a costume. The baby is smiling brightly, radiating joy and warmth. Itadori recognizes the panda as the iconic character from an old kiddie show that was immensely popular.

 

"Man I haven't seen that show since I was...a kid! Brings back memories!" In fact to Itadori, it is too nostalgic.

 

Utahime chuckles and remarks, "Ah, I see you've come across his first birthday photos. He's always had a thing for that panda. Everyone loves the Panda guy, of course, but nobody holds it quite as dear as he does."

 

"It's no surprise," replies Itadori, gazing at the image of the baby tightly clutching the panda's ankle. "Panda was always such a funny, adorable, lovable and goofy guy. I can see why he loves him."

 

 

"We threw him a grand birthday celebration, complete with a large bouncy house and colorful balloons. He would indulged his big birthday chocolate cake since he has a sweet tooth." She laughs a little. "What he truly loved the most was seeing his favorite bear, Panda, who came to the party and entertained him." Utahime fondly remembers the delight her child expressed upon seeing Panda at the celebration. 

 

"You know." She take a few steps towards it Itadori as he still focuses on the photos. "I used to have a nickname for him and he would love to be called."

 

"Oh really like what?" Itadori asked, flipping the next page.

 

"I used to call him...Pandy Boo."

 

He paused. The nickname caused a momentary lapse in his thoughts. He experienced a tingling sensation, as if he had heard the name before. He couldn't determine if it was from a movie, stories, fairy tale, or some other source, but it triggered a sense of nostalgia in his mind. Even though his mother had given him several affectionate and adorable nicknames, he never remembered being called Pandy Boo before, yet it somehow felt familiar to him.

 

"A Uh cute name for him!" 

 

"Have you had childhood nicknames from your adoptive mom?" She asks.

 

He nodded, "Yeah and mostly they were embarrassing ones haha. But the names makes me feel special." He scratches his head with a laugh. 

 

"Oh really?" She let out a soft laugh. "It is her way of affection. I know." 

 

"Yeah. She treats me like her baby like holding me, culdding me, making me snacks or treats and sing me lullabies to keep me calm." I wonder if my real mom had done the same too? 

 

"Lullabies huh? I used to sing my son lullabies too. He loves when I sing for him." She gave him a closed eyes smile.

 

He turns to her smiles. "You have been a great mother that he ever has! I'm sure he has understands your reasons for the adoption. You must have been all open arms  for him!"

 

"It was rather...shocking. I did not expected the day to come or how I should react. In fact, I was rather happy in the inside but on the outside I was nervous." She released a shaky breath. "All this time as a teacher, I will never expect the day to come. In my own classroom." 

 

Itadori raised both eyebrows. "Wait...he's one of your students?? Do I know him?" Sitting up on the chair in shock.

 

She didn't respond as she looks away, "If you want to know. Why don't you look at the big envelope?" 

 

He found it more strange how she responds. As if she is dodging the question to let him know for himself. 

He turns his head and pulls the envelope to him and carefully opening the envelops. He pulls out one document which was a legal document that reflects the adoption and provides for the termination of parental rights is an Adoption Decree. 

 

Wow they have to go through legal crap for the adoption? I bet that is what my real parents had to go through too. 

 

"An Adoption Decree?" He sees it is a court order that legally recognizes the adoption of a child by someone other than the birth parents. "When you placed your baby for adoption, your legal rights and responsibilities as birth parents were terminated. You were aware that this decision was irreversible," he said as Utahime nodded in agreement.

 

"Terminates the legal rights and responsibilities of the birth parents..."he mumbles to himself. I see. Once they gave you up, they are not your parents anymore... 

 

Itadori reads the Adoption Decree, includes information about the child, the date and place of the adoption. 

 

Huhhh he was placed on April 28th...2009?...w-wait. Me too!

 

He looks closer. 

 

Huh..I wonder if he have been adopted before I was? Hold on...

 

He looks at the date the baby was adopted. 

 

He was adopted also on May...16..2009? And at 10:37am....So was I! Wait woah!! Haha me too! Uhh wow okay very coincidence and strange uhmm.

 

"Even though I was in denial at first, I could see the resemblance." Utahime says softly. "I had found out he moved from Tokyo to Kyoto when he was a child." 

 

He was also born in Tokyo too?? Wait. Does that mean he was from the Tokyo adoption agency? Wow it is like we are brothers hahaha. I wonder if I have met him? Well, probably I can't remember since I was one during that time. 

 

Itadori pulls out another document and sees the medical record. It looks old but he was able to read through 

 

Date of Birth: March  20, 2008

 

"Hey sensei!" He smiles brightly as he turns his head toward her, pointing in the medical record. "We both have the same birthday!" He let out a hearty laugh. 

 

Utahime pretends to laugh, I know.

 

Itadori continues to read the medical record.

 

Gender: Male 

Weight: 7 pounds 2 ounces

 

Physical Exam: The male child appears well-nourished and well-hydrated. He is alert and responsive. Heart rate and rhythm are regular. Lungs are clear with no evidence of respiratory distress. Abdomen is soft and non-tender. No masses or organomegaly appreciated.

 

Assessment and Plan: A healthy newborn with no significant medical concerns.

 

Immunizations: all received.

 

Medical History: No medical issues that the baby has experienced.

 

 

He never knew how thorough for a simple medical record can be.

 

 

"He was a healthy one, Utahime-Sensei!"

 

Utahime smiles. 

 

As he was scanning through the pile of documents, he stumbled upon one that caught his attention. It appeared to be a set of results. As he perused through them, his eyes landed on the blood analysis report. Upon closer look, he observed that the blood samples had striking similarities. He couldn't help but notice that his blood and her son's blood seemed awfully alike. Intrigued, he began reading through the blood outcome report.

 

 

Blood type A.

 

Blood analysis:

 

 

He looked through the analysis and sees the results were strangely similar to his own. Her son's blood type having one A allele and one O allele. Very similar analysis as his. 

 

He is not sure if he should say something to her if the hospital gave her results by mistake. Or maybe just coincidence? Very coincidence? His apprehension grows stronger when he notices another result document. Although tempted to scrutinize these files, he hesitates. As he turns his head, his teacher speaks up on his behalf.

 

 

"Please look."

 

He detected the little desperation in her voice. As if she wants him to. What is so matters for him to check?

 

"But should we get back to the discussion that we are supposed to have-"

 

"Itadori-San. Please." 

 

With no alternative, Itadori releases a heavy sigh and retrieves the final document. Upon observing it, he furrows his brows, for the results are not just any medical records, but rather the results of a DNA paternity test.

 

Huh? Why she had to do that? Did her son was really skeptical if she is his mother if the other documents were not convincing enough? 

 

 

He begans to read.

 

 

He reads further onto the next sec to on that he was not expected. 

 

Itadori observes 20 distinct positions on Utahime's DNA, which are recorded in the "locus" column. He then evaluates those same positions present in the DNA of the other tested individual who possesses one copy of Utahime's DNA segment. As he scrolls down, his heart suddenly stops when he comes across a familiar name - Itadori Yuji.

 

What the hell? 

 

He widened his eyes as he felt his heart dropped. He rereads again. 

 

Wh..what? he froze, trying to understand what he had just read. 

 

This...this gotta be mistake! 

 

"My friend is a highly skilled medical professional whom I've known for a long time. She recently covered a colleague's shift and met with one of his patients," Utahime said calmly as she walked towards him, knowing that he had heard her. "The patient is a high school student who asked for some tests to ensure there are no health concerns related to his family medical history."

 

Itadori stiffened. He knows what she was talking.  And who she was talking about. The doctor. The brunette female doctor who was substituting his physician. Was she the one did the paternity test by using his blood?

 

He reads further but leaning in to the document. 

 

 

Upon observation of the genetic table, he notes that Utahime possesses two sets of alleles at each tested location, and that at least one of these matches his own alleles.

 

As he examines the table further, his gaze settles upon the term 'Paternity Index,' located in the upper left section, and he becomes aware of its significance as a statistic.

 

Upon reviewing the PI statistics, he discerns the strength of the match at each Locus (DNA location), and concludes that one of Itadori's alleles at each location matches with one of hers.

 

 

N..no no no.

 

 

His heart quickened as he looks further down, leaning his face into the paper. 

 

 

I. Combined Paternity Index

 

The CPI is located on the lower left side of the report beneath the Genetic System Table. It is represented by a numerical value and serves as an odds ratio, indicating the likelihood that she is....

 

 

That is..no..n-no! This is not real!...

 

 

 

The number is higher.

 

 

 

He feels like he couldn't breath as his chest began to ache.

 

 

 

He could not face reading the next section. His brain is telling him no, but his heart refuses. He reads the last section.

 

 

 

II. TEST RESULTS

 

He gulps.

 

The test results revealed that Utahime Iori and Itadori Yuji share a probability of paternity of 100%

 

His heart sinks when he reads the last section. 

 

III. CONCLUSION

 

Based on the results of the DNA paternity test, it is highly probable that Utahime Iori is the biological.... 

 

 

Am I dreaming???

 

 

The probability of paternity of 100% is considered conclusive, as it is greater than 50%. Therefore, the paternity test report concludes that.....

 

 

"Utahime Iori...is not...excluded as the b..biological...m-mother of the tested child." Itadori looks up from the document, stating to the chalkboard in complete shock. His hands shaking.  Set the document down. His face continues to look down. 

 

 

Her voice shaking. "I haven't been completely honest with you. I am so sorry." 

 

Itadori remains silent. He was speechless. Utahime continued.

 

"A few weeks ago, I discovered this. This is the reason why I was absent for a week and could not give you my full attention as your teacher for the past days. This behavior goes against my ethical code and I was unable to face you. However," Utahime walked over to her desk and continued to look at him, even though he still appeared puzzled by the document and its horrific results. She spoke with a gentle tone, "I cannot ignore what has occurred. I cannot pretend that you are not my son and continue to live my life without revealing the truth to you." She then sat back down in her chair behind the desk. 

 

Itadori is perhaps getting to the point of what she is trying to say. He slowly take root in his mind. He looked back at the documents and couple of photos of a toddler. He took the legal documents. The legal documents related to the adoption process, such as a consent form, termination of parental rights, and any adoption agreements. The specific documents involved on the jurisdiction.

 

Itadori finally looks up and looks at her in disbelief. "Utahime-Sensei. Are you...really....my.....?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Utahime nodded. "Yes," she said, the tears starting to fall down her face. "I've always wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how."

 

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes. 

 

"All These are yours," she said, talking about the documents and the photo album.

 

Itadori silently looked at the documents and pictures, his mind racing with emotions. He had always felt like there was something missing in his life, and now he knew what it was.

 

Utahime sighed. "I know this is a lot to take in." She spoke softly to him, "I want you to know that everything I have done has been for your own good. Though I could not raise you any further, it doesn't mean that I have stopped loving you. Not a day has gone by where I have not thought about you, even before you were my student." As she sat back down behind her desk, she placed a gentle hand on his. "I'm sorry that I face you the entire week. I was too afraid. You deserve the truth. Please."

 

Itadori's face turned white with shock. He pulled back his hand. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. As if the truth have struck him in a way he can not comprehend. He began to feel overwhelmed with emotion. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to process what his teacher had just shown him. 

 

He had always felt a connection to his teacher and but not expecting this reason why.

 

T-this can't be!!...no way this is happening! N-no...Why?? I do not understand....Sh-she can not be my...my....

 

 

Without saying a word, Itadori got up from his desk and left the classroom. Utahime watched him go, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She felt a strong urge to call out to him but the lump in her throat made it impossible to utter any words. 

 

She watched as he walked towards the open door without turning back, and closed it slowly behind him. 

 

His footsteps echoed as he moved away, leaving her heart aching, and tears forming in her eyes. She knew that her truth would have consequences, and the outcome was now inevitable. She knew that she might never be able to repair the student and teacher bond between them, but she hopes that Itadori would someday understand and not hold any grudge against her.

 

She knew she won't feel a great weight lifted off of her shoulders. Despite she no longer had to hide the truth from her son, but she expected the outcome to end this way. Even if he may feel different about her now, it will not stop her from being there for him in a way that she had always wanted to be.

 

 

 

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Itadori had always thought that he knew his story. Growing up, he was raised by a loving set of parents who showered him with all the warmth, kindness, and love that any child could ever hope for. However, everything changed one day when his grandfather revealed a cold, hard truth - he was adopted. He felt hurt how his supposed "parents" would keep such a big secret from him and pretended that he is their biological son, him living full of ignorance of not knowing his real parents. 

 

He has mixed feelings of his adoptive parents. He doesn't know if he should continue to be mad at them or let it go.

 

Just before he could concluded his thought just as Itadori believed that he had come to grips with this life-altering revelation, he was struck with yet another bombshell. His social studies teacher - the very same teacher that he had admired, bonded with, respected, and cared for deeply - turned out to be his real biological mother. In that moment, Itadori was overwhelmed with disbelief and a sense of spiraling chaos. His body tensed, his fists clenched, and before he knew it, he was running out to the hallway, away from his teacher, and away from the tumultuous emotions stirring inside him.

 

 

As he fled out down the stairs towards the school exits, Itadori's mind was so clouded that he had forgotten about Junpei waiting for him by the staircase, planning to grab a bowl of ramen together. Junpei was taken aback when Itadori bolted out of the school in such a panicked and disoriented state, and he called after him, "Yuji!"

 

He couldn't hear him. As he ran, his mind spun in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. Anger boiled inside him as he felt beyond betrayed by the ones close to him. For how long had she known about it? Was it prior to him enrolling as a freshman? Is that why he consistently received special treatment and unwavering support from her? Why would she lie and pretend that he was merely her student, not her son? And why would she choose to reveal this information in a sorrowful narrative at the end of the week, just before the school break? Did she intend on telling him the truth and not seeing him the following day?

 

Shock and disbelief has entirely filled Itadori's mind. He felt like he was in a dream, a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. How was he supposed to process this sudden revelation and all the questions and confusion that it brought?

 

And above all, Itadori was upset. He's not been this highly distressed since the death of his adoptive parents and adoptive grandfather. He had always imagined his life differently, with a strong and stable family structure. He had always imagined to live the excellent school life with goal and ambitions. He was told by those he used to look up to that he could accomplish his goals and triumph, as they would be there for him with their support and honesty. Now, he felt like his life was evidence of a lie, a deception that he couldn't escape from.

 

 

He ran until his legs grew tired, and he couldn't go any further. He collapsed in a nearby park, gasping for air and struggling to process everything that had happened. Laying on his back as he is inhaling and exhaling with a slight sob. He felt alone and lost, unsure of what to do next. 

 

 

He just wanted to go back everything how it was before.

Notes:

For those who clicked on the chapter number right away…I updated two new chapters in one day. Don't forget to read the last chapter!

Chapter 12: CHAPTER 11

Notes:

I changed the rating to Explicit since I came up with more of umm..ideas like..the spicy ones…for the upcoming chapters that is nothing rated M 😂

BTW SEASON 2 WAS SOOOO GOOD. FUCK…. GETOU AND GOJO MADE ME HAPPY AND CRY. I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SHIBUYA ARC!!

 

Utahime sat alone in her small, cozy apartment, a place that had become her sanctuary after the long and demanding days at school. As a high school teacher, she prided herself on her ability to inspire and guide her students. However, one recent event had rattled her to the core, leaving her with relentless thoughts of concern and unease.

 

It had been a week since Utahime had revealed the truth to one of her students, a truth that she felt obligated to share yet feared would have lasting consequences. The weight of her decision rested heavily upon her, and she couldn't help but replay the conversation over and over in her mind.

 

Utahime had always been dedicated to her students, often going above and beyond to ensure their well-being. It was this commitment that had led her to disclose a painful truth to one particular student, who is also her child: Itadori Yuji.

 

The moment she had confronted him with the truth, his eyes filled with disbelief and a mix of emotions. Her intention had been to give him the answers he deserves, to give him the strength at least. But now, in the solitude of her apartment, she couldn't help but second-guess herself.

 

Utahime's anxiety grew as she wondered if her words had only added to Itadori's burden. She imagined him wrestling with the weight of her revelation, his mind flooded with questions and doubts. 

 

Would he return to school? Would he switch classes in an attempt to escape the torment that had plagued him for far too long?

 

"I need a drink. No. I can't go back to the dark path again." She let out a stressed sigh. Controlling her urges to grab a can of beer to seize her anxiety. She has been sobering up for a while especially conquering her unhealthy habit that she swears she nevera goes back.

 

Even Utahime's overthinking was fueled by genuine concern for Itadori well-being. She knew that her intentions had been noble, but she couldn't escape the gnawing fear that she had exposed him to more pain than she had alleviated.

 

Sitting on her comfortable couch, surrounded by the soft glow of lamplight, Utahime absentmindedly toyed with a pen. The silence of her apartment seemed to amplify her thoughts, leaving her restless and consumed by worry. She wondered if Itadori would confide in someone, find solace in the support of his friends, like that Junpei guy or if he would suffer alone, carrying the weight of his secret as he had done before.

 

Utahime had devoted her life to nurturing and guiding her students, but the gravity of this situation was unlike anything she had encountered before. It was an ever-present phantom, following her into her dreams and unsettling her waking hours. She couldn't escape the realization that her actions had set off a chain of events that were now beyond her control.

 

As the days stretched on, Utahime's overthinking became a constant companion, an uninvited guest in her mind. Each passing moment seemed to tighten the knot of uncertainty in her chest. She hoped desperately that the unfamiliarity of this situation would eventually fade, and that Itadori would find the strength to face his demons and triumph over adversity.

 

But for now, in the depths of her apartment, Utahime continued to grapple with her doubts. She resolved to be patient, to give Itadori the space he needed to process the truth. And despite the unease that enveloped her, she vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to support him through this challenging time.

 

 

—————-

 

 

Utahime nervously bit her lip as she sat across from her longtime friend, Shoko, in the quiet but peaceful café they often frequented. It was a warm afternoon, and the fragrant scent of coffee beans filled the air. Utahime's mind was preoccupied with one thing - her son.

 

School break has coming to the end, Utahime had been anxious about her return of work, facing Itadori Yuji.  She is wondering is it going to be make things more awkward or something that would effect her teaching duties. It was already hard for her to face him when she found out, but now he knows and if he shows up....how are they going to face each other?

 

Will they bring back their old and sweet bond they have before the news exposure? Or will it be different?

 

 

She doubted.

 

 

Shoko noticed Utahime's worried expression and sat down beside her. "Utahime, you seem troubled," she said gently, concern evident in her voice.

 

Utahime sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Shoko, I don't know how to face him after revealing the truth. What if he resents me? What if he's hurt? I can't bear the thought of losing our bond. And our bond is already in trouble."

 

Shoko placed a comforting hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Utahime." She smiles which Utahime responded with a smile. "It's time for you to stop being a coward."

 

 

Utahime's smile faded.

 

 

"Hear me out." Shoko pulled her hand away from her shoulder. "You need to embrace your truth. You can't let fear control you. You made a right choice by telling him the truth, and it's time to face the consequences together."

 

Before Utahime could speak more, Shoko adds.

 

"I am not saying this is going to be walk to the park. You two need to figure out on how to adjust each other's interaction without making it more weird. Especially when you are both related." 

 

Shoko gave her a small smile that made Utahime filled with soft. "I know you two can face through this together despite the truth. It may have been such a long time but your bond with Yuji is already meaningful and it had stayed that way. You already showed him with affectionate and kindness before you found out. It shows you two can never break." 

 

Utahime smiles.

 

"And you have been through major shit back than and you were able to go through them! Even after you placed him into adoption, you managed yourself! You can do this. You are the strongest woman I seen and I know you can handle this. So can he!" 

 

Utahime nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "You're right, Shoko. I can't keep hiding. I need to be strong."

 

Especially for him.

 

Shoko smiled warmly. "That's the spirit, Uta. You're an amazing woman, teacher and mother! You have always put his happiness first."

 

Utahime's worries slowly melted away as she gained confidence from Shoko's words. "But how do I approach him after the break? What if he avoids me or shuts me out?"

 

Shoko leans in, her voice filled with determination. "Utahime, it's time to prove to Itadori Yuji that you're here for him. I know it has been a long time since you two saw each other and you two recently found out about each other...I don't want be you two develop a estranged relationship after an incredible bond you two have from the start." She leans in closer. "And I'm not talking about when school started. Don't torture yourself anymore. You have worked so hard to be the strong woman you are today." She let out a sigh and placed her hands on Utahime's, squeezing, "He came back for the first in such a long time. I don't want to be that kind of guy but...I guess this is fate's way bring you guys together. To prove yourself. Last chance for you to do this."

 

Utahime widen her eyes as she felt herself mentally ease. Shoko looks at her with a serious expression, "School break ends in two days and ask him for a talk after school. Or Send him an email or leave a note expressing your love and support. Let him know that you're ready to talk whenever he feels comfortable."

 

Utahime nodded, taking in Shoko's advice. "You're right. I need to take the first step. It might be difficult, but I can't let fear stop me from being there for my son."

 

Shoko chuckled softly. "You would be just fine, Utahime. You have the strength within you. It's time to embrace it and face this head-on." She grinned, having high confidence on her. "Remember, being a woman isn't about being perfect or fearless. It's about facing our fears head-on and being true to ourselves and the ones we love."

 

Utahime smiled, feeling a renewed sense of strength. She contemplated Shoko's words. She had always admired her best friend's straightforward nature and ability to face tough situations head-on. Maybe it was time for her to do the same. "Thank you, Shoko. You always have been a big help in my life especially when I gone through my pregnancy and breakup." She gave her a strong hug which Shoko responds. "Never ever lose that of yourself!" 

 

"Of course." Shoko smiles as she pays her back, "I will never be trash especially like him." 

 

They both let go each other and Shoko held her hand and squeezed Utahime's hand, offering her unyielding support. "I know you can do it, Uta. Remember, you're a brave and loving woman, teacher and a mother. Trust in your bond with Su-..I mean Yuji, and everything will work out in the end."

 

 

Utahime smiles.

 

 

"Wow..it has been like 14 years and I still remember his original name." Shoko said in revelation let out a small laugh. "I cannot believe you named him after—"

 

"I don't want to talk about it! I prefer his name he has now which in fact is way better than his original." Utahime says in embarrassment. "And you know well I didn't named him that. That asshole did behind my back."

 

 

—————

 

 

Unlocking her apartment doors and teeming it and shutting behind her, Utahime felt a sense of peace wash over her. With Shoko by her side, she knew she had the strength to face whatever challenges awaited her in the journey to rebuild her relationship with her son.

 

She settled comfortably on her couch, a sense of anticipation washing over her. With a swift motion, she retrieved her phone from the depths of her pocket, her fingers eagerly tapping on the screen. Sending an email to her son, a familiar routine, but this time, her mind was afflicted by a mental barrier. Doubt lingered, knowing not how to broach the momentous news that lay ahead. Seeking solace in the virtual world, she opened her trusted notepad app, desperate to craft the perfect email to Itadori.

 

Hours passed, the passage of time marked by a flurry of words on the digital canvas. Yet, none resonated, none captured the essence of what she yearned to convey. Frustration mounted, lines of weariness upon her face as she wearily rubbed her temples. The couch, once a haven of comfort, now seemed to imprison her thoughts within its confines. Sensing the need to untangle her mind, she made a decision—a temporary respite from the relentless cycle.

 

Rising from the couch, a newfound determination infused her every step as she ventured towards the familiar solace of the kitchen. The enticing aroma of a homemade meal beckoned, a balm for her weary soul.

 

As she stood in the kitchen, the memories of cooking with her ex-lover and their baby flooded her mind. The image of their hands working in harmony to create their traditional dish they used to make brought a bittersweet smile to her lips. It was a dish that held the most connection and memories of cooking with her and Gojo. Along with their baby flooded her mind—those precious moments where they would gather in the kitchen, their laughter and chatter blending harmoniously with the sizzle of pans and the fragrant symphony of flavors.

 

She had decided to make the same traditional meal that she haven't made in such a long time. The meal would bring warmth and comfort to her heart—Sukiyaki (A hot pot dish with thinly sliced beef, tofu, vegetables, and noodles cooked in a sweet and savory soy-based broth). Which was also her former lover's favorite meal.

 

She reached for the ingredients with a sense of purpose, the familiarity of the process awakening a sense of nostalgia within her.

 

As she gently placed the ingredients into the countertop, her mind drifted back to that time. She could almost hear their laughter, feel their presence in the kitchen. It was a reminder of the bond all three once shared—a bond that had transcended beyond cooking. It was a bond built on love, laughter, and creating beautiful memories together.

 

Her lips tremble. 

 

As she gently placed the ingredients into the pot, her mind drifted back to that time. She could almost hear their laughter, feel their presence in the kitchen. It was a reminder of the bond they once shared—a bond that had transcended beyond cooking. It was a bond built on love, laughter, and creating beautiful memories together.

Heating a large skillet over medium heat. As her hands moved deftly, she added a small amount of oil to the pan and sauté the onion until it becomes translucent. She added the beef slices to the skillet and cook until they are browned. Pour the Sukiyaki sauce into the skillet and bring it to a simmer than add the Napa cabbage, scallions, shiitake mushrooms, and tofu to the skillet. She cooks until they become tender. Filling the kitchen with an intoxicating aroma that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. She closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scents that carried the essence of their past. Visions of her one and only baby giggling in the high chair, excitedly waving tiny hands in anticipation of the served dish, tugged at her heartstrings. The sound of the knife against the cutting board, the sizzle of ingredients in the pan, and the fragrance that filled the air—the sights, sounds, and smells were all reminiscent of those precious moments they once shared. She always enjoy of cooking. Each ingredient seemed to carry its own tale, a story of shared moments, shared smiles, and shared love.

 

As the food cooked, filling the kitchen with mouthwatering aromas, a sense of peace washed over her. But it wasn't just the act of cooking that made those memories special. It was the playful antics of her ex-lover and their child that brought laughter and joy to the kitchen. She remembered how he would turn the utensils into makeshift toys, stirring with exaggerated movements that made their child giggle uncontrollably. She would pretend to be irritated, but deep down, it filled her heart with warmth and love.

 

With a bittersweet smile, she had finished cooking. She set the table, placing a set a plate to herself, brimming with the beautifully cooked meal. Sitting down, she couldn't help but imagine Gojo and their baby joining her at the table, their laughter filling the air once more.

 

As she took the first bite, flavors exploded on her taste buds, transporting her back to those cherished moments of togetherness. The warmth of the spices and the richness of the dish filled her with a sense of comfort and contentment she hadn't experienced in a while.

 

With every bite, she savored not just the taste of the meal but the memories woven into its very fabric. The journey down memory lane was both joyful and heart-wrenching, but she knew that these recollections were a reminder of the love she had experienced and the happiness she had once held in her hands.

 

Lost in her thoughts, the meal finished, she sat back in her chair, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The fragrance of the meal lingered, encapsulating the essence of a time that would forever be etched in her heart.

 

With a renewed sense of purpose, she returned to her draft email, determined to find the right words to convey the significance of the momentous news she had been wrestling with. She knew that while the past could never be erased, she had the power to create new memories and perhaps even better ones. Once Itadori Yuji have slowly accepted the fact she is his mother, maybe, just maybe, sharing this cherished meal with her son, Yuji, would be a gentle way of bridging the gap between their lives and opening new doors of connection and understanding. 

 

 

——————

 

 

Utahime stood in front of her class, her voice projecting out to the eager faces before her. Today, she was tasked with teaching her students about the Henian period, a time of great artistic and cultural development. However, her mind was preoccupied with worry over Itadori. It had been a 3 weeks since she had revealed the truth to him - that she was his biological mother. After two weeks of school break, class is back in session. He had not shown up for class.

 

As she delved into the details of the era, her words became an unconscious mantra to distract herself from the concerns that gnawed at her. She tried to focus on the information she was imparting to her students, but her mind kept wandering. 

 

Did Itadori-San know how to process the truth? Was he angry? Hurt? Or was it something else entirely? 

 

 

Does he hates me?....

 

 

Utahime had anticipated that Itadori would need time to process the revelation. She knew that it was a lot to take in, especially for a teenager already burdened with the weight of responsibilities. But she never expected him to completely withdraw from her and their shared space at the school.

 

As her lecture reached its peak, her thoughts drifted back to the empty seat that had become all too familiar—a stark reminder of Itadori's continued absence. She wondered if he was avoiding her intentionally, or if he simply needed some time alone to sort through his emotions.

 

She wanted to cry.

 

From Monday to Friday, he has been absent without any explanation. She hasn't received any notifications about his absences, so she had to mark him as absent without cause in her computer system. This could have a negative impact on his school attendance, which may in turn affect his contract condition for his grandfather's will.

 

She let out a shaky breath. Stress is going to kill her.

 

Finishing her lesson, Utahime dismissed the class, her gaze lingering on the empty seat. She made her way to her office but found herself unable to focus on her other obligations. Instead, she found her thoughts consumed by Itadori and their strained relationship.

 

Deep down, Utahime understood that her sudden revelation had shaken Itadori to the core. Being confronted with the truth about his parentage, especially in such a public manner, was bound to leave him feeling vulnerable. She had tried to be sensitive and supportive, but she couldn't shake the guilt that crept into her thoughts. 

 

Did I make a mistake in revealing the truth?

 

Four days straight and the semester have started. Subjects already are in the middle of the lessons with homework piling up. And still, Itadori stayed away from school. Utahime had made sure her email have sent to his correct email address over the weekend. She even sent him another two days ago. She couldn't ignore the growing worry in her heart. She knew she had to reach out to him, but uncertainty held her back. 

 

"What if he rejected me? What if he blamed me for everything?" 

 

She gave herself a thump on a head, trying to knock some sense into herself. Now is not the time! Don't be thinking that negative stuff! Don't let it ruin thinking!  I must do something about it. 

 

As she begins to pull out her phone, decides to sent him another email. However, her phone suddenly dies and she cursed herself.

 

"How am I supposed send him an email? I gotta go home quick and charge it." She had decided to reach out to him by email to check on him if he is okay or that she needs to call someone to check in on him if he has not reply back. She began to pick up her teaching materials back to her bag and began walking towards her classroom door. Gotta go home real quick-

 

Before she reaches the door knob, someone has already open, making her gasp in surprise.

 

She stopped on her tracks with her eyes widen as she stares at her student in shock but relief. 

 

 

"Itadori-San?"

 

 

He stood in the doorframe with his head slightly down. He is not wearing his black school uniform nor he looks like he is properly dress as he is in his pajamas with his hair disheveled. He finally looks up which made Utahime smile slightly dropped when she sees bags under his eyes, he looks like he haven’t ate for a while, his skin is getting a little pale, and his once bright, lively and happy face...turn into a depressing sorrow with a frown.

 

 

"I know school is over but...are you free to talk?" 

 

 

—————

 

 

A week earlier 

 

 

Amidst the flurry of curiosity and amazement, a relatively tall, slim young man with uniquely styled long spikes black hair and dark blue eyes have stepped out of the bus onto the Kyoto streets. As a high school exchange student from Tokyo, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the unfamiliar surroundings. The air was crisp with a hint of cherry blossoms, and his heart fluttered with anticipation.

 

He navigated the lively streets, carefully observing the traditional architecture, the bustling crowds, and the vibrant atmosphere. The city welcomed him with open arms, whispering promises of unforgettable experiences and encounters. With determination in his eyes, he stepped into the unknown, ready to embrace the challenges and joys that lay ahead.

 

Balancing his suitcase and backpack, the young teenager reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing the phone number. The familiar voice of answered, a playful tone lacing words.

 

"Hey Megumi! Finally made it to Kyoto for...your some extracurricular program watchacall it thingy..I don't know some program you signed up." He exclaimed with a hint of goofiness. "I still don't understand why you choose to do the exchange program in a different city when you can do that in Tokyo. Seems pointless if you ask me."

 

Megumi clicked his tongue. "Yeah. I made it safe and sound so thanks for asking," he responded, unable to hide his annoyance at his antics. "First of all,  the exchange program is called the Rotary International. And second, I told you before I wanted to focus on intercultural learning. Getting at least  guidance throughout the exchange experience. Expanding my perspectives."

 

"And Tokyo wasn't enough? In here, we have a lot of things than Kyoto. Welll whatever suits your boat."

 

 "I liked to explore myself into better shape. It be nice for me to be more cultural component to other cities in Japan." Megumi explained as he began walking on the sidewalk, avoiding bumping into people as the streets and the sidewalks are filled with people.

 

"But on the same country you are born on: Japan. Not some kind of broad exchange? And this exchange program is just switching schools in another city for a semester. Really weird you choose that." 

 

"I'm seriously going to punch you." He said with a little irritated tone. He stopped until the walk traffic light turns read on the crosswalk. 

 

"You can't because I'm on the different country!" He teased and Megumi could tell he is sticking his tongue out. Megumi let out a scoffed and begans to walk the crosswalk. "The great thing about this exchange program is that I get to have a big break away from you." 

 

"Awwh Megumi that's so mean. Not even the slightest for your daddy?" 

 

"Ehh don't call up yourself that." Megumi cringes. He looks up and sees a taxi coming it's way few meters. He held up his arm to hollar the taxi. "Are you coming back before the new semester starts in couple days?" 

 

"Hmm probably yeah but if not, I already have someone covered for me. I am having the blast at Fuji! It is ashamed you didn't come with." 

 

"You know I can't because I wanted to be prepared since I'm moving to a city." Megumi rolled his eyes. 

 

"I know. The bright side....I saw this cute bartender girl and who knows? If I play my cards right and you're not there to make me look stupid—"

 

"You don't need me for that, you do it just fine by yourself." He asked with a slightly grossed look on his face, approaching to the cab. "Alright, I got myself a cab. I'm heading for the apartment now." 

 

"I'm surprised you do not want to get yourself to a cooler apartment or a condo. It's not like we have a money problem or anything."

 

Megumi let out a sigh, "I already told you. I prefer to live in a simple and plain apartment since those kinds of apartments tends to be more peaceful, calm, and most of the time empty." 

 

"Aaand most of the time burglary." 

 

"Not on this apartment I found. Based on the photographs and website I looked at, it is one cozy apartment I could get myself into." Megumi pointed.

 

 

"Wellll than remember be a good boy, be nice and no biting, go to bed on time, finish your vegetables and finish all your school homework from Tokyo and not just Kyoto. Especially be more social by getting along with everyone you meet!" He said with sincere. 

 

"Stop with all the nurturing stuff. Your bad at it."  Megumi's eyes rolls. 

 

"I mean it Megumi-Chan! Isn't livelier better? You need to get out of comfort zone like by start be more social. Get out more and make more friends. Better than being all cramp up at your room most of the time and only talk to Nobara, Yuta and Tsumiki. " He let out a small laughed. "That's the reason I let you do this exchange thing. I'd thought it'd be good for you." 

 

"I'll do my best. I am not a social guy at all." Megumi said, opening the cab door, setting his bag on the seat and getting in the car. 

 

"C'mon Megumi this is good for you. Who knows? You might make brand new friends!"

 

Megumi rolled his eyes. 

 

"Where to kid?" The average cab driver turned his head, driving off the curbside. 

 

Megumi held his head to the side away from the phone as he is grabbing a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed over to the driver. "To this apartment please." 

 

The driver took it as he nodded, putting the address on the machine. Setting the knob to drive and pulls out of the way from the curbside.

 

Megumi placed his phone back to his ear, "Anyway I got to admit. I am not too entirely sure how to feel about being by myself in a different city." 

 

The man laughed heartily on the other end of the line, understanding his mixed emotions. "Don't worry, Megumi. Kyoto will be a great experience for you. Remember to embrace every moment, even the ones that annoy you," he said, his voice filled with genuine care. "You might meet a girl. If so, remember our little talk about the birds and the bees and the condom." 

 

"Don't mention that weird crap." Megumi said with a disgust look. "But you're right. I'll try my best to make the most of it. Also take care of Tsumiki, alright."

 

 

"I knowww!"

 

 

"Especially my two dogs. I'm serious. They need special care." Megumi said with a stern. 

 

"Haha no worries Megumi-Chan! I got you. Also, I had wired you enough money for your stay at Kyoto. Be good and stay safe. Send me pictures and videos of your adventures or your hilarious accidents!" he said sincerely.

 

"Thanks. And yeah yeah I will update you during my time in Kyoto." Megumi let out a slight smile. "Starting with the school which I start the semester in several days."

 

The conversation filled with bittersweet emotions continued as they both exchanged heartfelt goodbyes. Hanging up the call, Megumi took a deep breath, the weight of this new adventure settling upon his shoulders. Mix of anxiety and excitement.

 

He is already prepared for his stay in Kyoto. He already found a secure base for his time in Kyoto months ahead, a place where he could immerse himself fully in the local culture.

 

 

—————

 

 

Megumi extended his gratitude to the driver, bidding farewell with a wave as the vehicle departed. Clutching his two belongings, he proceeded towards the entrance steps leading to his new apartment. Applying some force to push open the door, he ventured inside in search of the landlord.

 

Upon knocking on the door, the manager emerged with an irritated expression, opening the door reluctantly. Megumi's nose wrinkled as he cringed at the pungent mix of cigarette smoke, a musty odor, and the scent of whisky permeating the room. It reminded him of a foul stench he hadn't encountered since he was five years old—a scent that evoked memories he wished to forget.

 

"What the hell do you want?" barked the old man.

 

Megumi handed over the lease document to the landlord. The old man snatched it from his grasp, giving it a cursory glance. "Ah, you're the new tenant," he grumbled. "Alright, follow me and pay close attention because I won't repeat myself." Pointing at Megumi sternly, he shut the door and began the tour.

 

 

Megumi already not liking his landlord. 

 

 

—————

 

 

"And finally, your room," announced the landlord as he unlocked the vacant apartment, swung open the door, and revealed Megumi's new empty apartment.

 

The cozy apartment already exuded a welcoming ambiance, sparking ideas in Megumi's mind about how he would decorate his room. Stepping inside, he placed his luggage near the door.

 

"Here are the keys to your new abode," said the landlord, handing over the keys cautiously. "Make sure you don't lose them. The rent is due in a month."

 

"Thank you," Megumi bowed gratefully in response.

 

"Speaking of rent...since I'm on this floor, it's a good time for me to check on that other tenant," mentioned the landlord, making his way down the hallway.

 

Meanwhile, Megumi went inside his new apartment and closes the door. He sets his bags on the countertop. He pulls out the folded paper of his school schedule from his pants pocket and placed it by the bags. He began unpacking his bags, getting settled into his new place. He unpacked one of them and smiles when he sees how neatly folded his clothes are, fitting the whole suitcase despite the bunch of clothes. 

 

Thanks Tsumiki.

 

As he unpacked the other suitcase, it burst open, scattering his clothing and other belongings across the floor.

 

"Ah, crap," he sighed. "I should never let that idiot packed so haphazardly."

 

Ignoring the landlord scolding someone nearby, Megumi focused on gathering his clothing and stuffs. As he did, his stomach growled loudly. Since he hadn't eaten anything since the previous night's bus journey to Kyoto, he knew it was time to find a meal.

 

"I wonder if there are any convenient stores or small restaurants nearby," he pondered aloud. Taking out his smartphone, he saw a message from his sister. 

 

~Have a great time in Kyoto, Megumi! Please take care of yourself, make new friends, be happy and don't get into fights! 💕 

 

He let out a small chuckle and responded the text back. 

 

 

~Thank you, Tsumiki. Take care too.

 

 

After sending the message, he began researching restaurants in the area.

 

 

"Hmm, this ramen place looks good, and they make everything from scratch," he mused. Making up his mind, he returned his phone to his pocket, retrieved his wallet and apartment keys from his backpack, and headed towards the door, ensuring it was securely locked. Turning left, he navigated towards the staircase, secretly hoping for another option to avoid a potential confrontation between the landlord and tenant.

 

"You're lucky enough to be able to pay the rent. I'll let this slide, kid," the landlord declared as he pocketed the check.

 

"I apologize, Taro-San. I've been facing some difficulties..." the young man began to explain, interrupted by the landlord.

 

"I understand your grandfather's passing, but it's been months, and..." the landlord's voice trailed off.

 

"It's not just that. Something else has happened recently. I can't explain it," the young man replied, his voice tinged with sadness.

 

Megumi darted his gaze to the side, catching a fleeting glimpse of the tenant. The young man had an undercut hairstyle with vibrant pink locks, but they were disheveled and visibly unwashed. Megumi estimated the tenant to be around the same age as himself, judging by his appearance. Dark bags sagged beneath tired eyes, and he was clad in a stained white shirt. The atmosphere in his apartment seemed dim, leaving Megumi to wonder if he had neglected to pay his electricity bill or simply preferred to keep the lights off. 

 

 

Megumi has no idea what is going on with that guy's life except only his grandfather passing away. But that guy mentioned it isn't that case. Maybe things had gotten worse after the loss of his grandfather. Megumi wish the best for him. 

 

"Well stop with all the depressing crap and get yourself together. Whatever happened, man up! You can't get anywhere in life if you don't get your shit together and be a bum."

 

I can't argue with that. You will never get anywhere in life. Trust me...

But Megumi believes the landlord should also look himself in the mirror. He extended his arm towards the staircase and commenced his descent. Arriving at the first floor, he directed himself towards the entrance.

 

As he began his search for the ramen shop, Megumi couldn't help but feel somewhat bad at that guy. He looks very down upon than a bum to him. He could tell something must have happened in his life that caused him to be that way. He knows he never met a guy or know him, but he looks the same age as him (being high schoolers) and he hopes that he will be able to get himself out of the dark hole. He just knows that guy won't do something drastic to himself. 

 

Megumi looks up the sky and sees the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over Kyoto, his heart swelled with anticipation. He was prepared to embark on a new chapter of his life, one that would shape him in ways he couldn't yet comprehend. And with each step he took, Kyoto unfolded before him, a vast canvas on which his own story would be painted.

 

 

 

Notes:

Summer semester was hell like doing math over the summer?? It was helllll. My Math class was a bitch 😭 and it ended a week ago but I barely have any break since Fall semester is starting in couple days so I will try my best to post as much as possible on all my fanfics 😄

Chapter 13: CHAPTER 12

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 1/3

You guys deserve not 1 or even 2 but 3 chapters right now!! (and 1 more this week by the end of Friday I promise! I am half way done!) this is my way of making up for my disappearance!!

 

~Past~

 

 

 

 

 

Utahime and Shoko walked side by side down the sidewalk, heading towards Utahime's parent's house after school. Shoko's concerned expression mirrored her question, "Are you sure you're gonna tell them alone?" It was clear that Shoko was worried about Utahime confronting her parents about her pregnancy.

 

Utahime's face was filled with a mix of emotions as she clutched onto the straps of her bag. She confessed, "I can't keep this secret any longer. I've been experiencing headaches, changes in my eating habits, and uncontrollable mood swings. My parents have started noticing my strange behavior and I don't want to keep worrying them."

 

Shoko continued to gaze at Utahime and let out a sigh. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right? If they disown you, your support system will be very limited."

 

Utahime nodded with determination in her voice, "Of course, but that's a consequence I'm willing to face. I made this choice and I'm ready for whatever comes next."

 

"Okay," Shoko replied, "but I'll wait for you on your porch so we can go to my house afterwards. Don't worry, I won't listen to your parent's outburst. I'll be listening to my heavy metal music and reading creepy pastas." Shoko added with a slight smirk.

 

Utahime chuckled softly, "You're still into that? Anyway, thank you Shoko. I want to apologize in advance because I know I'm going to be a sobbing mess."

 

Shoko reassured her, "No need to worry. I don't know how you're doing this, but you've got a strong spirit. If it were me, I wouldn't even confess to my parents." She pats her back. "I'd probably pretend that I was letting myself go and immediately go to the hospital to remove the 'fat' after nine months and then leave my baby in front of his daddy's door."

 

Utahime scolded her playfully, "Shoko! That's horrible, and you're going to be a doctor!"

 

"But not positioned as a caregiver!"

 

 

Shoko continues to smile, ticketing herself in a bed. "Regardless, you are a better person than I am and a better future parent than Gojo."

 

Utahime smiles.

 

"I will be waiting out here if your parents kicks you out." Shoko said, smiling back. 

 

 

——————

 

 

Upon her return home, a mounting wave of anxiety gripped her, causing her breath to waver in its usual rhythm. Urgently, she summoned her parents to convene in the living room, signaling an impending and crucial declaration.

 

With a tremble in her voice, she divulged the startling revelation that she, their devoted and high-achieving daughter with a promising future awaiting her at university, bore an unexpected burden at the tender age of 17: pregnancy.

 

The reaction she received from her parents was far from composed. Anguish and fury intertwined as they unleashed a torrent of accusations and moral interrogations, citing their deeply entrenched religious convictions.

 

They insisted on uncovering the father's identity and gathering all the information about the incident, such as its time and location.

 

Amidst tears and a trembling voice, she admitted that she had been intoxicated at a party but pretended she was unable to recall the individual's name with whom she was involved.

 

She felt compelled to lie, knowing that the father, Gojo Satoru, did not want to be involved. 

 

However, her admission only fueled their anger, and their voices grew louder. They shamelessly criticized her for being open with herself and expressed regret for not disciplining her more strictly.  

 

"I can't believe our own daughter has ruined her life just because you opened your legs! You couldn't keep them cross!" Her father booming voice as Utahime continues to cry as she placed her hand onto her stomach. 

 

"How could you! How could you! You damn whore!" Her mother yelled as she sobbed, prompting her husband to step in and embrace her.

 

"See the pain you've caused? Witness the tears of your own mother! Your disgraceful behavior has shattered this family!" He glared at her, the look piercing Utahime's heart with sorrow.

 

As the parents' anger intensified, their disappointment and frustration overshadowed any sense of empathy or understanding. They saw this news as a complete betrayal of their expectations and ideals for their daughter's future. Their religious beliefs further fueled their outrage, making it difficult for them to look past their own judgment and consider the circumstances she found herself in.

 

The magnitude of their reaction weighed heavily on her fragile shoulders, exacerbating her anxiety and self-doubt. She had hoped for a glimmer of support or compassion from her parents, but instead, she was met with harsh blame and condemnation.

 

In the midst of their heated exchange, she could feel her world crumbling around her. The once stable foundation of love and trust between her and her parents had been shattered in an instant. As their hurtful words pierced her heart, she couldn't help but question her own worth and the future that lay ahead.

 

With every insult thrown her way, her resolve to face this situation alone hardened. She understood that seeking solace within her family was no longer an option. Their disapproval and rejection only served to strengthen her determination to navigate the challenges of motherhood on her own. 

 

"Get the hell out of the house! Now! I don't care where but don't come back!" Her father pointed her out the door as her mother weeps further when he announced the news.

 

"N-No...father w..why!? Please-" 

 

Her father angrily marched towards her, seizing her arm and forcefully dragging her out the door. Utahime squirmed in his grasp, tears streaming down her face. "O-okay, okay! Please, don't hurt me. I'll do it! Just let me pack," she pleaded, wincing as she felt her wrist beginning to bruise. Her father released her with a tight jaw, his voice sharp. "You have five minutes!"

 

Utahime nodded frantically and rushed to her room. She hastily gathered her belongings, including her school books and supplies. As soon as she had what she needed, she emerged from her room, avoiding eye contact with her parents as she continued to cry. With a heavy heart, she left the home of her childhood.

 

Reaching the driveway, she stumbled and felt arms lift her up. Looking up, she saw her best friend, Shoko, with a look of horror on her face. "Sh-Shoko!"

 

"Let's go to my place before you collapse," Shoko said, holding Utahime close and comforting her as she wept.

 

Utahime realized that she was embarking on a journey of self-reliance, seeking out assistance and support to create a new life for herself and her unborn child.

 

 

——————

 

 

For the past three weeks, she has been staying with her best friend after being kicked out by her parents. Unlike her parents, Shoko has been incredibly supportive and understanding of her decision to keep her child despite her young age and uncertain future. Shoko and her family have provided her with compassion, support, and practical assistance, such as scheduling appointments with her doctor and offering advice on proper nutrition during her pregnancy.

 

They generously offered her the spare guest room on the first floor, which she gratefully accepted. However, she plans to move into the guest room once her belly begins to visibly grow, which she estimates will be around four months into her pregnancy. In the meantime, she prefers to stay close to Shoko for companionship and emotional support, rather than be alone in the guest room.

 

Utahime had never experienced such unwavering parental support before, and she felt deeply grateful, a sentiment shared by Shoko. 

 

"So when is your next check-up?" Shoko inquired, as she settled onto her twin bed in preparation for bedtime. 

 

"It's in about 4 weeks. My doctor performed a comprehensive series of tests and provided me with crucial information. We ran numerous tests," Utahime replied, reclining gently in her pink nightgown on the lower bunk of their shared bed. "He also determined the due date based on the first day of my last menstrual period."

 

Shoko sits up and leans to the side to look her best friend. "Ooh when your baby will pop out?" She smiles.

 

Utahime returned the smile and glanced up at her companion. "He mentioned sometime in the middle of March," she shared.

 

Shoko pondered, "That's right after the final term ends, isn't it? But the new semester begins in April..."

 

Utahime sighed nervously, realizing, "That means I might miss the first few months of my senior year. I'll need to discuss a plan with Principal Tengen on how to continue and graduate on time."

 

Shoko offered her support, "I'll help you, Uta. You shouldn't do this alone, especially considering the baby. If you need help with paperwork or fetching files, count on me."

 

Utahime's eyes sparkled with gratitude at her friend's gesture, relieved not to face this challenge alone while pregnant. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thank you, Shoko. Your help means a lot to me."

 

Shoko nodded understandingly, "I don't want a burden on a poor single mother who is already struggling. I know you're capable, but because you're pregnant, I don't want you to risk any negative effects on your child, like birth defects or pregnancy complications."

 

"Shoko, please don't dwell on these concerns. I'd rather not think about them," Utahime interjected with a hint of worry in her voice. "I am aware of the risks, and I won't allow myself to be overwhelmed or overworked when it comes to managing school and my personal life."

 

"Beyond my parents and myself, there are a few others who could step in to assist you. Your parents are not capable of understanding, so they are out hmmm." Shoko mused, rubbing her chin. "Perhaps Yaga-Sensei could lend a hand! He values family and would never abandon his students in need."

 

"Absolutely! He trusts me enough to be okay with me missing the second half of the semester and homeroom for my senior year. He will be understanding since I put in the most effort in his classes!" Utahime enthusiastically exclaimed before noticing Shoko clearing her throat.

 

"I-I mean, you work just as hard as I do-"

 

"I'm just yanking your pigtails, Utahime. You're obviously the more dedicated student. I'm the one who pays the kid in English to do my projects, remember?" Shoko chuckled, then leaned back and rested her head on the pillow.

 

"I can't believe you haven't been caught yet."

 

 

—————

 

 

Utahin stood in front of her teacher's office door, decorated with a nameplate that read "Yaga-Sensei." She raised her hand and tapped lightly on the door, hoping that Yaga-Sensei would be available for a conversation. Her heart raced as she nervously awaited his response.

 

To her relief, the door swung open, revealing Yaga-Sensei's kind face. He seemed surprised to see Utahime standing there after school hours. With a warm smile, "Utahime-San. Is there anything you need?"

 

Still feeling a bit hesitant, Utahime mustered the courage to speak up. "Sensei, may I come in? I need to talk to you about something important," she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

 

Yaga-Sensei had sensed something serious she wants to discuss with him. He nodded and urged her to proceed, assuring her that he was there to listen and support her. He lets her walks in as he closes the door. Pull a chair up to his front desk for her to sit and they both sat on the opposite side each other. Sensing his genuine concern, Utahime took a deep breath and finally revealed her truth, placing her hands on her lap. 

 

"Sensei, I might have to miss half of the upcoming school year," she confessed, her voice filled with uncertainty and apprehension.

 

Yaga-Sensei's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his eyes widening at the unexpected news. Curiosity mingled with worry as he inquired, "Is everything alright, Utahime-San? Something seems to have been bothering you for a while now."

 

With a mixture of fear and vulnerability, Utahime hesitated for a moment before finding the words to explain her situation. "Sensei, I'm... I'm a few weeks pregnant," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

The room fell silent as the weight of Utahime revelation hung in the air. Yaga-Sensei's initial shock slowly waned, replaced by a thoughtful expression. Despite his surprise, he refrained from passing judgement, recognizing that Utahime was one of the most disciplined, responsible students he had known. He will never questions her how had it happened or why it happened.

 

Maintaining his composure, he empathetically asked, "Utahime-San, how are you feeling about this? Are you okay?"

 

Utahime, visibly relieved by his compassionate response, mustered the courage to reply, "I've been feeling a lot of mixed emotions, Sensei. I have been living with my best friend's, Shoko, place for few days. My parents kicked me out when I told them." She turned her head to the other side. "Not to mention the random mood swings and morning sickness that is happening almost everyday." 

 

"Ah I see. That explains why you don't speak or avoid certain interactions with students." Yaga nodded his head as he leans back on his chair. "I am sorry your parents have thrown you out. I'm hoping they will come to their senses and let you back in. You haven't heard from them yet?"

 

Utahime shook her head. 

 

"Okay. At least you have a shelter to keep you over. Shoko always has that special spot in her heart that she doesn't like to show. Im glad she is aiding you through your pregnancy." Yaga smiles at Utahime smiles back with a light laugh. "Im grateful to have a best friend like her. Her parents are also very generous to help such as setting up my check-up appointments, guiding me on how to be a mother as well finding resources to go through my pregnancy."

 

"Great to hear. When are you due and is it a boy or a girl?" Yaga asks.

 

"I am only a few weeks pregnant, so I will know when I'm five months along!" she exclaimed with a smile. "That means I will be due in the middle of March, which is kind of good timing since the school year will be finishing up. However, I'm worried about starting my senior year at the beginning of April." She let out a sigh as Yaga nodded in agreement.

 

"Yes, returning to school after having your newborn will definitely be a challenge. But Principal Tengen may be willing to offer you a four-month extension with the condition of completing online extracurricular activities to earn the necessary credits. Let me handle the conversation."

 

Utahime's heart leaped with relief as she exclaimed, "Y-You mean... you're willing to do that, just for me, Yaga-Sensei?"

 

Yaga smiled warmly and nodded. "Indeed. You are a diligent and dependable student of mine. I have full confidence in your ability to meet all your obligations on schedule. You have already overcome many obstacles, so I am certain you will handle the challenges of new motherhood with grace."

 

Utahime blushed, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Sensei, you cannot imagine how much this gesture means to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

 

"You're most welcome, my dear," Yaga said with a smile, though a thought crossed his mind before he hesitantly spoke up. "If you don't mind me asking, is there anyone else who could help? Perhaps the father?"

 

Utahime paused, her expression turning into a frown as she looked down at her lap. "I did speak to the father earlier, and let's just say it didn't go as expected. But I wasn't surprised, that's just who he is," she huffed. "Regardless, I don't think I need his help, especially not from someone like him."

 

Yaga nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. However, even if he has a change of heart, I hope he starts with a sincere apology to you and commits to taking responsibility as a parent." Leaning on his desk with a stern expression, he continued, "You're a strong independent young woman, but that doesn't mean you have to shoulder the burden alone. If he refuses to step up, then hopefully karma will catch up with him and bite him in the ass."

 

Utahime let out giggle, imagining the scenario in her head where Gojo gets what he deserves maybe starting off with his butt. 

 

"You have no idea how right you are, sensei." 

 

 

————- 

 

 

For an entire month now, Utahime's life had been defined by the announcement of her pregnancy. Nervous but resolute, she mustered the courage to share the news with her parents and her school principal. To her surprise and relief, they were incredibly supportive and understanding. Together, they discussed and meticulously planned how to navigate her school duties during and after her pregnancy. 

 

In a stroke of luck, Utahime was granted a flexible schedule for the upcoming months, allowing her to balance her academic responsibilities with the demands of motherhood. Yaga, her teacher, exhibited kindness by extending deadlines, assigning stress-free tasks, and ensuring that her pregnancy remained a private matter. Even the school administration fully supported this decision, promising to keep the news confidential. 

 

Utahime felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and serendipity. The immense weight of the situation began to lift as she realized the remarkable support system she had around her. With these newfound resources, she was able to approach the changes ahead with optimism and confidence.

 

Utahime sits on a bench near the school, amidst high schoolers casually strolling by and engaging in various activities. Despite being one month pregnant, she appears unchanged, which fortunately allows her to keep her secret concealed. She will have  time to buy different clothing for her pregnancy. 

 

And maybe one size big on her school uniform.

 

As she sits, Utahime immerses herself in a book specifically intended for first-time mothers, delving into the intricacies of pregnancy. To discretely shield the nature of her reading material, she uses a cover from another book. Others assumed it is for another class since she is writing a lot of annotations on each pages. When really she is writing useful notes on her guidance to pregnancy. While she has some knowledge about the process of pregnancy and infant care, she desires a more comprehensive understanding, acknowledging the paramount importance of nurturing both her unborn and future newborn child.

 

With a joyful tune escaping her lips, she immersed herself in the joys of reading, relishing every moment of her reading journey. As she delicately placed a sticky note on the page, her hand instinctively reached for her pencil, but in an unfortunate twist of fate, it slipped from her grasp and tumbled off the bench, rolling farther away. let out a sigh of disappointment and closed the book, carefully marking her progress with a bookmark. Determined not to be deterred, she sat up and stretched her arm towards the elusive pencil, only to find that someone had unknowingly placed their foot on it. Frustration washed over her, and she glanced up, ready to scold the person responsible, only to find herself wide-eyed with surprise at the unexpected identity of the culprit.

 

"G-Gojo?" 

 

"Long time no see." Gojo said with a waved but not wearing his usual sunglasses or his smile. He doesn't have his school uniform jacket on or even tucked in his white buttoned shirt. He doesn't appear a mess, still look physically charming but it looks like he is been bothered for a while. 

 

 

And she knows what it is.

 

 

"Will you please get your foot off my pencil?" Utahime asked as she still crunch down, bitting her lip at the awkwardness between those two.

 

The last time they saw each other was at the park where she confessed about her pregnancy from him. It didn't go so well as she planned and he demanded her to get rid of it and not owning his mistake. Or even apologize.

 

Gojo not requesting her question, he looks over behind her and sees the book that has a blank covered book. "What are you reading?"

 

She is unable to disclose that it is a pregnancy book, so she resorts to deception. "I am currently reading a feminist literature that underscores the significance of women and their roles."

 

Noticing his absence in front of her, she observes him moving towards a bench and picking up her book. He flips through some pages and remarks, "Gojo..."

 

"A feminist book, huh? Seems more like a guide on how to be a shit parent. Does it also advocate for 'my body, my choice' crap and encourage disregarding the father of your thing by silencing him?" His expression turns sour as he furrows his brow.

 

Utahime's blood boiled with intensity. She gritted her teeth and roughly grabbed a handful of grass, yanking it out harshly.

 

"I cannot believe you are still doing this shit? To keep that thing?" Gojo scowls as he lowers the book.

 

"Don't call my child that, you asshole!"She snarled fiercely, rising up from her seat and brushing off the delicate green fronds that clung to her long, black skirt. "Give me back my book!" Her voice was sharp as she lunged towards him, but he held it out of reach, raising it high above his head.

 

"Don't you have any idea what you are getting yourself into?" Gojo's tone was laced with irritation and disbelief.

 

"Why does that matter? It is only affecting to me! You said yourself you do not want to be involve. It is not like it will ruin your life." She took a few steps back, clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. "You are not the one pregnant here! In the journey of pregnancy, men may come and go as they please, but women carry the burden of determination and responsibility with unwavering strength," she passionately expressed.

 

"Blah blah blah." Gojo scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Also Yes it will be Utahime! If anyone especially my parents finds out..."  He paused, closed his eyes in dread, and spilled out, "They will cut me off, and there is no way in hell I am going to lose that because of that mistake!" He pointed discreetly at her slightly bulging stomach.

 

Utahime's eyes narrowed as she slapped his finger, her expression darkening. "you piece of shit! Try touching my unborn child and I will kill you." she warned through gritted teeth. Her anger simmered as she continued,"also That's your problem! I do not want to argue about your absurd situation at school. I thought we already discuss this at the park! Where you shouted at me to remove my child and unjustly blamed me for your lack of safe sex instead of owning up to your responsibilities," she said sternly. "The answer remains no! Give me back my book please." Frustration mounting, she reached out for her book, only for Gojo to toss it out of her reach.

 

"Gojo! You son of a-" she gasped as he seized her arm and dragged her towards the tree. Trapping her between his outstretched arms, her widened eyes met his as she parted her trembling lips.

 

"Are you truly willing to take this chance, Utahime Iori?" His voice deepened to a menacing level as he leaned closer. "Do you believe you are prepared for the responsibilities of pregnancy?"

 

The gravity in his tone and the seriousness of his questions sent a shiver down her spine. "What do you mean?"

 

"Let me rephrase this....Are you prepared to endure this pregnancy? Have you considered the potential risks involved?" He emitted a mirthless chuckle, "You must understand that each year, pregnancy becomes more high risk for women, slowly but increasingly dangerous."

 

This has her at stunned. She is well aware that pregnancy is no laughing matter as it can be very cautious and possibly risky if not handle right. But she has to respond back to let him know she knows what is coming to her for being pregnant.

 

"Do you really believe I am unaware of that? Pregnancy has evolved into a process for women. While there are risks involved, the majority of women navigate through it successfully, with or without medical intervention. Our bodies are resilient and capable of undergoing intense changes-"

 

She gasped softly as he playfully flicked her forehead. "Gojo!"

 

"But what if...something happens to that life? What if that thing never came out alive or something happens during in the cycle because it is too weak to go through. It is still clumps of cell. You're aware that cells can be quite fragile, to the extent that they can't even follow the cycle, hmm? Than what will you do with it?" Gojo remarks callously, his voice almost hinting at a sneer.

 

Utahime's eyes widened in shock, her heart seizing in her chest. "Y-You don't understand! The risks...those risks are small. They were shift risk long time ago! But! We have now modern technology, proper guidance, nutritional suggestions and advanced medical care. As well most of the time embryo develops successfully—" 

 

Gojo's grin widened knowingly. "Yet there's always that chance it won't. Don't overlook that fact."

 

Utahime found herself at a loss for words, realizing for the first time that he had a valid point.

 

"Let's consider a scenario where the pregnancy progresses smoothly and the fetus develops as expected...but then, ohhh no...," Gojo's gaze bore into hers. "What if it struggles to be born? What if the act of giving birth becomes a deadly gamble?"

 

Utahime stood frozen in place, her eyes locked on him, her body trembling with fear.

 

"You are young and your body is not used of heavyweights and all other hard labor can you actually pull this? What if that so-called 'life' ends up killing you? And you still call it your child?" Gojo tilted his head slightly.

 

Her quivering lips started to moisten her eyes.

 

Leaning in closer, he softly asked, "Are you truly willing to take that small but not impossible risk, Utahime?"

 

Utahime began to break down, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

 

Gojo was taken aback by her sudden outburst, never having seen her so distraught. Perhaps he had pushed too far. He took a step back, gazing at her with a pained expression as she continued to cry uncontrollably.

 

Luckily, the meltdown went unnoticed by other students as they retreated indoors, leaving Gojo to take responsibility for the incident.

 

Before Gojo could utter a word, his friend called out to him.

 

"Satoru."

 

Turning around, he saw his best friend a few meters away, carrying his backpack. Although his face appeared impassive, the keen look in his eyes revealed his concern.

 

"We're going to be late for our next class. Let's go," his friend urged.

 

Glancing back at Utahime, now hunched over and hiding her tears, Gojo began to walk towards Getou. Together, they made their way back into the school, walking side by side in silence.

 

Not exchanging a word or a glance until they were inside, Getou finally spoke up.

 

"Satoru, sometimes you can be impulsive, but this time you've gone too far. And for what?" Despite his composed demeanor, the tone of his voice conveyed a different message.

 

"This was something I had to do, Suguru. You do not understand, but she left me with no other option," Gojo retorted.

 

His friend clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "An option? Is it really an option to break her down by frightening her during her first pregnancy? Even though she may not be showing yet, trust me, this is not good for her and the child."

 

Gojo scoffed, "I don't want to argue with you about this, and I don't want to hear your moral bullshit again. This is a matter that I need to handle." 

 

"Oh?" He furrowed his brow, pausing in his tracks. "And is that how you're handling it? By acting like a complete jerk to a pregnant, vulnerable girl that you got her pregnant in the first place? Avoiding your responsibilities by damaging her self-esteem and causing her to doubt herself and her child?" Getou furrowed his eyebrows, upset by his best friend. "She didn't want you involved in this, yet you persisted. The real issue here is you, Satoru." Geto turned on his heel and walked away down the hallway.

 

Gojo scowled, clenching his teeth, glaring at his back. "Last night on the call you didn't want to discuss this crap, yet here you are blabbering about it. See you later, asshole!" Flipping him off, Gojo walked away down the hallway towards his next class.

 

 

Who does he think he is, acting like some moral authority?

 

 

As he approached the classroom on his left, he heard his name being called again, this time in a stern tone that he wished he hadn't recognized.

 

 

Slowly turning his head, Gojo's eyes widened as he saw his sensei standing there.

 

 

"Satoru," Yaga's voice was firm and intimidating, arms crossed and irritation evident on his face. "Come with me. We need to have a serious discussion."

 

 

—————

 

 

"There, there." Shoko whispered, her voice filled with compassion, as she gently rubbed her best friend's back while Utahime sobbed uncontrollably on her shoulder.

 

Utahime had called Shoko to share the upsetting news, causing her to leave school early. Shoko made sure to inform their teachers about the emergency, allowing Utahime to leave without any questions.

 

Returning home swiftly after school, Shoko discovered Utahime in tears on her bed. Without hesitation, Shoko embraced her fragile friend, providing a sense of comfort and security.

 

"Don't pay any attention to that awful person. He's trying to manipulate you with his hurtful words, trying to make you doubt yourself. It's all mind games," Shoko reassured Utahime, her voice strong despite the emotions welling inside her. Utahime tried to compose herself, still clinging to her best friend as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.

 

"But... but what if he's right? What if something goes wrong with the pregnancy? I can't bear the thought of anything happening to my child," Utahime trembled, consumed by fear and worry.

 

"Utahime, please try to calm down. Stressing out like this won't do you any good," Shoko murmured softly, wiping away the tears with a tissue and tucking her hair behind her ear. "You're letting your thoughts spiral out of control. I may not be a doctor yet, all your check-ups have shown that your baby is healthy. Trust me, everything will be okay."

 

"Y-yes, b..but..." Utahime's voice faltered, her fears still lingering despite Shoko's reassuring words.

 

"Your baby will be fine." Shoko pulls Utahime into a warm embrace once more, gently stroking her back and running her fingers through her hair. "I remember how caring you've always been, especially when you nursed that injured rabbit back to health as a child," she says softly. Utahime's tears subside as she reminisces about a time when she found a wounded bunny in her backyard and devotedly tended to it, despite her parents' disapproval and scolding for wasting her time on an animal. 

 

"Yes, it took me numerous hours and resources to care for that poor animal and nurse it back to health," Utahime recalled, letting out a sniff. "Despite my parents' instructions to leave it to die, I persisted and tended to the bunny until it could hop again." A smile formed on Utahime's face as she reminisced, "I released the bunny, witnessing its joyous hops once more, a heartwarming sight that filled me with overwhelming happiness."

 

"Thank you, Shoko," Utahime sniffs, releasing the hug and sitting back to wipe away her tears. "Your support means everything to me." With a soft smile, she adds, "You're going to be an amazing aunt."

 

Returning the smile, Shoko pats Utahime on the shoulder. "And you're going to be a fantastic mother. Your baby will be so lucky to have you. Don't let anyone make you doubt that, hime!"

 

Utahime's sniffles turn into a giggle. "You're right. While Gojo may be the father, this child is mine as well. I won't let him affect us negatively; he's definitely not a role model for my child."

 

"He won't step up as a father figure, but that's okay. You don't want a toxic influence in your child's life," Shoko says, placing a comforting hand on Utahime's stomach.

 

"It will be a better world for your little boy or girl," she adds, rubbing her friend's belly gently.

 

Utahime gazed down with a gentle smile, nodding in agreement as she turned to her closest friend. "Certainly," she affirmed.

 

The weight of her worries and uncertainties unexpectedly lifted with Shoko's comforting and supportive words, bringing a sense of relief to Utahime. She released a soft sigh and placed a hand on her stomach. They both lay down on the bed. 

 

"Having a baby can be quite expensive. Are there programs and resources available that offer baby necessities for free?" Shoko inquired, resting her cheek on her hand and elbow on the bed.

 

"That sounds like a good idea. I still have 8 months until the due date, so I have some time," Utahime replied, gently rubbing her stomach and feeling a slight bump. "But there is one thing I need to take care of in advance. I have to choose the right name for a boy or a girl. The name will be a permanent part of their identity, so I need to choose wisely and carefully."

 

"You've got plenty of time to think about names. It shouldn't be too difficult. Let me help you come up with some ideas," Shoko offered.

 

"No, I remember how you named the organs or medical tools in biology class. I don't want my child to have a creepy name," Utahime said with a nervous laugh.

 

"And you also can't name right when it comes to naming something. Like that time you struggled to name the plant for our biology assignment. It was last minute, and you ended up calling it 'Mr. Bushy Weed.'" Shoko chuckled, while Utahime glanced away, feeling flustered.

 

 

"I..I was busy with my other subjects!"

 

 

——————

 

 

 

One month has passed.

 

 

 

Utahime had went to her monthly checked up. She now in her second month which means her first trimester has begun. 

 

She had a conversation with her health insurance provider and received both good and bad news. The good news was that they would cover all her check-ups and pregnancy tests, which brought great joy to Utahime.

 

However, her sense of ease was clouded by the bad news that she would need to cover the costs of the delivery and room on her own, which would exhaust her financial resources entirely.

 

This news left her deeply worried, considering she was just a high school student without a job, relying solely on her savings which were barely enough for herself, let alone for both her and the baby.

 

Despite her concerns, Shoko reassured her that they should focus on the present moment, as Utahime's priority was her pregnancy and ensuring no harm came to the child. Shoko mentioned various grant programs available and offered financial support from both her parents and herself.

 

Utahime felt a sense of relief and agreed to set aside her worries about money for the time being.

 

Her doctor given her an ultrasound scan to officially confirm the due date, check the baby's development, and ensure everything is progressing well. 

 

They given her the best news she wants to hear. They detect no other potential complications, essential organs and body systems begin to develop, including the brain, spinal cord, heart, and lungs. As well a flickering heartbeat can be detected. Ensuring her baby is growing so well. 

 

Relief brought over to her core and a bright smile. Utahime looks down on the several photos of her growing child. 

The picture shows a small, bean-shaped gestational sac within her uterus. She could see a tiny fetal pole may be visible. She roam her thumb across the photo. Her child looks so small like a cute squishy bean.

 

 

And she fell in love.

 

 

She stopped when the entrance from her right opened and a couple walked out with shopping bags on their arms. She looked up and see it was a baby nursing store. She too a step closer and view the inside the store.

 

Utahime was struck by the beauty and warmth of the baby store's setting. As she stepped inside, a sense of calm washed over her as a cool breeze gently caressed her face, enveloping her in a cocoon of comfort and inclusivity. The store radiated a nurturing atmosphere, inviting Utahime to explore its treasures and bask in its welcoming embrace.

 

I wonder if I have enough....

 

Utahime began to rummage through her small purse with one hand as the e other holding her first urea scan picture. Her fingers stumbled upon couple of yens and pulls them out.

 

I only got 2200 yen....it should be enough for one item. I hope. 

 

she wandered through the nursery store, taking in the delightful sights that surrounded her. The shelves were adorned with an array of baby clothing and baby sets, each exuding their own unique charm and appeal.

 

Walking down the aisles, she marveled at the adorable and vibrant onesies. The soft fabrics featured cute baby animals, bringing a smile to her face with every glance. Her heart swelled with joy at the thought of dressing up the little one in such precious outfits.

 

Overwhelmed by the sheer cuteness of it all, she couldn't help but feel the irresistible urge to scoop up every single item in sight!

 

"Aww this is so cute! There so many to choose!" As Utahime perused the selection of outfits and tiny shoes in the large section, her gaze landed on a onesie that immediately captured her attention. The onesie featured an adorable panda design and the words "Mama's panda," which melted her heart.

 

Reaching out, she closely examined the onesie and was filled with delight. "This is absolutely perfect!" she thought to herself. Not only was the price within her budget, but the adjustable size range from 0 months upwards made it even better. She happily realized that she could use it for a long time as her baby grew.

 

Utahime's affection for the onesie grew as she decided to purchase it, eagerly anticipating the day she could dress her newborn in it.

 

As she stood, her gaze fixed on the delicate sight before her. Before even turning around, her eyes landed on a small roll of blanket resting on a shelf, its colors mirroring that of the cozy onesie she held in her hand: a striking combination of black and white. The blanket exuded a soft, furry texture, inviting her touch, and featured the adorable visage of a panda on its surface. Positioned tantalizingly across from her, on the top shelf of the aisle, it beckoned to her.

 

With a quiet determination, she knew she had to have it. Thoughts of swaddling her newborn in this precious blanket filled her mind, igniting a sense of longing within her. She set off down the aisle, shelves lined with various items, each competing for attention. As she drew closer, her outstretched hand grasped for the furry prize, only to fall short with a frustrated huff. Even on her tiptoes, the blanket remained just out of reach.

 

She hesitated before finally letting go, only to see a long, muscular arm reaching out for the blanket. It was handed to her small hand with kindness. Utahime held it close to her chest and turned her head to express her gratitude. "Thank you so much!"

 

She was thoroughly taken aback by his appearance: a tall, muscular man with medium-length straight black hair falling to his ears. He possessed a well-structured face, evidently handsome, with intense green eyes, thin black eyebrows, and a scar at the corner of his right lip.

 

In a simple ensemble of a dark long-sleeved sweater, matching pants, and sandals, she found herself strangely captivated despite his casual attire. However, aware of the need to restrain her curiosity, she averted her gaze before appearing overly creepy.

 

"Th-thank you again, Sir," Utahime stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she nervously chuckled. Quickly diverting her attention downward, she hoped her pig-tails would conceal her now-flushed cheeks.

 

"You're welcome. Seemed like you could use an extra hand, so I thought I'd lend a hand." His voice was deep yet soothing to her ears as he let out a small laugh that brought a smile to her face. "They really should have provided a small ladder."

 

"I...I appreciate that! I'm not tall myself." Utahime finally lifted her head with a soft smile.

 

"Well, they shouldn't have placed the blankets so high on the shelf in the first place. You could have tripped or damaged the metal shelf." He chuckled before putting his hands in his pockets. "And then they make you pay for the damages," he added, rolling his eyes.

 

"Mhm." Utahime brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze. It was hard not to admire this remarkable man, his features, and the soothing tone of his voice.

 

"Are you here shopping for your little brother or sister?" He continued the conversation, seemingly unaware of her nervousness.

 

"O-oh! Um, actually, I don't have any siblings," Utahime replied, feeling a bit flustered.

 

"Ohh gotcha. So your cousin?"

 

Utahime hesitated before shaking her head, looking to her other side to avoid eye contact.

 

"....Niece or nephew?..."

 

She closed her eyes briefly before meeting his gaze again, and with a soft smile, she said, "I'm expecting a child."

 

The tall man's eyes widened for a moment before he returned to his usual expression.

 

"Really? You seem so young to be a mom," he remarked.

 

"Yeah," she replied, wondering why she had shared this personal information with a stranger. In Japan, where teenage pregnancy is highly stigmatized, it felt risky to disclose such news.

 

To her surprise, he chuckled warmly and said, "I'm not here to judge. It's your life; do what feels right for you." His genuine smile warmed her heart.

 

That's what she needed to hear. 

 

"We're expecting a child too," he added, mentioning his wife.

 

Her thoughts stalled momentarily at the mention of 'wife', casting a subtle tinge of disappointment. 

 

"I and my wife are soon to be parents as well," he remarked, gesturing to his left with his thumb. Following his indication, she spotted a woman with short, dark, spiky hair, smiling while gently cradling her moderately rounded belly with one hand, the other browsing through a rack of baby clothes.

 

Utahime was struck with wonder at the sight before her. 

 

"Oh, she seems to be halfway there! How many months along is she?" Utahime beamed as her gaze lingered on the woman.

 

"About 5 months. She's due in mid December." he confirmed, his voice brimming with excitement. "You?"

 

"That's wonderful! Congratulations. I am in my 2 months so somewhere in middle of March!" She blushes as she smiles at him. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" She inquired, turning to face the tall man.

 

"It's a boy," he grinned. "I've already selected the perfect name for our child."

 

Her heart fluttered, cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm sure it's a meaningful choice. I'm still figuring out the name, whether it's a boy or a girl."

 

"It's better to do it now than never," he thought to himself as he saw his beloved wife waving for him to join her.

 

"I should go now. She probably wants to show me the onesies she picked out," he said with a gentle smile.

 

Utahime nodded. "It was nice talking to you, um..."

 

"I'm Toji. Toji Fushigoru. And your name?"

 

"I'm Utahime Iori," she said softly. "You're going to be a happy family of three."

 

"Thank you, sweetheart. And you're going to be a beautiful and happy mom soon," Toji replied with a smile.

 

Utahime blushed slightly. "That means a lot, sir..." she said with a quick turn of her head, flustered.

 

He already noticed before chuckles as he continues to walk toward his pregnant wife across the aisle as she is looking through the onesies racks.

 

Utahime glanced over her shoulder and spotted him with his wife, sharing a tender kiss before strolling off in another direction, having already picked out a few onesies together.

 

She's so lucky to have someone to go baby shopping with. 

 

Utahime made her way down the aisle towards the register, clutching a cozy blanket and a charming onesie to her chest. The anticipation of motherhood filled her with a sense of joy and fulfillment.

 

As she prepared to pay, the cashier announced, "That will be 6600 yen."

 

"What? But the onesie is...wait, how much is the blanket?" Utahime inquires as she checks the price, her eyes widening. She lets out a nervous laugh. "Actually, never mind, you can put that away..."

 

"Is it just the onesie then?" the cashier asks, to which Utahime nods. He rings it up, and she purchases the onesie, happily taking it in her hands as she walks out, excited about the first baby clothing purchase, holding it close to her chest.

 

"I hope you love the onesie I got for you!" Utahime gently rubs her stomach with a smile, gazing down as she walks along the sidewalk, letting out a small sigh. "I wish I could afford that cute furry blanket. It matches the onesie perfectly and would be so cozy for you when I wrap you up. Imagining you in your panda onesie with the panda blanket around you would be such an adorable combination!"

 

"Excuse me!" 

 

Utahime came to a sudden halt, her steps faltering at the sound of a gentle, unfamiliar voice. Uncertain of its origin, she turned around to find the wife of the kind man she had recently conversed with. Surprise flashed across her face, causing her eyes to widen momentarily.

 

"Yes you, dear!" the woman hastened to catch up, one hand cradling her swollen stomach while the other offered a rolled-up panda blanket. "My husband and I thought you might like this." With a cheerful smile, she handed the blanket to Utahime, who was left both bewildered and joyous at the gesture. "The prices for blankets there are ridiculous, but he insisted you deserved one after reaching for items on the top shelf."

 

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much, Ma'am! This is incredibly thoughtful of you both!" Utahime gratefully accepted the blanket, carefully tucking it into her shopping bag with a beaming smile. 

 

"Of course sweetie! Being new to motherhood is going to be rewarding experience. It requires a lot of hard work, determination, patience and love." She said and lets out a few coughs. 

 

"Indeed! I am fully prepared to wholeheartedly commit to these values for the well-being of my child!" Utahime expressed with gratitude and enthusiasm.

 

"Motherhood is such a blessing. Which is what my child's name going to be." She said. Utahime felt a flutter of kindness at her words.

 

The young mother coughs few more times and clears her throat. 

 

"O..oh are you okay?" Utahime asks.

 

"Yes I will be fine!" The young lady maintained herself.

 

 With a bright smile, she bid farewell to Utahime as she turned on her heel and waved  "Welcome to motherhood!"

 

Utahime reciprocated the gesture with a wave and a radiant smile, "I am already cherishing every moment of being a new mother! Thank you so much. Have a wonderful day and a beautiful journey into parenthood with your husband!" she said, bowing.

 

The young woman giggled, nodding in response, "Thank you! Same to you!"

 

 

—————

 

 

As the bedroom she shares with her best friend fills the room with gentle smoothing music, air calming and aromatic that made her more ease. She is sitting on the nursery rocking chair that was given to her from Shoko's parents few weeks ago. 

 

 

3 months has gone by, she is now her 5 month pregnancy, and so far her pregnancy and school life has not impacted her as much as she thought it would. After the semester break was over, she went back on her studies carefully and timely on her several classes including making advances with her teachers about her situation but in secret. Some were judgmental as others were understanding. Yaga-sensei have vouched for her and she was able to make flexible extensions on her bigger projects and assessments near end of the semester which will be the same timing as her birth. She had made sure her assignments and her lessons have been up to date before taking online classes that she began 3 weeks ago. 

 

After completing her online quiz for her English class, she remembered her ultrasound appointment and felt a surge of excitement. Today was the day she would not only check on the development of her baby but also find out its gender. The thought of getting more pictures and knowing whether it was a boy or a girl made her eager to go.

 

She got the pictures of her baby's development and it's a boy. 

 

She has never been this happy and love this much in her life. 

 

Utahime assured Shoko that she wouldn't return home until evening, as she had her check-up appointment. This way, Shoko could focus on finishing her assignments and after-school activities.

 

Standing up from her chair, Utahime placed her hands on her small, swollen belly and softly hummed a sweet melody, gently rubbing her belly in circles. A smile adorned her face as contentment filled her eyes. She walked over to the corner of her bedroom where a full-length mirror stood, appreciating how she was already halfway through her pregnancy journey. The beginning had been tough, feeling torn and pressured as she faced a difficult decision and the judgment of others.

 

However, things had not turned for the worse since she chose to keep her child and embrace her responsibility. Though she had been kicked out by her parents and left behind her childhood and preteen years, escaping the cruelty and manipulative tactics of a selfish boy, she found refuge in the generosity of her best friend's parents. 

 

They provided her with a place to stay and supported her as she prepared for parenthood, both throughout her pregnancy and the impending birth. She managed to complete her in-class assignments on time without anyone noticing her pregnancy, thus avoiding the scrutiny of her situation. And she no longer had to encounter that jerk who had hurt her with his cruel words. Regardless, she still decided not to attend the same school as him; she wanted to move forward and leave that chapter behind. 

 

She discovered wonderful programs that would benefit her and her soon-be-born son by providing essential supplies like bottles, diapers, and breast pumps, as well as prenatal care. These programs also offered education on pregnancy and childbirth for new mothers, assistance with nutrition and exercise, guidance on screenings and tests, and help in preparing for labor and delivery.

 

She was happily seized these opportunities and felt immense gratitude for the incredible resources for her baby boy.

 

She is halfway to the arrival of her baby, giving ample time to prepare. 

 

Includes choosing the right clothes and toys for her little one. 

 

Moreover, she is also searching for the perfect name for her baby boy.

 

As she turned her gaze towards the side, her eyes lingered on the unfinished crib lovingly assembled by both Shoko's father and Shoko. The gesture was incredibly kind, as they had gifted her with a truly adorable and delicate crib, providing her with a wonderful head start. Gratitude filled her heart as she recognized their generosity. Though still a work in progress, she couldn't help but admire the crib's beauty and envision the future moments it would hold.

 

Returning her attention to the mirror, she glanced downward at her swollen belly, her fingers tracing gentle circles on her stomach. A soft smile adorned her face as she lovingly hummed a tune, cherishing the connection with her growing baby.

 

"You are so loved." she whispered gently. "Though times may grow more challenging, I will remain by your side, my love." To her surprise, she felt her baby's movements within her belly, causing her to giggle. "So, you can hear me, can't you?" she playfully tapped as she continued to rub her belly. 

 

She glanced herself at the mirror. At first she was very insecure of her body as she has gotten a bit big. Later she got used to it as she knows it is part of the beautiful process of pregnancy. However when she took another at herself. She looks at her face.

 

The "scar" or should she say her birthmark. 

 

She frowns and let out a sad sigh. 

 

She gently caresses her swollen belly, thinking, "I hope you don't cry when you first see me. It's a mark I can't erase." She runs her hand over the birthmark on her cheek, lost in thought.

 

Naoya once told me that my birthmark is a ugly view that not even a child of my own would accept me as. Is he being cruel or just telling the truth?...

 

Her own parents occasionally found her face unappealing when they gazed upon it for too long. This led them to push her vigorously towards extracurricular activities and academic excellence, hoping she would demonstrate her worth beyond her birthmark.

 

Then, she had an epiphany.

 

Her birthmark should define her, but in a profound way. Birthmarks hold meaning—they are a unique part of who she is. She shouldn't feel ashamed of it, despite the opinions of others, even her parents. She believes her future child will embrace her birthmark with immediate love and affection, creating an unbreakable bond between them, even though he is yet to be born.

 

She smiles at that thought. 

 

"Would you like to sleep, or shall we listen to a different song, perhaps classical music by Mozart or Bach?" one of her motherhood guidebooks, she had read about the numerous benefits of listening to music during pregnancy. It could promote relaxation, reduce stress, and create a positive environment for both her and her baby boy. Furthermore, it could enhance his development and foster an emotional connection.

 

"Love? If you can't respond, I'll make the choice." Still, no movements could be felt. She gave her unborn baby boy a few more seconds before making a decision.

 

"Actually, let's forget about Mozart or Bach and listen to Katy Perry's music instead. But it seems like someone wants to go to bed," she said, turning around and heading towards her bed. Just then, she felt three kicks, causing an amused, soft laughter to escape her lips.

 

"Ahh I knew you will want that eventually. Okay let's listen to her full Teenage Dream album as mommy reads her text books for her learning assignments." Utahime pats her belly as she turns on the small speaker and grabs her laptop from the desk and connect to the speaker with a appropriate volume and began the song. She carefully hops onto her bed with the small textbook on her hand began to study as the song starts. 

 

All existed and content about her pregnancy. Even when she never thought to be a mother very young or dream to have a child this soon, she is grateful and hopeful of what the future holds for her and her son. 

 

She is going to make sure to be the best mother and best provider for her and her child and give him all the love, nurture and safety as he is going to be her main priority in her life.

 

 

 

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 1/3

UM. hi

 

The AUDACITY....Ik....

 

IK IK I GOT SO MUCH EXPLAINING TO DO ON WHY I HAD NOT CAME BACK WITH A MILK. MY SHIT ABSENCE IS SOOO SHIT THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR 1000s OF YEARS.

 

4 GIVE ME.

 

As u guys know by now that I'm in university and this year is my last year meaning I'm going graduate this May! I have been DREAMING on getting my bachelors for soooo long now! 😭😭😭😭

 

Right now (this spring semester) I am doing my internship from Wednesday to Saturdays and I got school on Tuesdays so yeah my life has been pretty busy. Only Sundays and Monday's are my day offs 😀 My fall semester was also busy since I had to conduct a research on finding my internship site andddd have psychology classes as well.

 

I have seen your guy's comments and they always warm my heart and encouraged me to write more chapters and put all my passion and love on them because I am sooo enjoying writing this fanfic!!! 😭😭💘 I am serious thank you guys! You have no idea how much this means to me and motivating to continue on this story with determination and effort!

 

That is why you guys deserve not one or even two but THREE chapters right now!! (and one more this week by the end of Friday I promise! I am half way done!) this is my way of making up of my disappearance!!

 

Also last week....some of you guys may have gotten a notification that the next chapter was posted and....THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT. It was never supposed to be out 😭😭 I was still writing one of the chapters and my finger accidentally pressed "published"....I quickly deleted it as soon as it was published....you weren't supposed to see my crappy draft 😞 Your hopes were so high up yet filled with major disappointment when it was false alarmed....I AM SO SORRY....4GIVE ME PWEASE.

 

Let's move on to the next topic....

 

I am happy my boys Robert Downey Jr and Cillian Murphy both won the oscars!!! They both deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

 

Also "I'm just Ken" performance by Ryan Gosling was INCREDIBLE. I LOVE THE SONG AND HIM 💓💓💓💓

 

Also.

 

RIP AKIRA TORIYAMA YOU WERE SUCH A LEGEND!!! Dragon Ball was my childhood and my first anime which was how I started anime 😭😭💖

 

You inspired so many people including the mangakas created other iconic animes and brought pop culture around the globe thanks to your gifted talent!! You were the Stan Lee of anime 🥹❤️

 

So many people in the world are still mourning of your death, creating ceremonies by gathering in the big city, memorials in FFIV, having the cartels to seize fires because you were such a big influence icon!!! Even celebrities and brands are saying their condolences because you made their childhood and inspired them 😔💓 You will forever be missed! You will never be forgotten!!! We love you so much and thank you for bringing the icon dragon ball characters to life and started the anime industry with your magnificent works!! 💘💘💘💘

 

Next....

 

JJK SEASON 2 WAS AMAZING AND HEART BRAKING!! THE ANIMATION WAS *chef kiss* AND THE VOICE ACTING WAS BEAUTIFUL. I AM SO HAPPY JJK WON MOST OF THE CATEGORIES ESPECIALLY AS ANIME OF THE YEAR!! (But justice to the MAPPA animators though 😭😭😭)

 

And I have been caught up with the JJK manga and....let me tell you....

 

🤜 GEGE WHEN U CATCH THEZE HANDZ 🙌

 

He is torturing us and he is so cruel like please stop no more angst 😭😭😭😭😭😭

 

Don't worry guys I am here and Gojo is still here in this fanfic unlike Gege 😑

 

This fanfic is going to be angst but not Gege's angst that's for sure 🙄

 

So there will be characters from the manga FYI 👀

 

Also F. U SUKUNA AND GEGE 🤮 🤬

 

LEAVE MY BABIES A LONE!!

 

AND if u have been caught up to the manga....you know what I am talking about on what I am going to say.....

 

ITADORI PLEASEEEE. U CAN DO THIS. PLEASE HELP BRING HIM BACK PLEASEEEEE

 

Anyway 💕

 

Wish me luck on my studies as they are putting me a lot of work 😭😂

 

Thank you so much for continuing on to stick with this story and your amazing support that got me going! Please don't stop giving me your affection 🥹💘

 

I love you guys so much and I will NOT STOP WRITING LAST CHANCE!!!

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This A/N was so long I'm so sorry😂

 

Adiós 🥰

Chapter 14: CHAPTER 13

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 2/3

Itadori let out a weary sigh as he ascended the stairs to his apartment, the darkness of the night signaling that it was both late and a school night. The knowledge that he would soon have to return to school, facing his teacher—or even his mom—made him shiver involuntarily.

 

The day had been long and exhausting, leaving him looking as though he had just escaped from a torment dungeon, which, in a way, he had—within his own mind. After leaving the school building, he had taken a moment in a public restroom to straighten his wrinkled clothing and wash his tired face and hair, although the eye bags and hunger still lingered, signs of the depression that weighed heavily on him.

 

As he climbed the stairs to his apartment, the memory of the conversation he had had with her not long ago replayed in his mind, his dissatisfaction with her explanations swirling in his thoughts. Lost in contemplation, he noticed a stranger attempting to open the door to his apartment, dressed casually with bags of food at his feet, jiggling the doorknob in confusion.

 

"C'mon open up! This damn door."

 

Itadori, catching sight of the unfamiliar figure, deduced that the person must be new to the building. It was evident from the struggle he faced with the old, barely functional door knobs - a well-known characteristic of the apartment. Feeling a sense of empathy, Itadori decided to lend a helping hand to the stranger.

 

"Hey," Itadori called out as he approached, prompting the raven-haired man to turn towards him, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at Itadori's sudden appearance.

 

Noticing the man's expression, Itadori intuitively grasped the situation. 

 

Ok this is a cue for me to abandon my gloominess and take action....

 

"Need some help? These doors are ancient, and the landlord is a complete cheapskate to replace them." Itadori remarked with a knowing smile.

 

"Oh sure. I appreciate the help. I've been struggling with this door for days. The landlord really should consider an upgrade; I'm tired of dealing with this constant jamming," the young raven-haired male replied, frustration evident as he continued to fumble with his keys in an attempt to unlock the stubborn door. 

 

Itadori chuckled softly, remarking, "You have to get used to it. Trying to him is like trying to persuade a grizzly bear not to attack you." Stepping in front of his companion, he began to fiddle with the door, jiggling and pushing in an attempt to open it.

 

"Noticed you're new around here. Haven't seen you in this building before," Itadori casually mentioned, continuing to chat while working on the door.

 

"I've been here for three weeks now. Just transferred to this school I'm going at for a program I'm in," the newcomer explained, glancing over as Itadori struggled with the door.

 

"Ah, that explains it. Where did you transfer from? How are you finding Kyoto so far?" Itadori inquired cheerfully, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

 

"Tokyo. Starting to settle into Kyoto now, actually quite enjoying it," he replied, his expression not showing any changes but just bland. 

 

Tokyo...huh. 

 

Excitement bubbling within him, Itadori expressed, "This place just keeps getting better the more you explore. While it may not compare to Tokyo, I guarantee you won't regret transferring here!" Itadori's joy was palpable as he neared the completion of opening the door.

 

Unfazed and devoid of much emotion in his expression or tone, he simply replied, "Thank you," showing minimal reaction to Itadori's enthusiasm.

 

Not much of a talker. Itadori thought 

 

With a victorious fist raised in the air and a wide grin, Itadori proclaimed, "There we go!" as he successfully unlocked the door. "Now you can relax and make yourself at home, now that I've opened your door."

 

The young raven haired is feeling a pang of annoyance at Itadori's own outburst. He swiftly picked up his groceries and sidestepped, ready to leave before engaging in further conversation. "I really appreciate your help," he expressed sincerely.

 

Offering further assistance, Itadori suggested, "Anytime! Perhaps I could give you a tour of the building to familiarize yourself with the surroundings, or even show you around town! How about treating you to a bowl of ramen?" Itadori lingered at the doorframe, observing the resident's back turned as he placed the groceries on the table, the young raven haired expression tinged with irritation.

 

"I will think about it." The new tenant walk towards his door frame and placing his hand on the side of the door. "Goodnight."

 

"Goodnight," Itadori whispered as he quietly slipped out of the apartment the moment the new tenant closed the door. Sensing that the newcomer must have had a challenging day, Itadori planned to unwind with a long hot shower before preparing for bed, mentally bracing himself for the school day ahead. With an exhausted sigh.

 

Ahh...damn it we didn't even introduced to ourselves. Maybe another time.

 

 

————-

 

 

Resting on his narrow twin bed, Itadori gazes around his dimly lit room at 11:45 pm. Despite the impending school day, he remains fixated on the conversation he had with his "teacher." The weight of their three-hour discussion echoes in his mind, replaying vividly as he struggles to find peace. The tale of how she and his father became a family, navigated challenges, and eventually placed a baby for adoption lingers heavily in his thoughts.

 

Finding some solace in her explanation, Itadori remains unsettled by the revelation that his teacher is, in fact, his biological mother. As the night progresses, he grapples with the need to come to terms with this newfound truth before facing her once more in the classroom the following day.

 

The echoes of their conversation resonate deeply within him, refusing to fade as sleep eludes him...

 

 

 

 

 

Him and his teacher are seated face to face across desk in the hushed classroom. Avoiding other's gaze, the tension in the air is palpable, heavy with unspoken words. Itadori's appearance may be unkempt, but the gravity of the moment demands his undivided attention, craving the truth that hangs between them like a heavy fog. Utahime knows she must break the silence, finally unraveling the knots that bind them, in order to pave a way back to the familiarity they once shared.

 

With a trembling voice, Utahime summons the courage to speak, her words a fragile bridge across the chasm of their fractured relationship. "W-what do you wish to uncover? I-I am willing to answer...a.. any questions you-you... have got for me..." she stammers, her eyes betraying a mix of fear and longing for closure.

 

 

"How did it all went down? I know you said that you and....my dad....did not get along while being parents. But was that really the cause?" Itadori's gaze falls to his trembling hands, his voice barely above a whisper. "I..I just need to know. What was the exact turning point? And... why you gave up on me when I was a year old? Did you even try to keep me?" 

 

Utahime's heart clenched with pain as the broken tone pierced her soul, rendering her unable to meet his gaze. Her hands trembled as she placed them on her lap, straightening her posture with a sense of resolve.

 

"I didn't want things to end on such bad terms Unfortunately, they did. I even pleaded the agency to bring you back, but by then, it was already too late. A close friend of mine assured me that it was the right decision, as your father and I struggled to make things work, and I was unable to support myself after being kicked out by my parents while also pursuing my career as a teacher." Utahime's voice almost breaking, making sure her tears doesn't appear on her eyes.

 

Itadori recoiled in his chair, his hands shaking uncontrollably and his breaths becoming shallow and labored. "So you simply abandoned me, just like that? All so you could have a better life? Was I nothing more than a burden to you?"

 

"Itadori-San, please listen to me. You were never forgotten. The love I had for you was so deep that it shattered me when I had to let you go for adoption," Utahime said, leaning forward as she fought back tears. "I was so young back then, still trying to find my own way in life. I knew I couldn't give you the life you deserved, but I always wanted the best for you. You deserve to be raised by parents who can provide you with everything I couldn't. To have a—"

 

"Better life yeah I get it. I was once young too, incredibly young in fact, just a mere baby! So, wasn't being a mother and having me wasn't a established life?" Itadori's voice grew firm, his eyes shutting in a mix of frustration and resentment.

 

"Itadori-san please listen..."

 

"But what confuses me that why did you have me? It sounded like you couldn't stand your...ex lover." Itadori finally looked up and meeting eye to eye as his eyes furrow. "Why have me in the first place or was it a mistake? Was keeping me was the first thing come to mind?"

 

"Itadori you asked so many questions that I am gonna do my best to answer." Utahime responded, feeling a rush of nerves as he hit her with a barrage of questions all at once.

 

"That isn't the answer. Please don't avoid it." Itadori getting a little impatient.

 

Utahime let out a soft breath before exhaling. "I was drunk. I decided to go to one of his parties that one night. For the first time. This was not who I was - I was not a party-goer. We hated each other but I had falsely accused on something that is too inappropriate for me to tell you." Her eyes shut tightly, a gesture of remorse as she bowed her head in shame. "I didn't know why I thought going to one of his party was a best way to apologize when there were so so many people there but I eventually got to apologize."

 

Itadori raised an eyebrow. "You said you weren't a party person so how did you got drunk? There's no way you were a legal age to drink." 

 

"Well...I wanted to have a peaceful quiet space. I found a room.

Than he found me but we had a small chat. However, I was drunk before I apologize but that was because to ease the throbbing headache I had when I was trying to tell your father I was sorry but being who he was...I needed some alternative medicine to ease my stress." Utahime admitted.  With a sense of shame, she opened her eyes. 

 

"What does all that have to do with me?" Itadori getting a little impatient for her answers.

 

Utahime's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as shely lowered her hands from her face. "Despite both of us being high school students, that does not excuse what I am about to confess to you," she hesitantly began. With a nervous exhale, she continued, "As the party came to an end a few hours later, I found myself heavily intoxicated in an empty room. He, too, was under the influence. Discovering me in that state, he attempted to coax me out, but I foolishly resisted. In our intoxicated state, he gently lifted me up and carried me to a spacious spare bedroom to allow me to rest."

 

Itadori is still not following along. "Okay I still don't get it."

 

He must got his lack of awareness from his father. 

 

"Like I said. We were both drunk. When you drink too much, you are not yourself and you tend to do stupid things. Make actions that have consequences. On rare cases...mostly forever. And what we did was one of the rare cases." Utahime lowered her gaze to her lap, admitting, "I didn't know what we saw each other that night. I cannot recall how our interaction unfolded that night, but it quickly escalated from casual conversation to kissing, exchanging compliments, and ultimately finding ourselves in a physically intimate situation with our clothes discarded..."

 

Itadori widened his eyes as he felt grossed out.  "W..wait! I was an actually a mistake? I was a drunk baby than! And it was not even romantic at all. And not even using protection."

 

"Don't make it like that! Just see this as a blessing in disguise." 

 

"Was I really a blessing? Did you seriously consider keeping me right away even though you were in school?" Itadori asked her firmly, his gaze fixed on her.

 

Her mouth hesitated to fully open as she struggled to.

 

"I don't like the look on your face. That means you guys never wanted me from the first place." Itadori's brows furrowed in disappointment.

 

Utahime had promised herself never to deceive him, never to cause him pain. But revealing the harsh reality of her...attempt...could shatter him, fracture their bond irreparably.

 

"When I first learned about you, I was the one who wanted to keep you right away," Utahime confessed, her gaze locked with his, the weight of her serious deception heavy between them.

 

Itadori's eyes widened in shock at the sudden revelation. "You really did? You didn't tried to...get rid of me?" His voice trembled as it softened, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

 

Utahime felt a heavy weight on her chest. She quickly shook her head to reassure him. "No, never..." Though she felt a pang of shame as she lied, she refused to show it. But her words weighed heavily on her conscience, painting her as a deceitful person.

 

A small, relieved smile slowly formed at the corners of Itadori's lips. "Okay...I should have known better to have my doubt on you." 

 

 

The guilt gnawed at Utahime's heart, threatening to consume her. The lie she had told could have serious consequences in the future. 'Shoko will not like this.'

 

Utahime's heart began to race with panic. "Oh no... he just found out?" she whispered, her voice trembling with worry.

 

"You said you were the one wanted me right away... does that mean my dad didn't?" Itadori's eyes filled with sadness as he lowered himself closer to the desk.

 

For some reason, Utahime didn't find it hard to tell him the truth about Gojo.

 

"Unfortunately, yes," she began, her tone heavy with sorrow. "When I told him, he didn't take it very well. He believed his life would be ruined if I kept you." Utahime held back tears as she recalled the painful memory of Gojo's insistence on her having an abortion.

 

Itadori's expression darkened as he processed the information. "Did he want you to get rid of me?"

 

She nodded slowly, her face etched with sorrow. "He tried to convince me multiple times. There was one day during school when he used a scare tactic to manipulate me into having an abortion. He warned me about the risks of pregnancy, such as miscarriage, stillbirth, premature birth, or even my own life being in danger. It truly terrified me, and I spent the entire day in a meltdown."

 

As he processed the sudden news, he let out a small gasp. It was unfathomable to him what his father had done in an attempt to avoid having a child. He was at a loss for words, but Utahime continued to speak.

 

"I understand if it's hard to believe, but he was adamant that I should not have you. Despite the cruel possibilities he told me of the effects of the pregnancy, I refused to heed his words," Utahime recounted, remembering the dark times when Gojo had planted those terrible thoughts in her mind.

 

"What made him change his mind? When you told me weeks ago that he eventually became a part of my life right after I was born," Itadori inquired, his astonishment palpable. "It's surprising how the two of you eventually fell for each other."

 

"I do not know what exactly changed his mind but when he came in the delivery room, he begged me to let him be a father. It took me by surprise when he sincerely apologized for his past actions and acknowledged his responsibility." Utahime expressed, her voice filled with emotion as she reminisced about the chaotic yet pivotal moment of his unexpected arrival at the birth, rousing her from the post-labor haze. Clutching a plush boxer bear and a bouquet of oversized flowers, he bore a genuine demeanor and expression that had her momentarily mistaking him for someone else.

 

"It's astounding to me as well, how I ended up falling in love with someone with whom I once clashed and faced ridicule," she continued, her heart heavy with the weight of the past. 

 

"Woah, seriously? You two had that rocky history even before I was born? That a real plot twist. But how did he transform from a changed person to a... deadbeat? And how did you lose yourself in love for him?" Itadori questioned, his disbelief tinged with a hint of sorrow.

 

Utahime comes to the realization that she should not keep involving Gojo in this situation, even though he shares some responsibility. However, she also acknowledges that she should open up about the truth of herself..yet... 

 

"As I mentioned before, he avoids his responsibilities as a father. He prioritizes parties, his friends, and his own adventures over you, leading to ongoing conflicts between us."

However, she is aware that itadori seeks more comprehensive answers. While she is at ease describing how challenging Gojo was, she hesitates to paint him as the worst father in the world.

 

Itadori didn't like the answer, "Yes I get that. But what triggered the breaking point? What led to the decision to give me up for adoption?" He massaged his temples, feeling a headache creeping in. "I need a detailed explanation."

 

"Your father tried his best a father but it is not just being a parent. He tried to be a best lover but there were some complications between us..." Utahime said.

 

"Like what?"

 

"We both have our disagreements when it comes to parenting and I told him he should come home more often if he cares for the Both of us." She said.

 

"Even from you? Have you done something that would made him mad or upset that would get him to leave?" Itadori inquired. 

 

With a slight exhale and closed eyes, she replied, "No..."

 

Yet another lie.

 

"So, it was solely his actions? Were you the one left to clean up the mess he made?" Itadori probed.

 

Utahime couldn't quite understand why she felt compelled to go along with this narrative, painting herself as a victim despite her own shortcomings and faults as a young parent. Perhaps it was to preserve the image of a blameless and devoted mother, safeguarding her reputation.

 

Utahime slowly nodded, "It was him. He would betrayed his promises and to me. Especially when he sees other girls and pretended he isn't a father." 

 

 

"Was his unfaithfulness a main reason to end all this?" Itadori asks.

 

 

She shook her head. "No. Despite sleeping not once but twice with other girls, it shattered me. However, we decided to take some space. I took care of you since he wasn't fit to be a parent at that time, which he acknowledged. He even admitted to handing you over to other people, like friends, to look after you, despite promising me that he would take care of you." 

 

She lowered her head, her voice becoming quieter each time she mentioned his dad. "We eventually had gotten back together and we thought we could try and fixed again." 

 

‘That was until...he....I...we.....’

 

"I can't believe you put up with his crappy behavior. It was a miracle that you two didn't end up there and took care of me after that tough relationship." Itadori sympathized with what she had to endure with his dad, who was unable to be rational, mature, or fulfill his parental role. His expression softened as he felt sorry for her. "You did everything right for me and for him, trying to maintain a balance in the family and relationship. I believe you were the only one taking parenting and relationships seriously. He should have reflected on his actions just for his own selfish needs."

 

Utahime couldn't help but feel even worse about herself. The audacity of her sharing about Gojo's affair when she...

 

The most sickest part for her is that she wants her only child to believe that she did nothing wrong throughout all of this and that she was the only perfect being who did everything she could to repair the broken family and relationship.

 

Well, she did try... but she isn't perfect herself.

 

Yet she refused to tell him that.

 

"Were any financial problems or struggles when you guys had me? Raising kids, especially babies, in an apartment can be quite expensive," Itadori asked, letting out a small nervous laugh.

 

Utahime shook her head. "Even though we were young and still in high school, we were financially secure. Your father came from a wealthy family that owned a large corporation."

 

"Really? That's pretty cool, I guess. So you had everything you needed since he was the somewhat main provider, and you didn't have to work to support me?" Itadori commented.

 

His teacher nodded. "Of course. Before we got together, I was on my own as your grandparents didn't want me anymore. I had only my savings to get by and applied for programs to get necessary baby items. My insurance covered only check-up appointments, not the delivery, and I was worried about how to pay the medical bills after giving birth to you." Utahime's tone softened as she continued. "But your dad took care of all the medical bills and provided everything we needed, including when we used to this beautiful and spacious apartment, which was perfect for raising a family."

 

"Well, that was something good he did," Itadori remarked, sensing his mother's gratitude for his dad's substantial help, which he was also thankful for.

 

"Is he still rich? Just wondering." Itadori asks.

 

"I honestly don't know," she replied. "His family disapproved of him becoming a young father, fearing it might impact the family business. Despite their objections, he chose to walk away, relying solely on his savings and trust funds. Initially, I was concerned, but upon seeing the wealth he had amassed, I realized we could live comfortably on it." Utahime chuckled. 

 

"He mentioned he had built all that kind of money all to travel the world, as he had always dreamt of." She let out a sad sighed. "Sometimes he would hint or quietly complained not being able to go on those trips. He would used to to tell me he was happy to be a father instead but....it sounded forced."

 

Itadori's expression soured upon hearing this and he interjected with a muddled response..

 

"I wonder if he is actually traveling. I am betting he is using all that remaining money he had left. Probably going to be broke or broke by now." Itadori pointed out. 

 

"Who knows. I'm uncertain if he has reconciled with his family and resumed his position in the family business, or if he's pursuing a different career path," Utahime said, sinking back in her chair, her shoulders drooping, eyes filled with sorrow. "He may have even forgotten about us by now."

 

'Please. Don't say that.' Itadori thought. For some reason he couldn't bear the notion of his dad erasing their past life together. He hoped his dad hadn't discarded the family they once were, despite the challenges they faced.

 

'He couldn't simply put it behind him and pretend everything never happened and moved on without any regrets. Well...that is what she kinda did....'  Itadori thought but quickly shook his head. 

 

The more he dwelled on the neglectful and self-centered nature of his dad – past and present – the more unsettling questions raced through his mind.

 

"Did he came up the idea of putting me up for adoption? Based on the little information available about him, he seemed like someone who would suggest such a thing," Itadori inquired.

 

"Let's not dwell on the topic of adoption, Itadori-san. What's important is that you had wonderful parents and a grandfather who showered you with love and provided everything you needed-"

 

"Excuse me? My adoptive parents. Not my real parents. They never intended to reveal my adoption until I am quote on quote 'old enough and knowledgeable' to understand it." Itadori said irritably. "Especially my grandpa after they were gone. They all let me believe I was their own and made a joke out of me."

 

"Itadori-san! Please don't say that. They cared for you and raised you as their own-"

 

"You and my dad didn't? Even though I was yours but you two could not stand each other so much that you guys had to broke up and put me away like I was some pet that was left behind by their owners." Itadori shook his eyes, both his fists, cleaning and leaning forward to stop himself from breaking down. 

 

"Please. Understand what I was trying to tell you...you were...you were scared whenever we fought and I cannot put you into that situation. No parents want their child to see them fighting all the time-"

 

 

"Since you guys had fought so much while caring for me...what exactly was the last straw?" Itadori asks. "And did my dad actually took care of me even very few times? Or even enjoyed being around me? Or...does he regret on anything?"

 

 

Utahime paused, contemplating her response before stating, "Itadori-San, it's already 6 o'clock, and I need to head home to grade assignments and prepare lessons for tomorrow." Gathering her bag filled with students' work, she prepared to leave.

 

"But I need answers," Itadori interjected, rising abruptly. "What about all the questions I have?"

 

As Itadori approached her, catching her off guard with his sudden presence, Utahime remarked, "Honey, look at yourself. The stress is affecting your sleep, appetite, and mood. You need to take care of yourself." She placed her small hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Despite her concern, Itadori removed her hand from his shoulder.

 

"You gave me crap answers! You claimed to be my mom weeks ago, by narrating it like some mysterious puzzle for me to solve! What kind of revelation was that? Of course it left me with countless thoughts and questions." Itadori stepped back, rubbing his eyes and letting out a sigh. 

 

"Why won't you share the full story about you and my dad? Do you realize how much this is affecting me? It's not fair!" He scoffed, then turned and headed for the classroom door. 

 

"Itadori-San, please!" Utahime quickly followed him, reaching out to him.

 

"What? Gonna ground me?  Quit pretending you care just because you're my mom or teacher or whatever you are..." He steps out, casting a meaningful glance back at her before closing the door. "I was going to be back tomorrow, but I need another day off." He glared. "I won't ignore what's happened between us like you did before when you found out I'm your kid." With that, he walks away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

 

Utahime was left in silence once again. Just like what happened on that day when she revealed the truth. She could not help but to release tears streaming down. 

 

Itadori left the school, his hands tightly clutching his hair. His breathing quickened, tears welling up in his eyes. He ran down the sidewalk towards his apartment, the only place where he felt truly safe.

 

 

 

 

Itadori shuts his eyes and shifts in his bed, attempting to find solace in sleep. He longed to simply sleep away his troubles, to erase the events that had transpired. He yearned for it all to be a twisted jest of fate, a cruel prank orchestrated by the universe. In that moment, he even found himself wishing he had never been brought into this world.

 

'During your journey, you'll rethink your own mind and your decision. You will decide what you actually want, what actually matters to you, which may or may not be the goal that you're aiming for. Be well-aware for the outcome. Maybe you won't be surprised at the conclusion after what you will go through. However, don't get disappointed regardless of the result. Otherwise you will shut others out of your life even though some need you the most. When you die, you should be surrounded by people. Don't end up like me.'

 

 

Itadori finds himself unexpectedly recalling the words of his "grandpa", despite the passage of time since his passing. Though not biologically related, he still holds a deep connection to him. The weight of those words lingers within him.

 

As he opens his eyes and rises slowly, Itadori realizes that he cannot alter his past or the circumstances of his life. The painful truths he was confronted with remain unchanged. However, he chooses to shift his focus to the present moment and looks towards the future ahead.

 

He felt the sting of his own harsh words, knowing they had left wounds not just on himself, but on Utahime as well. As he walked away from her classroom, trying to ignore the sounds of her crying, he wished he could pretend it didn't affect him. But deep down, the weight of their painful exchange and her heart-wrenching sobs stayed with him long after he left the school grounds, breaking him inside.

 

He has been avoiding his one and only best friend, despite numerous attempts to reach out through text messages, voicemails, and calls, even waiting outside his door for an hour. Whether standing by the school stairs or during lunch, hoping to catch a glimpse of his best friend, he felt guilty for causing him worry. His best friend was always there for him, and he regretted putting him through that distress. When Itadori finally confided in him, he knew exactly what Junpei wanted to say.

 

He also realized he needed to stop adding to Utahime's already heavy burden. Although the truth had caused emotional pain and mixed feelings, he came to understand why she chose to reveal it that way. Her response reopened old wounds from her past, buried deep within her soul.

 

She poured her heart and soul into caring for him, fulfilling the roles of a dedicated parent and an inspiring teacher. Now, the time has come for him to show his appreciation and comprehension.

 

With unwavering transparency, she shared every detail of her journey as a parent, leaving no page unturned. It was this unfiltered honesty that convinced him of the depth of her sacrifice and dedication.

 

 

At least that is what made him believe.

 

 

He longs to reconnect with the strong and meaningful relationship they once shared, hoping to recapture the dynamic they had when he was under her guidance as a student. His heart yearns for the joyous anticipation he felt walking into her classroom, the sight of her sparking excitement within him and setting the stage for valuable learning experiences.

 

Despite his determination to make amends, he is unsure if he can maintain composure when he inevitably crosses paths with her again. The complex intertwining of their roles as mother and educator, coupled with unresolved conversations from their past encounters, add layers of uncertainty to his emotional state.

 

I guess that is why she had to avoided me....

 

He let out a exhausted sigh, rubbing the side of his head. 

 

The first thing he has to do is to let Junpei know that he is alive.

 

He grabbed his phone from the night stand and began texting him.

 

 

-Yo it's me. I'm not dead lol. I'm sorry for not keeping in touch. A lot has happened that I want to share with you. I won't be back at school for two more days. Let's meet at the small cafe shop after school tomorrow. Since barely anybody go there.

 

 

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 2/3

Chapter 15: CHAPTER 14

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 3/3

 

In a bustling coffee shop filled with the aroma of freshly coffee and the sound of chattering customers, tall teenage boy with spikey black hair entered. Stepping into the core shop as his eyes wonders around to find the one person he is hoping to see. His eye came across at the only employee behind the counter. The delicate girl with a bob haircut, featuring blunt bangs and curling ends, paired with wide innocent green eyes. Dressed in a cozy grey sweater and black leggings, she maintains the lovely smile that always had a fluttering effect on him.

 

 

It's her....

 

 

She is making orders for the four costumers's drinks with a soft humming to continue the work.  

 

 

This almost lifted the corner of his lips and eases his shoulder. 

 

 

She still looks wonderful....

 

 

Taking slow steps on his entrance went unnoticed by the petite, fair blonde barista, who was preoccupied with serving the four customers. He is glad this isn't busy place. This is a good opportunity for him to do this. Despite the lack of a noticeable expression on his face, the young male was nervous and felt no urge to approach her, despite their shared history. The closure he sought from her was the main reason he had come all the way.

 

With a mix of anxiety and determination, he had been practicing how to approach her in an empathetic manner, hoping to make her listen. Yet, even as he stood behind the coffee counter, waiting for his moment, he found himself frozen, silently cursing himself for his hesitation. Even though her back was turned, engrossed in making coffee and frappes, he remained on edge, berating himself to be fearless and go talk to her.

 

Don't be such a damn coward, Megumi. She is no stranger to you, so this should not be this hard to talk.  

 

His senses were jolted as he heard her delicate voice addressing the person, "Deep cafe for Hiroshi-san?" It had been a year since he last heard that soft angelic tone, and how he longed to hear his name from her lips again. Before he could finally face her as she turned around, a man in a suit stepped in front of him, intercepting the barista's attention to grab his own coffee. "Excuse me, kid," the man said dismissively.

 

The barista, noticing another customer behind the suit man but not knowing who it really is, swiftly handed the coffee to the suited man, saying with a cheery tone, "Here you go, Sir!" The boy's hopes were slightly deflated as he watched the man leave, irritating him for interrupting his moment to connect with her. With a sigh, he mentally prepared himself, wondering if she had even noticed his presence since she had not fully turned around yet.

 

Before he could make a move, the cheerful barista assured him, "I will be with you, sir.", her soft voice filled with warmth as she continued to prepare a batch of coffee. Humming in a dulcet tone. His heart raced, and his tongue felt tied in knots. He had never been particularly skilled at conversing with someone, let alone someone he had unresolved feelings for especially already been...intimate with.

 

As the barista finished rinsed the coffee equipment and washing her hands and began walking towards the register, she finally turned around, ready to take his order,  "What can I get—eh?" The blond barista's surprise was evident as she realized that the customer had vanished, leaving her to wonder about the missed opportunity to serve him.

 

"Oí Kurusu! Stop looking at the door unless customers are coming in! The other three customers are waiting!" Her boss had came out of his office to use the restroom when he noticed his employee is distracted as other two customers are waiting. 

 

She flinched at his stern voice and maintained her composure, "Y-yes sorry, sir!" She continue to make the order, unaware who was the customer that had left. 

 

Megumi had quietly slipped away from the coffee shop, leaving his moment of potential closure behind. Cursing himself as he is blaming losing for his cowardliness. Placing both hands in his jeans, closing his eyes as he continues to walk on sidewalk. 

 

He better get back to his apartment and get started with his homework for his market class tomorrow. Well first he has to go to a market to get some groceries.

 

 

He can try this again tomorrow at the same time. Hopefully not busy.

 

 

——————

 

 

"Holy shit." Junpei exclaimed in disbelief, his jaw dropping as he instinctively placed both hands on the small table, narrowly avoiding spilling his mango smoothie in the process. The enormity of the revelation that Itadori just shared with him was shocking beyond words.

 

Itadori nodded solemnly, taking a sip of his caramel frappuccino before carefully setting it down on the table. "Yeah, it turns out my teacher is actually my mom," he confirmed.

 

Junpei's eyes widened even further, his surprise palpable. "Wait, so that's why you ran out of the school building that day? That must have been an incredibly tough blow to suddenly have to understand.... It kinda makes sense now, though, considering how she treats you like her own," he said, finding a seat again, equally stunned by this bombshell. "Geez man. I could see why you had to have some space." Junpei observed his friend's feature, a little concern. "You looked like crap not gonna lie. I hope you are taking care of yourself lately."

 

Itadori smiles. "Thanks for pointing that obvious out. Honestly I am still processing this shit. However I gotta man up and take care of myself instead of crying around." He scratches his head, realizing he needs to shower or a bath. Probably a bath. "I will return To school in two days. I was going to return tomorrow but after that disappointing conversation...I'm gonna need a extra day off."

 

"Fine by me. I will bring in some snacks and beverages and rented movies for you to at least cheer you up while your mentally recovering." Junpei says with sincere. 

 

"I appreciated that." Itadori realized and mentions. "To make up for my lack of hangouts with you, let's do a movie night this weekend. I will be making my famous ginger chicken meatball." 

 

"Sure sounds like a plan! I will bringing in the good sweets. Any movie ideas?" Junpei asked smiling.

 

"I don't know yet. Either horror, thriller, sci-fi, or some action. Something that is hilariously bad or entertaining. Mostly bad. I will look into the movies and let you know." Itadori laughs, hearing his own genuine laugh has bring less tense himself. 

 

"Do I need to ask your teacher for permission to hang out? Will she let us stay up all night with the tv volume all the up and food all over?" Junpei chuckle at the joke which Itadori also laughs along but than quickly stops when he thought of his teacher...his mom.

 

"Her being my mom and my teacher....still doesn't sit well with me," Itadori admitted, the weight of the situation evident in his voice.

 

"If I have to be honest. You got the jackpot. Having your mom as your teacher is a stroke of luck. She's a kind and genuine person unlike your dad," Junpei remarked. "Your dad sounds like the worst, trying to make your mom get an abortion, shirking his duties as a father, and avoiding you guys... it's just so sad. You're better off not having grown up with him." 

 

Junpei paused to take a sip of his drink. "I'm surprised he was well...but only gained access to trust funds after his relationship with his family soured, and he was partially supporting you all. But I bet his trust funds have run out by now." 

 

Itadori rubs his tired eyes and exhausted. If he has to be honest, he should have disowned his own dad after what he had heard but...

 

He still wants to know more about him. If there is actually a good, loving and caring side and if there any times he tried to keep him throughout the adoption. Any wonderful and meaningful moments they both had together that he must know. He also knows it is impossible but he wants to meet him and talk to him one and one. To see him with his own eyes. 

 

"What have you discovered so far?" Junpei asked as he took couple sips of his smoothie. "I know your parents had a tough relationship but Why exactly happened between them? To the point the point you had to placed up for adoption? Anything else about your dad?"

 

Itadori didn't reply to the question as he didnt feel good about answering since Utahime refused to go on further details about his father. Since his dad what lead up to the downfall of the once wholesome family they had become. But it looks like she has also something to hide that she did not want to confess to him.

 

"She doesn't want to tell me the reason how it all went down. Despite telling me what troubles they had going on, she didn't tell me what was the turning point." He sighed as he stirs his frappe. "From what I was told, they argued so much and would had problems constantly. Mostly from my dad." 

 

"I am guessing what he did must have been either horrific or terrible that may have damaged the remaining trust." Junpei took another thought of thinking. Realized...."But..."

 

"But what?" Itadori asks.

 

"You have been hearing how shit of a dad your dad was. How reckless and careless and selfish he was. But not from her own side..." Junpei said. "I don't want to make assumptions but maybe she is not telling you the whole entire story.

 

 "I.." if itadori has to be honest, he doesn't want to imagine that his own mother is keeping secrets from him or hiding the whole story just to make him feel better or...to make her look victim. He wants to believe she may have her own valid reasons to not tell him important and certain things that he must not know and not get shatter.  Even though right now he isn't feel whole comfortable to be around her, he doesn't want to have his own perspectives of her to be ruined if she is lying in front of him selfishly. 

 

Junpei noticed his discomfortness and before saying something to him, the barista had come over with a pastry in her hand.

 

"Hi guys! I got toasted chocolate crossaint for Itadori Yuji?..." 

 

Itadori gave her a smile as he raised his hand. "That's me." 

 

The young blonde barista blushed slightly as she nervously handed him the delicious pastry. "I hope I didn't interrupt your conversation or anything." 

 

"Not at all. We were just catching up," Itadori reassured her, glancing at his best friend. His brow furrowed when Junpei wiggled his eyebrows at the barista and then at him, leaving Itadori confused.

 

"Don't worry Kurusu-San. You didn't interrupt anything. Besides you are just doing your job that is all." Junpei waved his hand. "How is work by the way? I know you started working a month ago but you seemed like you are managing very well." 

 

She smiles as she nodded her head. "Yeah i am actually getting used to this job...although i am mostly doing all the work." 

 

"That is because nobody wants to work with that asshole of your boss." Junpei joked as Kurusu giggles.

 

"I just realized you started working here just now. Welcome! Haha, wait, what happened to the last barista?" Itadori inquires as he takes a bite of his croissant.

 

"Well, according to my boss, she had some creative differences and wanted to explore other opportunities in her career," the new barista explains.

 

"In other words, she quit. No need to sugarcoat it," Junpei and Itadori chuckle as Kurusu nervously joins in.

 

"When did you start working here? I haven't been to this cafe in a while and I haven't seen you before," Itadori asks with a smile, causing the petite blonde to blush before answering.

 

"I started working here a month ago, but I moved to Kyoto a year ago. My aunt encouraged me to go out more and gain experience, so I decided to work at a cafe because I love cafes and enjoy baking," Kurusu replies cheerfully as she clears their plates. "Do you guys need anything else?" She adds, stealing a few glances at Itadori and Junpei. Mostly at Itadori. 

 

"No, everything is great here. I need to visit this place more often. The croissant you made is really delicious. Finally, a cafe that is starting to stand out! You're also cool to talk to," Itadori complimented, causing her to blush.

 

"O-Oh, really? Thank you so much!You're only the second person to tell me that," she smiled as she carried both plates and made her way to the kitchen.

 

As she walked in, Junpei chuckled before teasingly nudging his friend, "Hey, I think she's into you! She totally likes you, man!" 

 

Itadori scrunch his eyebrows, "what? No she's not. What are you talking about?-''

 

"You are going to ask her out or what? She is very cute and maybe...showing some figure underneath that baggy clothes she's wearing. Only way to find out if you know what I mean." Junpei wiggle his eyes brows before elbowing his friend. 

 

"You are weird. No I won't and I had just to met her! It be strange to ask her out right there." Itadori took couple lasts sips of his frappe before setting. "Besides you know I still have feelings for....her."

 

"Ozawa Yuko? Yuji, I know....but she isn't coming back. She moved away 5 years ago and that was before we both had phones. It is best to move on and I am sure she wants you to do the same." Junpei genuine says.

 

He stare at Junpei for couple a second before turning his gaze away, "Nah I am willing to wait for her."

 

"I am saying it is for the best. Besides, you are single and Kurusu seems like a sweet girl! Also, the way she blushes and flusters around you. I guess what you called it, maybe...love at first sight or lust I don't know."Junpei chuckles as Itadori rolled his eyes. 

 

"Speaking of lust, you need to get out there. We are getting to the age where we should start thinking about—"

 

 

Itadori groans, "We are teenagers and you are thinking that kind of vulgarity? I get it you have experience which was only one time and I am still 'pure' aka a virgin but no need to shame me—"

 

 

"I..was taking about dating...." 

 

 

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Two days have passed. Itadori is jotting down notes for his lessons while listening to his teacher going through the chapter and the homework assignments that he didn't get a chance to do. It was awkward when he entered the classroom, intending to talk to her after school hours, especially with other students around. He had to pretend that she was just his teacher and nothing more, just to get through the day.

 

Perhaps this will be the routine every day.

 

Perhaps for the rest of his life.

 

He doesn't know how long he can keep his sanity intact.

 

He found it challenging to make it to class, no longer the eager first one through the door but now the very last. Even after waiting five minutes past the bell, he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

 

Throughout the class, as Utahime gave her lecture, she couldn't help but notice Itadori's detachment. Absorbed in his notes, he meticulously transcribed every word she uttered, never once lifting his gaze even when she highlighted key points on the board. The atmosphere in the classroom felt tense and uneasy.

 

Her heart ached at the sight, understanding the turmoil he must be going through. She too shared similar feelings but couldn't afford to skip a single session. Itadori had just received the news, and she had filled him in on everything not long ago. He was still grappling with the truth, trying to come to terms with it.

 

Utahime wished there was something she could do to ease his burden. Once the lesson concluded with the ringing bell signaling the end of class, students began to file out to their next lessons. As the classroom emptied, Utahime called out to Itadori.

 

He paused but didn't bother to turn around, letting other students pass him by. When the last student exited, Utahime approached him with a calm and caring tone. "I hope you're feeling okay after our talk. I can see that you're...not your usual self."

 

"I'm fine. I have to get to my next class or I'll be late," Itadori replied dismissively, already heading towards the door.

 

"Alright. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk—" Utahime trailed off as he left, leaving her alone with her thoughts and a wave of sadness washing over her.

 

 

————-

 

 

Itadori strolled towards his next class with a mind full of distraction. Unsure if he could maintain his composure much longer, especially once she began speaking to him. The urge to be home, screaming into the void, tugged at him. Yet, he knew he had to keep going to school to secure his living situation. Pausing in the men's restroom, he splashed water on his face, took deep breaths, and finally exited, ready to face the world again.

 

Just as his despondent thoughts threatened to overwhelm him, Itadori felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Turning, he found Todo, wearing a reassuring smile.

 

"Brother! Where have you been all this time? You had me worried," Todo exclaimed, his concern evident. "Is everything alright? You don't look well."

 

Itadori smiled and nodded, "Yeah, just dealing with some personal stuff. I wasn't taking care of myself, but I'm back now!" Giving Todo a thumbs up.

 

"Ah, good to hear! Remember, if you ever need a shoulder to lean on..." Todo squeezed Itadori in a friendly embrace, eliciting a soft huff from Itadori. "I'm always here, best friend!"

 

"Uh...o-ok th..thanks!" Itadori smiles.

 

"If you want my advice, I recommend take a nice lander bubble bath while watching..." Todo pulls out his phone and shows a picture of a popular idol woman. "And enjoy her captivating music videos while you unwind in the bath," he said, expressing his admiration for her.

 

"Nobuko Takada? I've heard she's good." Itadori remarks.

 

"She's not just talented! She's extraordinary! Her beauty and charisma make her an incredible. She shines bright on stage with her powerful vocals, captivating dance moves, and engaging personality that truly mesmerizes us her loyal fans!"he said dreamily, which slightly unsettled Itadori. "One day, I will marry her!"

 

"Uhh..." Itadori glanced at the time on his phone. "Oh no, I'm going to be late for my next class!" With a gentle pull, Itadori extracted himself from Todo's embrace and hurried off to his class.

 

"Hey, let me share her top songs with you, my friend! Although all of her songs are fantastic, there are a few that may ease your mind," Todo exclaimed with a grin. "Let me know what you think! But I know you will love them!"

 

Itadori looks over and nods, "uh..a-alright alright!" 

 

As he is walking away, He forgot what next class he needs to go. Couple his class are different now because it is the new semester. He couldnt recall what elective classes he signed up for. He pulled up his schedulee sheet and look.

 

 

Ohhhh Marketing. Why did I picked that? Ah..I submitted my registration too late. My advisor must have picked this as the most available classes. Well let's see....oh shit i am already late!

 

 

—————

 

 

"Please turn to page 54 and complete questions 1, 8, 9, 16, 24, and 25 for the class activity. Make sure to turn them in before the end of class," said the male teacher, adjusting his glasses.

 

Nearly every student groaned at the amount of work ahead as they reached for their textbooks and notebooks.

 

"Don't groan, these questions are vital for understanding marketing and will be on the upcoming test in two weeks," he stated firmly, raising his voice slightly as he walked back to his desk.

 

There was another collective groan from the class.

 

"What did I just say—"

 

The door swung open as Itadori burst in, breathing heavily. "Sorry I'm late, Sensei... I lost track of time!" Itadori bowed apologetically, awaiting his teacher's response. He heard footsteps approaching and stopped in front of him.

 

"I expect punctuality in my class. I do not tolerate tardiness. However, considering your absence due to illness, I will overlook it this time," the teacher sighed.

 

Itadori stood up immediately, looking grateful. "Thank you! I won't let it happen again!" His expression froze slightly as he took in his teacher's appearance.

 

The tall man had blonde hair neatly styled with a part. His thin eyebrows and small eyes were often shielded by sunglasses that lacked earpieces.

 

He felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't place it.

 

"Itadori Yuji, correct?" the teacher asked.

 

Itadori snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, "Yes, that's me."

 

"Do not disrupt my class like a maniac. You're a student here and must show respect to me and your classmates," the teacher said sternly before turning away.

 

"Find an empty desk anywhere in the classroom, and ask a classmate to help you catch up on what you missed in class," the male teacher directed, gesturing towards the room as he made his way back his own desk to retrieve the classroom activity papers for his students.

 

Itadori scanned the room and noticed that all the desks were occupied - except for one at the far left corner. Surprisingly, it was right next to his new neighbor. As he approached the desk, he greeted the person sitting there with a smile, saying, "Heyyy, it's you!"

 

The raven-haired male flinched, almost dropping his pencil as he worked on his activity sheet. He looked up with an irritated expression before widening his eyes in recognition.

 

"Oh... it's you. I didn't realize you... actually went here," he remarked, furrowing his eyebrows as he resumed working on the assignment.

 

Itadori chuckled, "I had no idea you went to this school! We could have walked to school together if I had known." Pulling out a chair, he leaned on the desk, trying to engage the other student in conversation.

 

A small vein popped on the side of the raven-haired male's forehead as he tried to concentrate. "I prefer to walk alone."

 

"But it's more fun to walk together! By the way, I didn't catch your name. I'm Itadori Yuji..." he introduced himself, trailing off as he realized something.

 

Wait. She never told me what was my real name was. Well...I did have forgot to ask her. But she never mentions by name during her story. Was my original name was really that bad to mention?

 

Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he was brought back to reality by the sound of his sensei's voice beside him. "I see you're sitting next to Fushiguro Megumi. That's great, as he's a reliable partner to help you catch up. I'm sure he can guide you through what's happening here."

 

Megumi stiffened before meeting his teacher's gaze. "Wait... Do I have to, Nanami-sensei?"

 

"Is there an issue with that, Fushiguro?" Nanami inquired, raising an eyebrow at his student's tone.

 

With a sigh, Megumi responded, "No, there isn't."

 

"Good," Nanami said as he handed Itadori the classroom activities, past and current homework assignments, and the lesson packet. "Here are all the materials you missed. I'm granting you a one-week extension for the two missed homework assignments. The covered learning materials are in the lesson packet, with the corresponding pages and chapters listed. The upcoming first and second quizzes, which are written, will also be in a week."

 

Itadori internally groaned. "Wow, that's quite a bit... I hope I can grasp it all..."

 

"Fushiguro has consistently scored well on the assignments and written quizzes here, and since you're sitting next to him, he will be a great help in catching up on what we've discussed in class. The test will be in two weeks," Nanami said earnestly, hoping that his student Fushiguro would assist his other student in understanding the lesson material.

 

"He could definitely help me! We live in the same apartment so I guess I can spend at his place or at mine.  I should be able to catch up quickly!" Itadori grinned as Megumi grew irritated at the exposure, providing their teacher with even more reason to help Itadori.

 

"I'm delighted to hear that, Fushiguo. I trust you have everything under control. Since this assignment allows for solo or partner work, I assume you won't mind teaming up with him." Nanami began to walk away to observe the other students, leaving the two alone.

 

"Alright, what are we learning today?" Itadori glanced at the marketing assignment before his eyes widened. "You'll have to explain everything we've covered so far because I'm pretty lost." Itadori chuckled nervously.

 

"First, we'll tackle the in-class activity that's due by the end of the period. Since we're partners now, and I've already made some progress, we'll continue from where I left off." Megumi displayed his work and placed it in the middle for Itadori to review. "Let's start with the fundamentals - the 4P's: Product, Price, Place, and Promotion."

 

Itadori looked puzzled. "How do these relate to our project?"

 

"What do you mean?" Megumi raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

 

"I mean, why call them the 4P's? It sounds like a bunch of 'pees' or 'penis,' don't you think?" Itadori grinned.

 

 

Oh god, this is going to be a long day...Megumi thought to himself.

 

 

——————

 

 

"Ahh, that new elective class! I heard it just started at the beginning of this semester with a new teacher who also began teaching this semester," Junpei mentioned. "I heard he used to work for a business corporation but quit because he felt it was a waste of time," Junpei continued, looking a bit confused.

 

"Was he making a lot of money?" Itadori inquired as he took a bite of his salmon.

 

"I heard he makes a stash of cash, yet he still quit? It's confusing how he transitioned from a businessman to a teacher... wouldn't you want to retire? And why teach marketing if you found your previous job 'a waste of time'?" Junpei pondered.

 

"He's probably going to waste even more time as a teacher," Itadori remarked, and they chuckled. "Marketing class is no joke. But I'm grateful this nice guy is helping me out."

 

"It sounds like you've made a new best friend," Junpei teased before digging into his rice.

 

"He's not that bad once you get to know him. Well if you can." Itadori says as he is recalling, "I tried talking to him into a conversation, he just responded with a 'hmm.' However, he only talk thag much when he was explaining what my marketing class had covered," Itadori shared as he chewed his salmon daikon. "I tried catching up to him to hang out after class, but when everyone was leaving, I lost him in the crowd. It was strange because he just vanished."

 

"He probably doesn't want to be around you," Junpei joked, as Itadori shook his head. "Nah, I doubt that."

 

"He seems new to this school if he moved into your apartment. Do you remember when he moved in?" Junpei asked, grabbing another piece of rice.

 

"I don't remember; I was busy sulking in my room all day, watching Seinfeld reruns and eating a bucket of ice cream," Itadori confessed.

 

"He must have moved in before the semester started. Can you describe what he looks like again?"

 

"He's tall, a guy, and has spiky hair," Itadori vaguely described.

 

"Okay, can you be more specific than that?" Junpei pressed, narrowing his eyes.

 

"Hmm, I'm trying to recall. He has expressionless face," Junpei suggested, looking over Itadori's shoulder.

 

"Does he have hair that looks like a sea urchin? Green eyes, right? And from your description, does he seem to prefer solitude, like some sort of antisocial type?" Junpei continued, glancing behind Itadori.

 

"Yeah, I suppose so. Why do you ask?" Itadori followed Junpei's gaze, turning around to be startled by the sight of the same individual sitting alone in a corner of the lunchroom, quietly eating. "That's him!" he pointed out. "Is he really sitting by himself?"

 

"It looks like it. So, that's the person you were referring to. He doesn't seem interested in engaging with others or being part of a group..." Junpei's words were interrupted as Itadori suddenly stood up, grabbing his lunch and motioning for his friend to do the same.

 

"Let's go join him! He's new here, so we can't just leave him on his own." Before Junpei could object, Itadori headed towards the small lunch table. Junpei let out a sigh and shook his head.

 

Meanwhile, Megumi was engrossed in scrolling through Instagram reels on his phone to pass the time. However, his peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by a voice he hoped not to hear.

 

"Hey, Fushiguro! You seem to be alone at this table. Do you mind if we join you?" Itadori beamed, gesturing to his friend to indicate they would be joining Megumi.

 

Megumi set down his phone, furrowing his brow. "Actually, I do mind—"

 

"Great!" Itadori placed his bento on the table, with Junpei settling down next to him and doing the same.

 

Megumi closed his eyes in frustration. 

I thought this lunch break would be relaxing....

 

"I had no idea we had the same lunch period! We could have gone to the cafeteria together!" Itadori exclaimed with a laugh. "Meet my best friend Junpei. Once you get to know him, you'll see he doesn't bite."

 

Junpei smiled and waved, saying, "Hey."

 

"I never got the chance to thank you for your help in Marketing. The class has been a real struggle already," Itadori groaned, rubbing his head.

 

"Why did you choose that class if you didn't want to be there?" Megumi questioned.

 

"I was going to ask the same thing," Junpei added.

 

"You know, Junpei, things were rough for me before the semester started. I was really down and forgot to register for classes," Itadori explained, recalling his struggle with depression.

 

"You were that guy?" Megumi asked, slightly amused.

 

Itadori and Junpei looked at each other, confused about what Megumi was referring to.

 

"What guy?" Itadori inquired.

 

"Well, not my words, but the apartment manager's... 'a depressive bum idiot.' He used to complain about you mumbling," Megumi shared. "Honestly. I thought you were a crackhead."

 

Junpei laughed. "You did look like you were on something."

 

Itadori rolled his eyes but chuckled. "Well, I'm getting back on track now and starting to look like myself again."

 

"Physically? You never were." Junpei joked.

 

"Quiet." Itadori says. "But it's no surprise that guy is talking crap about me. Well mostly about my...gramps... when he was still alive. Now that he's gone, I guess I'm his new target," Itadori remarked, catching Megumi off guard with his tone when he mentioned 'gramps.'

 

"You're like his punching bag now. I thought he'd be one gone before your grandpa," Junpei commented as he popped two more pieces of salmon into his mouth.

 

"Oh, your grandpa passed away recently? I'm sorry to hear that. Is that why you were so distressed that day?" Megumi asked, softening his expression.

 

Itadori paused, "Um, well...he passed away months ago, but something else happened recently that I'd rather not discuss." He took a bite of rice and swallowed. "I'm okay now."

 

"Oh, I see," Megumi responded.

 

"But his grandpa was a wonderful man who raised him since he was seven, like a second father figure! Right, Yuji?" Junpei turned to his friend, hoping for a response.

 

Itadori remained silent, focusing on his meal.

 

"Was he your only family?" Megumi inquired.

 

"My...parents died in a car accident, so my grandpa became my guardian and took care of me," Itadori explained. "But in a way, yes, he was my only family. The rest of my relatives didn't want anything to do with him. I'm not sure why; probably family drama. But it doesn't matter."

 

"He left me his apartment and a sum of money to support myself in his will. Oh, and his lawyer, so it's nothing significant," Itadori stated nonchalantly, dismissing the importance of his grandfather's inheritance.

 

For him, it held no value.

 

Megumi raised an eyebrow, but Junpei interjected, elbowing him gently. "Come on, show some empathy. I know you've been through a lot, but don't take it out on him. Not cool."

 

"Whatever," Itadori mumbled as he took a bite of his meat, his mind drifting away. He didn't feel like sharing everything that had happened, especially about his adoptive parents. The thought of them being his real parents was hard for him to accept.

 

"I sense that this is personal, something I shouldn't be involved in," Megumi remarked before starting to pack up. Itadori interrupted him before he could leave.

 

"Oh, sorry about that! Let's move on to something else! We're here to get to know you. Tell us about yourself," Itadori said cheerfully, bringing back his usual positive energy.

 

"I'm not sure I want to," Megumi replied, feeling irritated that these strangers were prying into his life.

 

"Why not? I thought you seemed cool when we talked. Lunchtime is the perfect chance for us to bond," Itadori insisted, leaning in.

 

"Yeah, like when I first met this guy, I was so awkward until he got me to open up. We have a lot in common," Junpei added, smiling. Megumi felt a bit uncomfortable seeing their friendly interaction. He was about to decline but recalled the advice...

 

'You need to get out of comfort zone like by start be more social. Get out more and make more friends.'

 

 

He let out a sighed.

 

 

"Fine," Megumi finally agreed.

 

"You don't have to share everything, just the basics," Itadori suggested.

 

"The basics?" Megumi questioned, confused by the vague request.

 

"You know the basics?" Itadori slightly leaned his head as he is kinda confused of his question which when Itadori asked is very vague. 

 

"Never mind." Megumi sat down before hesitating to speak. 

 

"I am an exchange student from Tokyo High School. I arrived here three weeks ago, just before the semester started. I am really enjoying the peaceful environment here in Kyoto compared to Tokyo." Megumi struggled to find the right words to continue the conversation, feeling the pressure to shorten his responses. He knew he needed to work on his social skills.

 

"Oh, yeah I forgot your an exchange student! But Awesome! I've heard about those programs before. Kyoto probably doesn't get many exchange students, especially from the same country," Itadori's eyes lit up at the mention of the word "exchange." "I wonder what it's like to be part of that program!"

 

"It's pretty expensive, ranging from 165,000 yen to 550,000 yen. You have to be very loaded to afford even one semester!" Junpei remarked, finding it amusing that Megumi was an exchange student.

 

"Are you rich?" Itadori's question caught Megumi off guard.

 

"That's a strange thing to ask!" Junpei muttered and lightly smacked Itadori on the back of his head.

 

"I agree," Megumi sighed, resting his chin on his hand, already finding Itadori's behavior odd and somewhat annoying.

 

"What made you decide to exchange in Koyoto? I mean not that there is nothing wrong with that! You could have gone anywhere in the world but why here?" Junpei asked as he finished his last salmon.

 

“I wanted to learn about different cultures during my exchange experience and gain guidance to expand my perspectives. I like to explore myself into better shape. It be nice for me to be more cultural component to other cities in Japan. that is why" Megumi looked away as he told them his reasoning.

 

The first time in the conversation that he avoided eye contact and it is that question.

 

That is the truth right? That is what he keeps telling himself that. 

 

"That's neat! What kind of exchange program is it?" Itadori asked. 

 

"Rotary International" Megumi answered.

 

"So it's just this semester? Not a year or the entire high school years?" Junpei asks.

 

"Yeah! Seems like a rather short journey you're embarking on. With school and homework taking up your time, you may not have the opportunity to fully explore all that Kyoto has to offer."

 

Megumi responded, "I just want to have a brief experience, not a long absence. My personal life and friends are back home, and I can't just leave them behind."

 

"Ah, a little getaway sounds good! I could use a break from here too!" Itadori chimed in enthusiastically

 

Megumi furrowed his brows and clarified, "It's not a vacation—"

 

"Wasn't two weeks enough for you?" Junpei teasingly asked Itadori. 

 

Itadori sighed, "No, there's more I need to address. I want to clear my mind and unwind during the program, experiencing new things in Japan like trying out the unique desserts, trying out arcade games, watching movies, and more." He envisioned himself traveling in Japan, immersing himself in the culture and enjoying his time exploring the surroundings.

 

Wait...isn't this what my real dad did? Didn't he wanted to have a getaway vocation after all the time he had to deal with me?....Utahime-sensei did said he wanted to explore the world after high school....

 

"Yeah, studying during your trip is something every high schooler wants during their break. Also, you need to meet certain GPA requirements or have a strong academic background to be eligible for the program," Junpei thought to himself, grateful for the interruption before his thoughts could progress further.

 

"Are you saying that I don't?" Itadori turned towards Junpei, his brow furrowed in offense.

 

"I've seen your grades!" Junpei says.

 

"As if yours are any better!" Itadori called him out.

 

As their argument continued, Megumi saw an opportunity to leave quietly. But before he could even start to rise, Itadori exclaimed, "Oh, lunchtime is over! Let's do this again tomorrow. This was fun!" Itadori grinned as Junpei nodded in agreement.

 

"Hey Fushiguro! Maybe we both could let you come to our hangouts sometimes and get you to explore as much as you can before the semester ends!" Itadori waved as he got up and grabbed his belongings along with Junpei. 

 

"And watch Yuji stuff his face with bunch of sweets craps or junkies and see if he doesn't choke or puke."Junpei chuckled before Itadori playfully bumped his head.

 

"I don't just buy sweets, Junpei! I also grab other stuffs like-"

 

"Grabbing a Victoria's Secret catalogue from the mall's trash?" Junpei said but Itadori elbows him with slight embarrassment. "You know I'm not old enough to buy actual adult magazines! Victoria's Secret's magazines are my playboy magazines! So does yours!" Itadori whispers to his friend's ears, causing Junpei to burst. Megumi furrowing his eyebrows at their weirdness. 

 

"Anwayyy want to come to my place for a movie night this Friday? I'll make the snacks!" Itadori offered.

 

"We watch all sorts of movies, from bad ones to classics, horror, or whatever we're in the mood for," Junpei added as he packed up his things.

 

"We especially enjoy making fun of bad movies, and I've already picked out one that I know will have us laughing like crazy," Itadori smirked, clutching his stomach with one arm.

 

"I'll consider it. Thanks for the invite," Megumi said as he put on his earbuds and searched for playlists to avoid further conversations with the quirky pair. "I have to go to my next class."

 

Before they could bid farewell, Megumi quickly walked off into the bustling crowd.

 

"See you later, Fushiguro!" Itadori called out with his hands shaped like a megaphone.

 

"I don't think he's in a hurry for class," Junpei observed.

 

"Nah! Hey, how about we go back to the cafe? I'm craving some of her-" Itadori started.

 

"And I thought you weren't that promiscuous! Here you are, about to lose your-" Junpei teased.

 

"I meant Kurusu's pastries...weirdo," Itadori shot him a side-eye with a playful grimace.

 

 

—————

 

 

While Utahime gathered her scattered papers on the desk, reflected on the daunting task ahead. Half papers were graded, the other half awaited her attention. Despite grappling with emotional turmoil, she knew her focus should remain on her important responsibilities. Determined to finish grading that night, even if it meant skipping dinner, she organized the papers neatly in a stack next to her folder. Exhausted from a long day, her fatigue deepened when her son returned home. Engaging with him became increasingly challenging, especially after their recent difficult conversation.

 

She understood his reluctance to communicate. Her responses had fallen short, leaving her feeling like a coward for not sharing the whole truth. Uncertain whether revealing the complete story was the right choice, the weight of her decision loomed heavy. Confronting him now might cause initial pain but prevent lasting damage, while staying silent could have lasting repercussions on their relationship.

 

Her head turned around at the sound of the door knob turning, her eyes widening as she caught sight of him, momentarily halting her task of picking up scattered papers.

 

"Hi," Itadori greeted with a wave as he closed the door behind him. "I have something to say."

 

Utahime met his gaze and released a weary sigh, resuming her actions of gathering the papers. "Itadori-san, I'm afraid I may not have the time to continue this conversation-"

 

"No, it's not about that," Itadori interrupted, approaching her and placing his backpack on a nearby desk. He closed his eyes briefly, then exhaled deeply before fixing his gaze on her.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

Utahime's eyes widened briefly before she composed herself, placing the papers on the desk and turning to face him. "No, I should be the one apologizing to you. I should have been more forthcoming in answering your questions. You deserve to know. I... I-"

 

Itadori raised his hand, halting her words, shaking his head as he locked eyes with her.

 

"I understand the decisions you had to make, and I should have been more considerate. It must have been incredibly challenging to revisit those memories and sacrifices you made to create a better life and career—especially when it concerns me, the one you had to give up, the one you discovered is your student. I truly hope that time has passed as wounds had healed." Itadori genuine said. "You had opened up about your past..just for me to know. I'm not going to continue asking about your past. However...Whenever you're ready, even if it takes years, I'll be here, ready to listen." He offered her a warm smile.

 

Utahime trembled with emotion as she attempted to speak, but Itaodor's words persisted.

 

"I want to focus on continuing our relationship as student and teacher," he let out a sigh. 

 

"Honestly, knowing your my...mom and teacher at the same

time... sounds...still sounds strange to me. I may be not get used to this quickly." 

 

However he gently smiled. "However, it does not mean I am not open to it." 

 

This made Utahime shock. 

 

"If you're ready and willing, we can explore the possibility of a mother-son bond. But if not, that's perfectly alright." He said.

 

Utahime couldn't help but smile through her tears.

 

"I'm truly fine with either option. Whatever feels right for you," Itadori reassured her.

 

As he finished speaking, he was taken aback by a sudden tight embrace, causing him to bump into a desk. Utahime held him close, resting her head on his shoulder, tears streaming down her face and dampening his school uniform. In that moment, enveloped in each other's warmth and energy, they felt a depth of affection and closeness they had not experienced in a long time.

 

"I would be more than happy to embrace that relationship," Utahime whispered, her embrace tightening.

 

Still surprised by her unexpected gesture, Itadori hesitated, his eyes darting around in uncertainty.

 

Itadori has to admit the hug felt warm and nice. 

 

Despite feeling the comfort of the hug, he couldn't deny a sense of unease. "Um... Utahime-sensei..." he began tentatively.

 

Realizing the sudden intimacy might be overwhelming for him, Utahime released him from the hug, offering a light-hearted apology. "I'm so sorry! I should have not cross boundaries so quickly," she said, chuckling nervously, a sentiment echoed by Itadori. "I shouldn't have done that. You're still processing everything, and I should have respected that."

 

"It's alright," Itadori said as he gathered his belongings. "I need to head home now. I have a lot of homework to catch up on." He glanced at the pile of papers on her desk. "Need a hand?" Walking over to her desk, Utahime nodded in agreement, and they both started organizing the papers.

 

"I have a ton of grading and corrections to do as well. Looks like we'll both be pretty busy, huh?" Utahime remarked. "Good luck with your assignments."

 

"Thanks. One of my classes might be as challenging as yours," Itadori commented with a slight grin.

 

"Oh? Which class is that?" Utahime inquired.

 

"Marketing. It's a new elective class with a new teacher," Itadori mentioned as he handed her the last paper.

 

"Yes, I heard about it! How are you finding the class so far?" Utahime asked as she placed the files into her bag.

 

"It's been pretty dull. I didn't even choose that class; I turned in my registration late over the break, and my advisor picked the next available elective for me," Itadori explained as he picked up his bag. "Thanks to someone who happens to be a teacher," he eyed at her.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were—" Utahime started, but Itadori cut in.

 

"I was just teasing, Utahime-Sensei," Itadori chuckled, and Utahime rolled her eyes. Just like father and son...

 

They both made their way to the entrance, and just as Utahime's hand reached for the doorknob, Itadori stopped her.

 

"I know we both agreed to hold off on the conversation since you're busy, but I have one simple, hopefully answerable question for you..." Itadori walked beside her, meeting her puzzled gaze as she turned around.

 

"And what might that be?" she asked.

 

Itadori flashed a teeth-revealing smile. "What was my original name before?"

 

 

Notes:

March. 14: Chapters posted 3/3

 

Also I ship Megumi Fushiguro x Hana Kurusu and Yuji Itadori x Ozawa Yuko

Chapter 16: CHAPTER 15

Notes:

CHAPTER 15

Strolling along the sidewalk towards the cafe, Megumi is making his way to where she is, hoping to speak to her once more. This is his second attempt, as the first time he lacked the courage to engage in conversation and left. The second opportunity was yesterday when he encountered Itadori Yuji and his companion. 

 

Preferring to remain unseen, especially on a midweek afternoon post-school hours when the cafe should be empty, Megumi understands that if he doesn't seize this moment, he will live with regret.

 

His contemplation is suddenly interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. Retrieving his phone, he notices it's his sister calling. While continuing his walk, he answers, "Hey Tsumiki."

 

"Hi Megumi! How's your exchange program going?" Her gentle voice exudes warmth.

 

Amidst the sound of rolling wheels in the background, Megumi shares, "I'm quite enjoying it. The places I've been exploring are truly captivating. Where are you, Tsumiki? You don't sound like you're at home."

 

Tsumiki admits, "Oh, well, I'm actually headed to the subway station for a trip I completely forgot to mention to you."

 

Surprised, Megumi raises an eyebrow, "You never told me about this trip. Where are you off to?"

 

Apologizing, Tsumiki explains, "I got caught up with school and my clubs, but I'm only going on a short trip. Forget about me for a moment and tell me about your time in Kyoto." As Megumi hears her descending stairs, he realizes she's en route to the subway station.

 

"Have you been enjoying Kyoto so far?" She asked warmly.

 

"The peaceful surroundings have helped me get adjusted to this place. It might be my ideal place if I ever want to get away." He remarked as he turned right and started walking across the street.

 

"That's wonderful to hear! I knew you would settle in soon. It sounds like there's a lot of fun things to do there! I bet the people there are also welcoming and kind," she said sincerely.

 

"They are. I just wish some of them weren't so annoying," he complained, referring to Itadori.

 

His sister chuckled softly, "I'm not surprised to hear you say that. That's just who they are. But I hope they're not causing you too much trouble." He could hear the sounds of the subway station as she sat down and placed her suitcase next to her.

 

"They're not. But he's starting to get on my nerves. I can't seem to escape him since we both go to the same school," he explained.

 

"Him? Oh, it sounds like he wants to be your friend! Maybe you should give him a chance. You'll never know unless you try. He might end up being your best friend, which could be good for you as you need to broaden your social circle," she suggested. "It could be beneficial for you!"

 

"Stop being my guardian," he scoffed. "I've been doing fine on my own for a couple of weeks now."

 

"But Megumi, it's good to be more open and expand your social circle. Think outside the box, leave your comfort zone, and be less abrasive towards others," his sister pointed out.

 

He knew she was looking out for him, wanting him to be more outgoing rather than shutting himself off and venting his frustration by starting fights and snapping at everyone.

 

"I'll try my best," he sighed, glancing ahead, realizing he was close to the cafe.

 

"Good, isn't that what you're striving for? To improve yourself," she said cheerfully.

 

He hesitated slightly before replying, "Y-yeah." He was convincing himself that he was doing this program for his own good, even if deep down he knew it was just part of the plan.

 

"For your own well-being, it's important to embark on a significant and meaningful journey, creating your own path and discovering your purpose. Strive to find happiness," his sister pointed out gently. He could see her eyes soften as she spoke, indicating genuine concern.  "You had been bottling up and acting out by picking fights with the bullies for a while and it is time to change that."

 

"Wasn't I doing that way before?" He said irritated.

 

"You were, but for a year you seem to have regressed to your old ways. You had made great progress in managing your temper and emotions, but now..." she trailed off. 

 

"I am still working on myself, Tsumiki."  He interrupted. "Besides.."

 

"Besides what? We both know why you had been doing that, Megumi..since you and her had split" she pointed out, the sound of her rummaging through her purse faintly audible.

 

Megumi closed his eyes, halting in his tracks. "You really had to bring it up?"

 

"You won't show it but I know you are still deeply hurt when you two had part your own ways...after the terrible argument...and there were very hurtful words you had said to her that I know you didn't mean." She said. "And I know she meant a lot to you since she was the only girl who made you calm down, open up and less intimidated." 

 

He opened his eyes, maintaining a stoic exterior while grappling with inner turmoil over the regretful argument that led to their separation.

 

"She was your special, Megumi. She had you feel things you found it abnormal but grew more comfortable the more you were with here..but since the argument...it went downhill for you. Than when she moved,..it went worse for you to the point you went back to you original ways." She said with a soft sighed. "You need help on becoming better." 

 

"I was a stupid kid last year." He took a sit on a bench. "What I said...well yelled...to her at that time was out of anger and she was already in emotional distraught. I should have been more sensitive." He recalled the heated disagreement he had impulsively. It revolved Hana's abusive biological parents, her court hearing, and his presence as both her partner and emotional pillar of support. The verdict rendered her abusers guilty, a supposed happy resolution that he should have been to help her navigate. However, things took a turn after she delivered powerful speech in court, prompting him to storm out following the final judgment.

 

Days passed without communication as he distanced himself, until one day when she sought answers at his doorstep. This confrontation marked the beginning of their downward spiral, culminating in their eventual breakup. 

 

He could never shake the memory of her tears when he lashed out with hurtful words, criticizing her decisions in a moment of anger. Witnessing her emotional breakdown left him shattered, realizing the gravity of his actions. 

 

He attempted to approach but found himself paralyzed by fear, cursing his own cowardice. When he gathered the courage to console her in tears, she rebuffed him and fled from the room. 

 

Left behind, he was consumed by a sense of emptiness, his spirit fragmented and shattered.

 

"You..don't mean that, Megumi. Please."

 

"No. I can't believe I thought you were different. Instead you are another complete idiot. Your naivety in being kind is almost pathetic. As if that is the noble thing. Even when we were kids, your irritating nature disgusted me that made me used to hating you in the first place."

 

He heard a car honking and quickly stepped back on the crosswalk the car passed by. Lost in a painful memory, he had forgotten about his surroundings. Looking up, he realized he was just two stores down from the cafe.

 

"It's great to see you moving forward! Taking a big step in self-reflection is a positive move. Hana will appreciate your efforts," she remarked.

 

"Sure," he replied, still waiting for the pedestrian light to turn white.

 

"Anyway, what are you up to right now?" she inquired.

 

Not trying to see her...

 

He closed his eyes before opening and replied, "I'm on my way to a cafe," feeling uneasy. He knew he shouldn't keep this from his sister, but he wasn't ready to admit he still held strong feelings for the girl.

 

"Enjoy your time there! What will you be having?" she asked.

 

"Just a black coffee," he answered as the light changed, signaling for him to walk.

 

"Of course, how original," she teased.

 

"This cafe is... different. I haven't been here before, but I hope it suits me," he said anxiously, approaching the cafe.

 

"Alright, give it a try. Explore some traditional Kyoto dishes at Koyoto! I've heard they have the famous Kyoto Matcha Green Tea," she suggested.

 

"Maybe I'll check it out," he replied. Arriving at the cafe's entrance, he pushed the glass door and glanced to his left, surprised.

 

"Oh no, I'm going to be late! Megumi, there's something I need to tell you—"

 

"What the hell!" Megumi stepped back from the entrance and walked in the opposite direction.

 

"Megumi, are you okay? What happened?" His sister asked with concern.

 

He quickly regained his composure and brought the phone back to his ear, "I accidentally left my wallet at home. I need to go back and get it before the café closes."

 

"Ah, okay, you better hurry! I have to go too before I'm late." She said, rustling as she grabbed her suitcase and started jogging.

 

"Can you at least tell me where you're going and who you're meeting?" Megumi asked as he walked away from the entrance.

 

"I'm meeting...someone," she answered with a small sigh.

 

"A date?"

 

She chuckled, "I wish, but it's someone I haven't seen in a long time. You also know her."

 

Megumi couldn't recall any of her friends or childhood friends. "I'm not sure who you're talking about."

 

"I was going to tell you, but it's a long story and I don't have time now. I'll explain next time we talk, hopefully in 2 days. I need to study for an exam on Friday too." She said, getting something and stepping onto the subway. "It's really important."

 

"Is it something I should be worried about?" He raised an eyebrow.

 

"Well...it might not sit well with you. But I hope you'll be supportive. I have to go now, bye Megumi!" Before he could ask more questions, she hung up.

 

"What is it that she is afraid to tell me?" Megumi puts his phone back and continues to walk down. Debating if he should go back to the cafe or not.

 

And What the hell are those two doing in the cafe? Crap I couldn't go anywhere without seeing them. I really don't want to be seen by them. 

 

He let out a frustrated sighed.

And just when the cafe is nearly empty. Any cafes in Kyoto and they choose there? Maybe if I wait 30 minutes, those two idiots will be gone and I can finally have my chance. 

He decided to go to a nearby park and enjoy the scenery and maybe come up with enough conversations to say when he gets to see her. 

 

I know what I'm doing is...probably a stalker like behavior...but....I need this done and I won't have to despise myself any longer. To put this behind. Have her forgiveness. Have this closure...I just want... I want her back. 

 

————

 

"Are you serious?!" Junpei exclaimed, slamming both hands on the round table and causing it to wobble slightly, as Itadori nodded eagerly.

 

"I'm not kidding! This is for real!" Itadori raised his arms, his voice filled enthusiasm.

 

"That's unbelievable. I can't wrap my head around it!" Junpei tried to maintain his composure despite his excitement.

 

"I couldn't believe it either! Some might think being named after cool people or fictional characters is lame, but this is no ordinary character..." Itadori beamed with a wide smile, feeling content after learning his real name.

 

"Yuji, you're incredibly lucky. I can't believe you're named after..."

 

"Hi, guys!" They turned to see the barista girl carrying their orders, placing them on the table. 

 

"Enjoy your meal!"

 

"Thank you!" Junpei and Itadori replied as they dug into their food.

 

Kurusu smiled. "You both seemed very excited during your conversation."

 

"Yeah, we just found out something really cool," Itadori said between bites of his pastry.

 

"We got a little carried away. Sorry if we were too loud," Junpei added as he ate his sandwich.

 

Kurusu shook her head. "You were fine! I just wanted to check in. You both looked happy about something."

 

"It's something or someone we both admire," Itadori said with a smile.

 

"That's cool. I have to head back to wash the dishes. Anything else you need?" she asked, smiling.

 

Junpei shook his head, but Itadori spoke up, "I'll have another strawberry smoothie, please."

 

"Again? You already finished the 2 whole large cups!" Junpei remarked.

 

"It's so delicious! I haven't had a smoothie this good in a while," Itadori commented as Kurusu took the empty glass.

 

"I...I actually made it!" Kurusu blushed, still smiling. "I wanted to try making own smoothies and decided to change up the recipe. Instead of using frozen strawberries, I used fresh ones from my Aunt's garden."

 

Both Junpei and Itadori looked at each other with surprise.

 

"Really? This place never has fresh ingredients," Junpei noted. "That's why this cafe is always empty. The food is terrible."

 

"Yeah, the last time we were here before you arrived, we just had tap water because the food and coffee are awful," Itadori joked, as they all chuckled.

 

"Yeah, I noticed that too. I asked my boss if I could make some changes to the menu, and he agreed to let me start with the drinks. They were a hit, so he asked me to work on the food as well. I made some adjustments to the dishes and pastries," Kurusu explained with a smile.

 

"If you keep improving the menu, people might actually start coming here," Junpei said, finishing his sandwich.

 

"Count us in! Let us know which dishes you've changed, and we'll gladly try them out!" Itadori said with a smile, causing Kurusu to blush.

 

"Of course! Thank you both so much!" Kurusu replied before heading back to the counter to wash the dishes.

 

"Nice job with the flirt. You've got her smitten," Junpei teased Itadori as he sipped his juice.

 

"Shut up," Itadori chuckled as he began eating his sandwich.

 

"Anyway, I'm glad the conversation with your mom went better this time. You didn't lash out at her in the end," Junpei genuinely remarked with a smile.

 

"I was a train wreck since the truth came out, but that's no reason to be mad at her when she just wanted me to know the truth. She was being..."

 

A good mom," Junpei finished Itadori's sentence.

 

"Yeah, she really is," Itadori agreed.

 

Checking the time on his phone, Junpei started packing up. "I have to go My mom needs my help with shopping..."

 

"Thrift shopping for her night gown and slippers," Itadori joked. "That'll attract a lot of girls," Itadori teased, and Junpei playfully hit his shoulder.

 

"She said she'd get me a new phone if I help," Junpei said before waving. "See ya, Itadori. Take care!"

 

"See ya, good luck with your manly shopping," Itadori teased back as Junpei humorously gestured before leaving the cafe.

 

As Itadori continued eating, he reflected on their conversation, smiling.

 

 

Utahime was surprised and shocked when he asked her, "Uhm? Is it really important?" she asked.

 

Itador was taken aback by the question "Uhh, my real name? Y..Yeah, obviously." 

 

"I-I-I mean! Is it necessary because your name now is perfect versus the one you had it...you know you shouldn't worry about that now! Itadori Yuji is your name and you should stick with that," Utahime said with a smile, reaching for the donob.

 

Itador sighed. "Okay, I guess this mystery of my unknown name is going to stick with me, maybe to my grave."

 

Utahime turned her head, frowning at that. "Itadori-San..."

 

"No, no, no," Itadori interrupted, holding his hand up. "I get it. It is better off not knowing the name my real parents gave me at birth before it was changed. It may hold something meaningful, but you're right." Itadori grabbed the doorknob, opened it, and stepped outside. "My name now matters more than my original," he added with an exaggerated frown, which Utahime fell for.

 

As he stepped out, Utahime called out to him. "Okay, okay, okay!" She clutched her bag and closed her eyes.

 

Itadori quickly stepped back in and closed the door, turning around with a smile. 'Haha, I knew it would work!'

 

"Before I tell your name...just know that it was not the name I picked for you. In fact, I was still searching for the right name, but I couldn't come up with one even after your birth," Utahime said, feeling a little ashamed. "I was going to pick a name from a baby name book after I woke up from my labor... until your dad had already named you," she continued, expressing irritation at that memory when she had to wake up and was ready to choose a name until the nurse informed her.

 

Itadori raised an eyebrow. "Was it that bad?"

 

"I attempted to have your name changed, but I did not knew the difficulty and expense involved. Your father insisted on keeping your name because it was inspired by a fictional character from an old movie that I personally dislike," Utahime remarked, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration "He claimed that he wanted to name you after his favorite character, whom he considered an icon."

 

"What character are you referring to?" Itadori inquired. "Which old movie is this about?"

 

Utahime tried to recollect, "I can't recall the name of the movie exactly, but during my high school days, everyone seemed to be excited about it, considering it a cult classic. To me, it was just an old thriller with too much gore and a story that felt excessive — something about evil spirits and sorcery. It sounded rather absurd, to be honest."

 

'Evil spirits and sorcery, a cult classic movie, a thriller... wait a minute.' Itadori's eyes widened. "Are you talking about the movie 'The Curse'?"

 

"Yes, I believe that's the movie's name. Have you seen it?" Utahime asked, slightly surprised that a young teenager knew about a thriller movie made a decade ago.

 

"Yes! That's my all-time favorite movie!" Itadori exclaimed excitedly, bouncing closer to Utahime.

 

"So, you're saying he named me after a character... an iconic character. Who? Who? Who?" Itadori asked eagerly, his excitement palpable.

 

"Well..." Utahime hesitated. "Your name used to be..."

 

"Sukuna," he muttered, a smile spreading across his face as he realized his true name was inspired by his favorite character of all time. "Sukuna Itadori."

 

Hearing that name from his ti he sounds better than in his head. Even though his name is Yuji, he couldn't get his mind out of it as he was incredibly happy to hear how cool his name was. 

 

I don't know why Utahime-Sensei finds that name so terrible... it's awesome! Being named after the King of Curses from the greatest movie is an honor! Finally my dad did something right for me!

 

Lost in thought, he believed his original name should not have changed when he was put up for adoption, preferring the name Sukuna over Yuji.

 

Interrupted by the sound of a glass being placed before him, his attention was drawn back to reality.

 

"Your smoothie!" came her delicate voice.

 

"Thank you, Kurusu!" Itadori grinned as he took a sip of the drink, humming in delight at its taste. "Wow, this is so good."

 

Blushing, Kurusu nodded. "Thank you." Noticing the absence of his friend at the table, she inquired, "Where is your friend?"

 

"He had to go help his mom with something. Don't worry, I'm still covering this!" Itadori reassured her with a wave.

 

"That's fine. I was wondering where he went," she said, looking at the empty seat and checking the time on her phone. I guess I can take my 15-minute break now...

 

"Uhm, Itadori..." she nervously called out to him, mustering her courage.

 

Looking up, Itadori took another sip of his smoothie. "Yeah, what's up?"

 

"I know we only met the other day, but I'd like to get to know you better. Mind if I sit across from you and maybe talk about each other? I'm taking my break now." Blushing, she added, "If that's okay with you, that is!"

 

"Sure, why not! Go ahead. It's starting to get kinda boring now since Junpei left. It'll be a good time to get to know you too!" He smiled and placed his drink down.

 

Flushed but composed, Kurusu took a seat across from him, fidgeting with her fingers under the table. "H-How was your day going?"

 

"Better than I thought. I learned some pretty excited news that really made my day a lot better!" Itadori grinned, happy to be named after his favorite character. "And how about you? How's school going?"

 

"It's going well. I'm enjoying my job the peaceful atmosphere here, unlike the stress of school." She chuckles. "I'm managing both work and school simultaneously."

 

"That's awesome! I remember you mentioned you moved here a year ago. Have you adjusted your new life? It must have been tough leaving behind your established life, friends, and school," Itadori inquires.

 

"It was a challenge to settle in. I was frightened not knowing anyone! But my aunt helped me through it, and I eventually felt at home and embraced my new life here," Kurusu shared.

 

"That's great to hear! It sounds like you've grown fond of this place compared to where you're originally from?" Itadori asks, taking another sip of his smoothie.

 

"Tokyo," she replies.

 

Tokyo? Suddenly Tokyo is where everybody I know is from.

 

"Cool!" he exclaimed.

 

There was a moment of silence before Itadori speak, but Kurusu beat him to it.

 

"Are you seeing anybody right now?" Kurusu asked.

 

He raised both eyebrows. "What do you mean by that?"

 

"I mean..." she looked away, flustered before meeting his gaze again. "Are you dating anyone?"

 

"Oh, no, I'm not," he replied.

 

Kurusu face lit up with relief, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Okay!"

 

"What about you? Are you seeing anybody?" he inquired.

 

"No... well," she hesitated, slumping her shoulders slightly as she looked down and placed both hands on the table.

 

"I was... last year, but..." She looked up with a sad expression. "It didn't work out."

 

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Can I ask what happened?"

 

"Just a really bad fight we had," she replied softly.

 

"Was it a normal fight or a really bad one?" he probed further.

 

"A heart-breaking fight," she said sadly. "We had different views, and he believed his was right, insisted I should 'open my eyes'."

 

"What was the disagreement about?" he asked, intrigued by her story now.

 

"Well... I don't want to get too personal, I don't want to bore you with my story!" she waved her hands, laughing lightly.

 

He shook his head. "I'm all ears! Go ahead, Kurusu."

 

She blushed slightly before continuing. "It was about forgiveness...on two certain people. I chose to forgive, and he didn't like that." Her eyes clouded with sadness, and she frowned a little.

 

"I see. He didn't even try to understand your perspective?" he asked.

 

"I tried to explain, but... he believed I was wrong," she sighed.

 

"That sucks! Sorry you had to go through with his bullshit." He shook his head, placing both arms on the table, leaning forward slightly.

 

She nodded and said, "Honestly, I thought he was the one... and I hoped we could have a future together. But sometimes things don't turn out the way you expect."

 

Itadori nodded in understanding, "Yeah, I see what you're saying," he set down his half-drunk smoothie.

 

"Did you give him another chance, or he just a jerk the entire relationship?" Itadori inquired.

 

"Actually, he was the sweetest and most kind-hearted, and the most gentleman I've ever been with!...well the only one I have been with since he was my first. My destined one." She smiled. "We have known each other since we were little. I had a big crush on him, but he didn't acknowledge my feelings or even realize I existed. However, that didn't stopped me, as I dropped many hints in the hope he would notice them one day."

 

"Wow, did he ever catch on or respond to any of your hints?" Itadori inquired with a chuckle.

 

"To be honest, he seemed annoyed, and I don't think he realized my feelings. He probably saw me as a weird girl," she admitted, feeling a bit flustered as she recollected her cringeworthy memories. "However, as time passed, he eventually grew fond of me, though there were times when I had to...move around a lot...shifted or transitioned...Uhm..at home...b..but..e-eventually, during our junior years, we went from friends to something more."

 

Itadori noticed the hint of mystery in her past but respected her privacy, prompting her to continue as he gave a nod of understanding.

 

"He may not have been very expressive, but I could see his soft and sensitive side behind his serious demeanor." She giggles as she continued. "He was so romantic in his own way, and no one compared to him. Even though we had our differences and arguments, we always ended up cuddling and making up. He was my destined one..." she smiles but the smile quickly faded. "But then one day..." She closed her eyes, remembering. "I was going through a tough situation and decided to forgive those two certain individuals from my past. I wanted to move forward, but he thought forgiveness was the most idiotic thing I had done."

 

"Even if he didn't agree, he should have been supportive of your decision to move on," Itadori remarked.

 

"Yeah. It was around the my aunt and I had to move as she was promoted in Kyoto. He was aware of the situation, and we were supposed to spend our final days together before becoming long-distance couple. However, since the fight, he had been avoiding me." Her tone shifted to a somber one. "I waited for him to apologize in person, through a call, or a text, but he never did. Days turned into months, and I realized that it was over. It left me even more heartbroken." Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh and continued, "I guess that meant the end for us, which only added to broken heart." Placing both hands on her chin, she fell silent.

 

"Well, shame on him for letting you slip away. At least now you can start anew instead of hanging on memories that bring you down," he remarked, raising his eyes slightly. That must how Utahime-Sensei was after she put me up for adoption and after her fallout with my dad.

 

"I will forever cherish the moments we spent together, from late talks on calls or video chats to discovering new places, from watching movies and cooking at his place to...and...w..well...c-cuddling in his room a couple of times," she admitted the last part, blushing and feeling flustered.

 

Itadori caught on to her meaning and chuckled softly. "Seems like he's more impressive in bed than with his personality," he joked.

 

Blushing, she shushed him. "Don't say that so loudly!"

 

Itadori laughed. "I was only teasing." As he wiped a tear from his eye, he noticed Kurusu still looking embarrassed.

 

"He is truly a gentleman, but we both need to move forward. While he may have been my childhood sweetheart and will always be my light, I must learn to let go," she expressed, sliding her hands under the table and adjusting her sleeve to reveal a delicate angelic charm bracelet gifted by her former lover. "I am forever grateful for his support and the hidden love he showed me. I wish him nothing but the best."

 

"You and him seemed to have a wonderful time together, not just in bed," Itadori playfully remarked, causing her cheeks to flush.

 

"...yes," she replied softly.

 

"Do you have feelings for him?" Itadori inquired, prompting Kurusu to gather herself and meet his gaze.

 

After a moment of contemplation, she shrugged, "I'm not sure. It was hard but I'm focused on moving forward, and that goes with my feelings. He must've already moved on, and I should too."

 

"That's the right attitude! Perhaps you'll meet someone even better in the future," Itadori encouraged with a thumbs up.

 

Kurusu smiled, resting her chin on her hands as she leaned closer to him. "Maybe I already have," she whispered.

 

Even If my heart still held a place for him, I am determined to keep moving forward.

 

The chime of the entrance bell signaled a new customer's arrival, but Kurusu remained lost in admiration, her gaze fixed on Itadori and unaware of the newcomer stepping in. “Excuse me is the cafe open?”

 

"Hey there, Nanami-sensei!" The tall, blonde man turned to his student, clearly surprised to see him. "Itadori-San?"

 

Kurusu also turned to him with a greeting, "Hello!" She stood up and adjusted her apron. "I'm sorry! Yes, this cafe is open! Can I get you something?"

 

"I am wondering if you have any casse-croute left," he said, reaching for his wallet.

 

Kurus nodded eagerly, with a bright smile. "Of course! Would you like it toasted? Our countertop toaster isn't working, so I'll have to toast it in the kitchen."

 

"That's fine, thank you. I'll take it to go," he replied.

 

"Coming right up!" She hurried behind the counter, took out a fresh loaf of bread from the glass shelf, and went to the kitchen to prepare the toast.

 

Nanami walked over to Itadori and asked, "Nice to see you again, Itadori-San. How's your day been going?"

 

Itadori took a big sip of his smoothie before replying, "Amazing! It's been better than I expected."

 

"Please don't slurp in public like that," Nanami said. "It's good to hear you're having a great day. Have you started on your late assignments yet?"

 

Itadori realized he had forgotten about them. "Uh, not really, but I'll start as soon as I get home," he assured his teacher with a thumbs up.

 

"Please do. By the way, Fushiguro is your neighbor, right? If you need help, I'm sure he'll be willing to assist you," Nanami suggested.

 

Itadori also remembered he needed Megumi's help with his marketing class. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I'll ask him when I get home," he said.

 

"In fact, you can catch him now. I saw him near the cafe a few minutes ago, heading home," Nanami pointed out as the kitchen door opened, indicating the bread was ready.

 

"Here you go, sir!" Kurusu placed the toasted casse-croute in a bag by the register.

 

Itadori's began grabbing his backpack and his phone, "Cool than I will catch him up there!"

 

"That's good to know. Let me know if there are any concerns you want me to notice." Nanami purchased the bread and took the vegan and proceed to leave and waved him goodbye. "I will see you tomorrow in class." 

 

Itadori waved goodbye, "Yeah, see you later, Nanami-Sensei!" He nodded and exited the shop. As he reached for his wallet to pay for an extra smoothie, Kurusu interrupted him. "It's on the house!" she said with a bright.

 

Surprised, Itadori hesitated, "Are you sure? I don't mind paying." He approached the counter with his wallet in hand. Kurusu shook her head, her eyes closed a smile. "There is no need after our wonderful conversation. You're a great person to talk to. I hope we can chat again." She placed her hand on his and gave a slight squeeze.

 

Unfazed by her touch, Itadori smiled, "Thank you! You're a fun person to talk to as well. I'd like us to talk again."

 

"Oh! We can exchange numbers... if you'd like?" Kurusu nervously laughed, hoping for a positive response as she withdrew her hands.

 

He agreed, "Yeah!" Retrieving his phone, he handed it to her for contact information, saying, "Put yours in, and I'll do the same." 

 

Kurusu took the phone and their fingers briefly touched, a warmth spreading through her as she blushed. After exchanging numbers, Kurusu noticed a familiar figure with spikey black hair passing by outside the cafe. Before she could recognize him, the figure disappeared from her view, leaving her bewildered.

 

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Itadori strolled home with a smile after a unexpectedly great day—being named after his favorite character, making a new friend, and enjoying delicious cafe treats. As he reached his apartment door, he heard a familiar struggle nearby. Climbing the first steps, he saw his neighbor, Megumi Fushiguro, wrestling with the stubborn door.

 

Chuckling, Trouble with the door again, Fushiguro?

 

"Hey Fushiguro!" Itadori waved, approaching with a grin. "Need a hand with that door?"

 

Megumi remained silent, his tense yanks on the doorknob sounding frustrated.

 

"Did you hear me?" Itadori sensed something amiss. "Are you okay?"

 

After one last failed attempt to open the door, Megumi let out an exasperated sigh and turned to face Itadori, his expression dark and troubled.

 

"No," he growled, glaring at Itadori. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone."

 

Taken aback by the sudden hostility, Itadori tried to help, "Are you sure? I can help with the lock—"

 

"I said I'm fine! Now get lost, you piece of shit!" Megumi snapped, his anger evident in his eyes and voice.

 

Hands raised in a gesture of surrender, Itadori stepped back, shocked. "Okay, okay! No need to be such a jerk."

 

Maybe he isn't a cool guy like I thought. 

 

As Itadori headed back to his apartment, he heard a loud crash behind him. Turning, he saw that Megumi had kicked his own door open, breaking the handle and frame in the process.

 

Augh! He got some anger issues! 

 

Megumi sighed heavily, running his hands through his stressed-out hair as his gaze shifted to Itadori. 

 

Itadori, feeling a bit scared, promptly walked off, grabbed his apartment keys, inserted them, opened the door, and quickly closed it behind him. 

 

As soon as he entered, he let out a sigh of relief.

 

Damn I feel bad whoever dated him.

 

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Crawling through the unfamiliar living room in search of his beloved teddy bear, the baby furrows his brow in frustration. He rummages under the small kitchen and around the tight corners of the apartment, his pout deepening with each passing moment. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, the baby's instincts lead him back to the familiar layout of his own home.

 

His whimpering as his search proves fruitless, and just as tears threaten to fall, a soft giggle catches his attention to the left. 

 

He recognized the giggles.

 

With a hopeful glimmer in his eyes, the baby follows the sound through the dimly lit corridor. As he inches closer, his crawling pace quickens with anticipation.

 

Approaching the slightly ajar door of the baby room attached to the modest apartment, he is greeted by a warm glow of light and the familiar sound of giggles that he knows so well.

 

He crawled up to the door, with one arm raised, pulled it open to peek inside.

 

The adorable baby room is cozy and inviting, with pastel colors and soft lighting. The room is filled with cute plush toys, a rocking chair, and a mobile hanging above a crib. The walls are adorned with colorful pictures and a fluffy rug covers the floor.

 

As he crawls in, he spots another baby with dark short hair wearing a blue onesie. The baby is giggling while holding a beloved boxer teddy bear above and then lowering down.

 

This action triggers a sudden burst of jealousy in the first baby. He quickly crawls over, snatches the boxer bear from the other baby's chubby hand, causing the other baby to tumble onto his back.

 

Asserting his claim, he sticks out his small tongue and spits raspberries. The raven-haired baby, now looking quite upset, gets up and tries to retrieve the bear by grabbing one of its arms and pulling it back. "No!"

 

"No, mine! Mine!" The baby with pink hair also tugs back on the other bear's arm with both hands. 

 

Both babies engage in a tug-of-war over the boxer bear, yelling at each other.

 

"It's mine!" Eventually, he manages to retrieve his own bear from the other one, causing his playmate to fall onto his back with a thud 

 

The victorious baby hugs his teddy tightly, refusing to let go.

 

Meanwhile, the baby with dark hair throws a small tantrum over losing. He quickly sits back up and tries to grab the bear, but the pink-haired baby fights back by smacking his playmate's face with the bear's boxing gloves, causing him to fall on his face.

 

The pink-haired baby laughs, while the dark-haired baby cries profusely.

 

"Dada! Dada!" The dark-haired baby sits up, covering his small nose as he cries harder.

 

The other baby continues to laugh, taunting him.

 

His laughter abruptly stops when he hears his name called with a stern tone, realizing it's his mother speaking.

 

"Sukuna!"

 

The baby looks up to see his mother approaching with a serious expression, arms crossed over her chest as she walks toward him. She is dressed in a long, dark grey robe that is too big for her. Sukuna hides his face with the boxer teddy, trying to avoid her gaze.

 

The dark-haired baby continues to cry as he rubs his face, calling for "dadda."

 

The young mother kneels down to comfort the crying baby. "Are you alright, Sweetie?" She gently pats his hair, calming him down.

 

As his playmate starts to calm down and uncovers his face, he points at Sukuna, causing Sukuna to hide his face even more.

 

"Sukuna, what did I tell you about hitting with your teddy? No hitting. That's not nice," she scolds, shaking her head in disappointment. Sukuna whimpers in response.

 

Sukuna watches as his bear is taken away by his mother, starting to complain.

 

"Now, Sukuna, apologize to Megumi," commanded Utahime as she gently pulled baby Megumi, who was sniffling, onto her lap, positioning her closer to him.

 

Sukuna shook his head and pointed to his teddy bear, saying, "Teddy!"

 

"Sukuna, no teddy," Utahime reprimanded, snapping her fingers to capture his attention. Once she had it, she gestured towards baby Megumi. "Say sorry or no desserts tonight," she warned sternly, gazing at him as the baby clung to her, sniffling into her shirt.

 

Panicking at the thought of missing out on dessert, Sukuna begrudgingly mumbled, "S...sowwy," looking away sheepishly.

 

"Better," Utahime acknowledged.

 

Sukuna turned his head to face his teary-eyed playmate, who was now clinging to Utahime. "Sowwy."

 

"Thank you, my love," Utahime said with a smile as she enveloped her child in a hug, planting a big kiss on his forehead, causing the baby to giggle. The baby then held onto her face, seeking more kisses.

 

Mother and son shared laughter and exchanged light kisses on cheeks and noses, their bonding interrupted when Utahime felt a tug on her robe. Looking down, she almost forgot about Megumi still in her arms.

 

"Oh, yes, sweetie?" Utahime gazed at him affectionately before hugging him too.

 

"Mama...," the little raven-haired baby looked up with a wide smile, reaching for her face.

 

Utahime smiled softly, correcting him, "It's Uta, hun, not Mama," before chuckling lightly and lifting both children in her arms, ready to leave the room. Balancing two babies simultaneously could exhaust anyone, especially someone as petite as her, but Utahime was accustomed to caring for multiple infants at once.

 

"Let's head home, Sukuna. Once I prepare Megumi's milk, we can have dinner," Utahime stated as she set both children down in the living room, placing their toys nearby and putting on their favorite Panda show. Observing their captivated expressions, especially her son Sukuna's animated excitement, she smiled with adoration. Meanwhile, little Megumi sat contentedly, watching the show.

 

As the nursery rhyme music played in the background, Sukuna looked up and saw his mom in the kitchen, finishing up cleaning and grabbing her baby bag. Intrigued, he decided to crawl towards her.

 

He maneuvered past his playmate and made his way around the couch, eventually reaching the kitchen. The noise of his hands on the floor was drowned out by the TV and Megumi's laughter.

 

As Sukuna crawled around the kitchen counter, he looked up to greet his mom, only to find her busy setting up a small machine with cups on her chest, which left him puzzled.

 

Suddenly, he heard a deep voice. "Are you coming to bed yet?" Sukuna glanced up and spotted a tall, muscular man with the same hair color as his playmate and with a plain black but wrinkled shirt, standing on the other side of the countertop.

 

Sukuna observed his mom, who didn't turn to face the man. She continued her tasks, lowering her robe but stopping when he spoke. "Are you still mad?" he asked.

 

She sighed, placing the bottle down and finally turning to face the man. "No, I'm not. And to answer your question, I'm not because I plan on heading back to our apartment with Sukuna after I give Megumi his bottle," she said, adjusting the machine on her chest.

 

"And you—"

 

"Yes. I already made sure to leave you four bags of milk so you don't have to resort to stealing baby formula like a scumbag you are," Utahime retorted. "I'll leave them in the freezer, but remember to feed your son, Toji."

 

The man chuckled, walking around the countertop without noticing Sukuna, and placed his hands on her exposed shoulder and one on her behind.

 

Sukuna didn't understand why, but he didn't like seeing that.

 

"Get your hands off me," his mom's stern voice caught Sukuna off guard. He only heard that tone when he was misbehaving or when his daddy was around.

 

"Have we not been through this before? Come on, let's go another round," he said as he placed his large hand from her shoulders to her covered breast. "Let's get this shit off your chest-"

 

"I told you to stop!" She elbowed him, causing him to grunt slightly and let out a low chuckle.

 

"Your feistiness is a turn on."

 

Utahume glared at him, but then heard small whimpers beneath her feet. She looked down in shock to see Sukuna.

 

"Pandy boo, you were supposed to be watching Panda." She removed the device from her chest, quickly put on her robe, and knelt down to pick him up. "Or would you prefer to go home?"

 

Sukuna nodded and held onto her.

 

"Okay, once mommy is done here, we can grab our things and leave." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

 

"Wait you serious? You're not actually staying over tonight? That's a shame. I was really looking forward to breakfast in the morning," he said with a disappointed tone.

 

"You know I can't stay. I have a life to return to at home. Besides, you can make your own damn food, you lazy bum," she remarked as she finished filling the bottle and capping it.

 

The man chuckled as he walked over and ruffled her son's hair. "Isn't your mommy something, kid?"

 

Sukuna hid his face, disliking the smirk and cold eyes of the man, along with the scar on his mouth.

 

"Dada!" 

 

Sukuna hears, pulls his face from his mommy's shoulder, and looks down to see his playmate sitting on his small lap, bouncing up and down with his small arms up next to the tall man. 

 

"Hey there," the man reaches down to pick him up, holding him with one arm and smiling. "How was your playtime with your friend? I heard you two had a little fight." 

 

His son giggles as the man uses his slender finger to tickle his stomach.

 

"And your dad was too lazy to check, so I had to step in and break up fight," Utahime said, irritated.

 

Sukuna looks up and sees the bottle of milk in her hand, thinking it's his as usual, reaching for it, but she hands it to Megumi. Sukuna whimpers.

 

"Shhh my pandy boo, you'll get your milk when we get home," Sukuna felt his head being rubbed and his mommy's face nuzzling against his cheek to calm his whimpers.

 

"There's plenty more of your mommy's milk, even I got some of that delicious stuff," the man smirks as he walks around the counter, with his son laying his head on his broad shoulder while drinking his little bottle.

 

Sukuna sees his mommy whip her head towards the man with an irritated look. "Shut up, you pig," Sukuna feels his mommy's movements quicken as she packs up the machine, places it into his baby bag, zips it up, and heads to the entrance by the kitchen to get her shoes. He doesn't understand why his mommy acts this way with someone who is not his daddy.

 

In fact. Where is his daddy?

 

"Dada?" Sukuna gently pats his mommy's cheek, a look of confusion on his face.

 

"Pandy boo, Daddy is away on an important trip right now. He won't be back until morning," she explains, planting a quick kiss on Sukuna before grabbing her shoes and slinging the baby bag over her shoulder.

 

Sukuna's head lifts at the sound of a laugh from a tall man, watching as the man pats his son's back while the boy sips on his milk.

 

"Megumi you heard that shit? An important trip. More like another getaway trip for that pathetic boy. She's in denial!" the man teases. "He must be already fucking a lot of bitches right now." 

 

"Mind your own damn business, Toji! Your no good of a dad yourself since you gambled everything, steal and cheat, and fuck to get what you want!" Sukuna's mommy retorts, her voice rising in anger, causing Sukuna to shrink back a little, feeling scared.

 

"You never prioritize your own son over anything but yourself." She huff. "You always left him alone with no bottles, diaper change or even toys. Or have others like me to raise your son for you." 

 

He laughs it off, "Whatever you say princess. But..." raised one pointer finger. "Your one to talk! You're no good parent too or even a good girl for that sad excuse of a man, Satoru Gojo." He walks closer to her with a grin. "One of thing You say is I fuck to get what I want but aren't you doing the same thing?"  

 

Sukuna feels his mommy's embrace tighten as he turns to see her stiff with tension.

 

"I always hear you complaining about how neglected you feel and what a deadbeat your baby daddy has become, and how you need someone to fulfill your needs." His face leaning closer to Hers, Sukuna lowers his head away from the tall smirky man but his wide eyes lays  on Megumi who is already staring at him, sipping on his now-empty bottle.

 

Sukuna reaches for his playmate as he raised his arm, the baby raven reaches back. Both smiling and small giggles. 

 

"And I need a young woman to fulfill my needs, to help me with my son now that his mother is no longer with us My son already sees you as his mother." Toji glanced down at his son playing with her child. "Look at them. They see each other as brothers and get along so well."

 

Sukuna heard her sigh.

 

"We may have our issues, but I still love him. What you and I have been doing... I don't think I can continue. Every time we have sex and I return to our shared apartment, pretending nothing happened, seeing him trying his best to be a good father and partner... I can't help but feel guilty. I feel no better than him, only worse." She rested her chin on her son's head.

 

"You still love him? You still believe he can change? What are you thinking? Last week you told me about a big fight you had about leaving your son at his friend's place to go out and party." Toji wiped drool from his son's mouth off his shoulder, disbelieving.

 

"I know but...He's a father to our child. I can't do that to Sukuna. The fact I would bring him here and have our intimacies is incredibly....horrible."  Sukuna could hear the sadness in her voice. He looked up at her, gently touching her chin in a gesture of comfort. She gazed down, smiling with love, leaning into his tender touch.

 

"What are you talking about, princess? It seems like both of you prefer coming here more than being at your apartment," the tall man noticed his son trying to get his attention with small taps. The son pointed at baby Sukuna, causing the man to get a little jumpy as he held onto his bottle.

 

Sukuna noticed the tall man approaching him and his mother once again, positioning him and his playmate to face each other. The playmate reached out to Sukuna, who smiled back and also reached out.

 

"Your boy loves coming here to play with Megumi, engage in their roughhousing play, or watch that annoying Panda show or something," Toji chuckled. "You wouldn't believe how Megumi gets whenever you two come over."

 

"I'm surprised you're actually paying attention to your son, knowing what he does, or being involved in his life," she lifted her head off Sukuna's head, causing the warmth to disappear.

 

"I do because I'm his dad. But thanks to you, Megumi is receiving the affection and care that I couldn't provide. You even gave us half of baby clothing and your titty milk so he could continue," the man adjusted his hold on his son, patting the boy's head. "He needs a mother figure since I can't provide him with nurturing."

 

Sukuna watched his mom's hand ruffle his playmate's head, eliciting a coo from the child. She then placed her hand on his back and patted him a few times until he burped, making Sukuna burst into laughter.

 

"I am not Megumi's real mom and I should not replace her, but you are lacking in parental responsibility," she stated with a sigh. "I just want to ensure that he is safe, loved, and well-cared for. And..." Sukuna felt a kiss on his forehead and looked up to see his mother with a small smile. "I want Sukuna to have his own playmate and his first friend." She shifted her gaze away from Sukuna towards the tall man.

 

"At least I am taking steps to better the lives of these two."

 

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that I am incapable of caring for my own kid?"

 

"I don't see you making the effort. You're just as much of a deadbeat as Satoru," she remarked, unapologetic in speaking her truth even if it angered him.

 

"Well fuck you too bitch."  He remarked, pull his son away from Sukuna.

 

Sukuna whimpers as he couldn't play with his playmate.

 

"Not in front of the kids you ass." 

 

She turns around heading straight to the door but stops when the man pointed out.

 

"You are going to leave like that?" 

 

Sukuna heard his mom mumbling before turning around and marching to the small living room where the Panda show was still on. She placed him on the carpet and knelt in front of him. "Mommy's going to change out of robes into my regular clothes. Sit and watch your favorite show, Pandy boo! I'll be back soon," she said before standing up and leaving.

 

Sukuna watched his mommy go down the small corridor hallway where the rooms were located. Then his eyes caught the tall man with his playmate in his arms, his playmate pointing at Sukuna.

 

He couldn't hear what the man said to his playmate as he shook his head, but Sukuna let out a small laugh when his playmate slapped the man's nose and grunted, "Fine, you brat!"

 

Sukuna saw him walking towards him, but he was mostly paying attention to his playmate as Sukuna tried to reach his small arms out to him. Once the man was near and lowered his son next to Sukuna, he accidentally dropped him. 

 

"Afh!" His playmate landed on his face for few seconds briefly before getting on all fours then quickly crawled towards Sukuna with a gummy smile.

 

"Go play as much as you can before he's gone." his playmate's dad lounged on the worn out couch, leaning back as he relaxed, changing the channel to the boat racing game. "Damn the race was tonight? Could have asked Utahime to lend me cash for the bet." 

 

Sukuna pounced on his playmate when he approached, then quickly got up and initiated a mini chase filled with squeals and giggles.

 

"Could you two please keep it down? I trying to get some sleep," his groaned.

 

"No!" His playmate retorted, causing Sukuna to chuckle and throw some stuffed animals and blocks their way. The two of them dodged and threw back, accidentally landing a couple on his dad's face and.

 

"Seriously? You're making a huge mess here. You two are behaving like spoiled brats," his playmate's dad complained.

 

As Sukuna reached for another colorful block behind him, his playmate tackled him down, and they rolled over each other before coming to a stop with his playmate on top of his tummy, both of them giggling and thoroughly enjoying themselves, just like on every other play date they had.

 

"Alright, my dear Pandy boo, time to head home! I've got Teddy," Sukuna's mom announced, walking towards them with a smile and no longer wearing the big grey robe but her usual outfit—a plain pink button blouse and black shorts including her two pig-tails. In her left hand was Sukuna's teddy bear, and on her shoulder, she carried his baby bag.

 

She let out a small yelp when she felt a smack on her behind. 

 

She turned her head with a gritted teeth, "hey! You asshole!"

 

"What? You know I can't resist checking out that short shorts of yours." He chuckle, not caring her pissed off facial expression. "Especially that nice round ass of yours."

 

Sukuna sat up but his playmate refused. His playmate roll over and sit beside him, holding onto his arm, not wanting him to leave. "Stay!"

 

"Megumi..." she addressed him softly as she lowered herself to their level, looking at him. "We need to go home so Sukuna and I can go to bed."

 

However, his playmate didn't like that idea and shook his head, locking his arm around Sukuna's. "No!"

 

Sukuna shared the sentiment as he also shook his head. "No, no!"

 

His mom sighed. "Toji, act like a father for once and tell Megumi that we have to go."

 

The man groans as he raised his head and looks down at his son, "Megumi let your pal go so they can go back to their crappy lives with their crappy dad." 

 

"Mnhm!" His playmate squeezes his arm as he shook his head. 

 

"I tried." He shrugged as she scoffed.

 

"At least pull him away please and I will pull mine." she pleads through strained groans as she attempts to tug Sukuna away. However, he defiantly slaps her hand and blows raspberries at her.

 

"Sukuna!"

 

Ignoring her, he clings tightly to his friend, refusing to release him. Eventually, he senses his friend being forcibly taken from his grasp, hearing his screams and cries. Sukuna gazes up to see his friend being pulled by his father, he looks up and sees his playmate began kicking and punching. 

 

"Okay Megumi stop with your rambling or we have to...well you have to go to bed." he interjects, clearly annoyed.

 

But the friend continues to scream, desperate to be released. Sukuna also begins to sob, reaching out towards him, only to be abruptly pulled away himself, causing him to cry even harder.

 

"Sukuna, it's time to go home now. It's getting dark, and you need a nice bath," his mother attempts to soothe him, but he kicks and flails in protest. "No! ...g-gumi!" 

 

"I'm sorry pandy boo we have to go. You will see him....next time I hope..." her voice grows sorrowful at the idea of ending their playdate abruptly.

 

Sukuna's sobs intensify as she turns and walks away with him, throwing a tantrum and kicking against her chest. He can still hear his friend's cries and peers over his mother's shoulder, witnessing his friend reaching out to him while his dad struggles to contain him. His playmate reaching out to him as he is kicking his dad's chest but in futile. 

 

"Yeah yeah Megumi quit your meltdown and let's go to bed." He made his way to the corridor of the hall and let out a small grunt as his playmate began scratching his arm, screaming and biting. Sukuna caught a glimpse of his playmate up close, even as they grew further apart. They both reached out for each other, despite the increasing distance between them.

 

But Sukuna can no longer see his playmate as the man disappeared into the corridor, they vanished from sight, leaving him alone in the apartment hallway with a wooden door that just closed in front of him. Surrounded by lights, multiple doors as they moved in the direction ahead.

 

Beginning to kick and cry harder, he called out, "G...Gumi!"

 

Feeling his mother trying to comfort him, she embraced him and planted kisses on him. "I understand, my love, I understand... You will see him again. But perhaps not next week this time..."

 

His tears slowly subsided, sniffing, as he rested his face on her chest, feeling her embrace tighten slightly.

 

He suddenly realized he was now outside, observing the orange sky and the normal street around him. When he turned to look at his mother, he saw an expression on her face that he had never seen before.

 

As if she, she wasn't happy.

 

"I'm a horrible person."

 

She wiped away a tear and sniffled before noticing some dried crust on her upper cheeks and nose. With a grunt, she opened her baby bag and retrieved a couple of wipes and a small hand sanitizer to clean the dust off thoroughly. She then stashed the used wipes back into her shorts pocket. She than sanitized both hands before carefully placing the small bottle back in the bag and zipping it up.

 

Although he couldn't quite make out her words, spoken in a mumble, he didn't want his mother to be sad.

 

"Mama..." Lifting his head, he gently caressed her clean sanitized cheek with his small arm.

 

His mother gazed at him, smiled, stopped walking, and showered him with kisses. She rested her cheek against his, rubbing it in a tender, motherly manner.

 

"You're my one true love," she said, causing him to giggle. "I think I need a bath too!" 

 

As he heard engines revving behind him, his mom began to move once more, stepping onto something soft. Looking around, he saw they were inside public bus. The interior was filled with rows of seats, passengers sitting quietly as the bus rumbled along.

 

They settled into the nearest seat, his mom gently rocking him. "Mommy's going through something rough, but you're always there for me, my pandy boo," she murmured as he leaned against her shoulder, swaying with the bus's movements.

 

The rhythm of the bus journey soon lulled him into a drowsy state. Watching the passing buildings, stores, and streets through the window, he felt his eyes growing heavier at each bus stop.

 

Suddenly, he sensed a change in motion and saw his mom rising from her seat and making her way towards the bus door. Groggily getting up, he watched as the bus disappeared from view. Before he could catch a glimpse of their apartment, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, resting his head on his mom's shoulder.

 

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Waking up with his eyes open, he stretched and rubbed the back of his neck. As he looked around, he realized he was in his dark living room, sitting on the couch with bowl of popcorn on one arm and the remote in the other hand. His eyes adjusted to the light coming from the TV, playing some random movie. Stretching, he placed the bowl of popcorn on the side and slouched on the couch, lost in thought about the strange dream he had just experienced, blinking a few times.

 

Letting out a long yawn, he checked the time on his phone. It is 7:50 pm. 

 

"Man, I didn't even oversleep. But...that dream was so weird...yet...it felt familiar..." Before he could ponder further, his phone rang, causing him to jump and spill his popcorn all over the floor.

 

Quickly grabbing his phone, he looked at the caller ID in confusion. "Who the heck is calling me at this time?" Taking a deep breath, he answered the call and put the phone to his ear, saying, "Hello!"

 

"Itadori Yuji? This is your lawyer, Kiyotaka Ijichi," a male voice on the other end said.

 

Itadori smiled, feeling a bit relieved. "Oh hey! How's it going? It's been a while since we last spoke."

 

"Ah, Yuji! Thanks for asking. I'm doing well...just caught up with work as usual!" Ijichi chuckled. "And you? Last time we talked was about your grandfather's will and the personal information revealed... I hope you're doing okay and have come to terms with it."

 

"Yeah, I've moved on. Things have been looking up for me since then," Itadori replied.

 

"Good to hear. And how about your education? Are you still keeping up with it?" Ijichi inquired.

 

"I'm managing to pass most of my classes. I may not be the brightest student, but at least I'm getting by. Why do you ask?" Itadori questioned.

 

"I wanted to remind you that part of your grandfather's will emphasized the importance of your education, requiring you to attend school regularly and not get involved in any serious trouble. However, based on your school attendance records, it seems like you've been skipping quite a lot," Ijichi informed him, his tone turning serious. 

 

"But I confirmed those absences, and the reasons should have been pretty fair, right?" he asked.

 

"Yes, you did. However, according to the will, you are required to attend school regularly, as excessive absences could jeopardize your access to your grandfather's savings and your apartment," he cautioned sternly, which startled Itadori with the sudden news.

 

"I was going through a rough patch, but I'm over now! I will make sure not to repeat it Ijichi-San!" Itadori stood up from the couch, determination evident in his tone.

 

"That's great to hear, Itadorian! Keep up with your schoolwork and classes. Your grandfather would want you to prioritize your education for your own well-being," he said with a smile in his voice.

 

Itadori nodded. "Yep."

 

"Alright, it's time for you to head to bed and get a good night's sleep for school. I'll be the one staying up all night dealing with the paperwork you'd rather not handle," his lawyer chuckled, though fatigue was apparent behind his words.

 

"Good luck with the paperwork. Have a good night if you can!" Itadori bid farewell as he turned off the TV and made his way back to his room. Decided to clean up the popcorn mess tomorrow.

 

"I'll do my best. Goodnight, Itadori-San! Reach out if you have any questions or concerns," he concluded before ending the call.

 

Itadori decided to call it a night.

 

Realizing he had marketing class assignments and lessons to catch up on, Itadori let out an irritated breath. "Fushiguro is supposed to help me!"

 

Determined to learn the materials on his own, Itadori considered looking through the marketing book or searching the internet for answers, hoping to grasp the concepts easily.

 

 

Notes:

Guys guessed what!!? I graduated my university last Saturday night and I am so happy and proud of myself! I finally have my own bachelors degree 🥹🥹❤️ now I think I am going to get my master's degree! All my hard work and studies had paid off and I am really looking forward to the future ❣️

Thank you guys so much for your support, patience and encouragement on my studies through out the years! It really means so much to me I could have not done without the beautiful support 🥰

My younger brother's high school graduation is going to be on May 31 of this year and I am so excited and happy for him! I am also proud 😭😭💕

Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter! It was supposed to come out back in April but you know my internship and school 😂 this was a long chapter but I had fun writing this!!

Couldn't you believe Utahime had done that?? And the audacity that she brought her baby son into Toji's apartment so their sons can be busy playing as Toji and Utahime are f..uck..ing? Yeah she isn't better than Gojo 😭😭

Itadori would not be happy.

As well for Megumi. Especially him. I think he would be more disgusted once he found out how his broke ass dad was able to get him baby milk when he was a baby 😨😨

Okay than I am working on the next chapter. I don't know when it will be done but hopefully soon!

Also I need to catch up with JJK manga 😭😂

Bye I love you guys! I will see all later! ❤️

Chapter 17: CHAPTER 16

"You're stupid. What the hell were you thinking?" Shoko, frustration boiling over as she slammed her beer can down on the coffee table. 

 

Utahime reclined against the plush cushions of her couch, her eyes closed tightly as if trying to shut out the world. "I was scared," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

"Scared of what?" Shoko pressed, crossing her arms defiantly. "Scared of telling him the truth? He's going to find out—not only about your past but also about the fact that you tried to hide your attempt-abortion and your affair with another man!" Disappointment etched across her face, she leaned forward, glaring at her friend.

 

Utahime sighed deeply, her posture slumping as she rubbed her temples. "I was ashamed. I've done things I'm not proud of, and I just— I couldn't bear the thought of sharing those painful memories with him."

 

Shoko rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with exasperation. "You weren't ashamed when you told him how terrible a father Gojo was. From what you told me, it sounded like you were the better parent!"

 

"I never said I was better than Gojo! You are twisting my words, Shoko." Utahime's brow furrowed deeply, fingers twitching as if trying to wring out her frustration. "I said that I was providing more for Itadori than he had been."

 

"But you're making it sound like he was the only bad parent in this dynamic." Shoko's hands flew up in disbelief. "Why wouldn't you let him know your own flaws instead of painting yourself as the innocent one? Didn't you say he deserves the truth?"

 

"I know what I said." Utahime's voice lowered, the weight of her feelings hanging heavy in the air. "You should've seen his face when he came back after I told him even a fraction of the truth. It broke my heart." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked down, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to shield away the memories. "I couldn't— I couldn't tell him about my disgusting affair or that I tried to have an abortion." She clenched her fists tighter. "I was terrified I'd snap the last thread holding him together, the bond we barely had. What if he hated me instead of forgiving me?"

 

"Utahime..." Shoko's voice softened, empathy pouring from her. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Utahime's trembling one. "I know you don't want to lose him again, and maybe you're right that the whole truth would hurt him. However..." She paused, looking deep into Utahime's pained eyes. "You can't start off with lies. They will hurt him even more than the truth. It will be so much harder for you not just to reconnect but to rebuild his trust. He may resent you, yes, but he needs to understand that you regret what you did as a young mother. You just need to show him that you love him and truly want to build that bond again."

 

Utahime let out a frustrated sigh, the weight of Shoko's words settling in her mind like a thick fog. Suddenly, a deep, restless groan echoed from the other side of the room. She sat frozen, battling the demons of her past while Shoko's admonishing voice continued to echo in her head.

 

"Don't hide it from him, Utahime. You already gained his trust. He already been through enough with all these devastating news this year. Don't you think?" Shoko urged.

 

Utahime shook her head but wondering on how could she face her son to his face when her own heart was so fractured? 

 

Shoko asked as she popped open another cold beer, the sound of the can echoing slightly in the dimly lit living room.

 

Utahime leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "Honestly, he was over the moon about his original name. He mentioned that the movie—something about a curse, I think?—is his absolute favorite, and Sukuna is his number one favorite character."

 

Shoko raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "I haven't seen that movie in ages, but I remember Sukuna being quite the badass. He's got that whole dark and twisted charm, doesn't he? I can imagine Itadori was a bit bummed when you told the agency to change his name to something more...appropriate. I'm kind of disappointed too, to be honest."

 

Utahime shook her head, exasperation creeping into her voice. "He was named after a fictional character! That's not cool at all. Can you imagine the endless teasing he'd face if the kids found out? I couldn't let that happen."

 

Shoko chuckled, tapping her fingers against the beer can. "But come on, he might actually have had a leg up in popularity! 'Sukuna' sounds so cool, and he was such a well-known icon for years and still is. The character was plastered on ads, merchandise—you name it! You might have cut his chances of being the cool kid before he even got a chance."

 

Utahime crossed her arms defiantly. "I did the right thing by having his name changed when I put him up for adoption. I wanted him to start fresh—with a new family and a new identity. And honestly? I've seen him grow into a mature, smart, and hardworking young man. I'm grateful for the family who has taken care of him. They've really given him the life I wished for."

 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden light through the window, Shoko regarded Utahime thoughtfully. "Sukuna is still a cool name though."

 

"Last time I check 'Sukuna' was an evil sociopath protagonist who kills innocent people for fun and only cares about himself, immoral, pure strength and exceptionally sadistic. My kind compassionate Yuji is no where near of being like that monster of a fictional character you crazy." Utahime retorted. 

 

 

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Itadori sat at his cluttered small desk in his bedroom, the flickering lamp above him shadows on the stacks of textbooks and notes. He balanced his phone on his shoulder, his ear pressed to the screen as he peered at his laptop, fingers dancing over the keyboard with one hand as the other with a pencil on his marketing assignment. "Yeah, I don't know what his problem was," grumbled, tapping away in frustration.

 

"Shesh, he must be having a rough day if he was in such a bad mood, huh?" Junpei's voice crackled through the phone, laced with concern.

 

"Bad mood? More like an 'asshole' mood," Itadori shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically. He leaned back in his chair, glancing out his window. "I can't believe I misjudged him, thinking he was the chillest guy around."

 

Junpei crunched on what sounded like chips, the noise filling the silence on the other end of the call. "Well, you did assume right away when you first met him. Nice guys like you never win, you know? Must be even crappier to deal with him as your neighbor."

 

Itadori let out an exasperated sigh, slumping forward onto the table, the wood cool against his forehead. "What really sucks is that he was supposed to help me catch up on my marketing class! I mean, how am I supposed to tackle these assignments solo?" He threw his pencil down in frustration, the clatter echoing in the empty kitchen.

 

The walls seemed to close in around him, filled only with the remnants of unfinished homework. "Can you believe it? I couldn't understand half the stuff in that generic textbook, and searching online just led me to dead ends. Nanami-Sensei made the questions impossible to find answers for!"

 

"Well yeah? Wasn't that a point of learning though?" Junpei responded.

 

"Dude. I'm stressed right now. Can't you agree with me something for once tonight? I really don't have the time for it." Itadori rubs his face to his hair as he leans on the kitchen chair. Itadori sat back again, gripping the edges of his laptop. 

 

"Ok you're right.Sounds like a nightmare, man. I'd be tearing my hair out." He could almost hear Junpei sighing, concerning for his best friend. 

 

"Seriously! I thought this semester was going to be smooth sailing, but now I'm battling a slew of impossible assignments. I swear, if I don't get a handle on this marketing stuff, I'm screwed." Yuji said, as he let out a groan. 

 

"Hey, maybe you should take a break from all that catch-up," Junpei suggested, his voice laced with concern. "You've been at it for, what, three hours now? How much have you completed?"

 

Itadori hesitated, staring at the barely filled page in front of him, and sighed. "....one...."

 

Junpei's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? You spent three hours on just the first assignment? Man, you really are struggling. You might need to get a tutor—like, right away. What about your mom? I mean, your mom teacher—can she help with this marketing stuff?"

 

"It's not that simple," Itadori replied, his voice a mix of frustration and defeat. He pushed his pencil away and raked a hand through his messy hair. "I don't think she knows marketing all that well. Honestly, I doubt any regular person does." He slumped back in his chair as if the weight of the world was pressing on him.

 

"Seriously, I'm just going to stop right here and let my teacher know that I may need to drop out," he announced, his tone heavy with resignation.

 

Junpei's brow furrowed in concern. "Wait, won't that impact your school record? Can't you at least ask for his help or something?"

 

Itadori shook his head vigorously, even though Junpei couldn't see him through the phone. "I just don't think he's the type to help a student like that, you know? Not like Utahime-sensei would." He glanced out the window, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky. "He's one of those generic boring teachers that are there to teach rather put the thought on teaching."

 

"As for affecting my record? I don't know. I'm gonna have to talk with my counselor about this., I really hope it doesn't impact my situation," Itadori muttered to himself, running a hand through his messy. The dim light his desk lamp cast soft shadows across the room, contrasting with nervous energy that buzzed within him.

 

"I'm sorry, Yuji. If there's any way I can help, I'll tell you immediately, but right now, I'm at a loss," Junpei replied, his voice laced with genuine concern. Itadori could almost picture him pacing in the dim light of his own room, brow furrowed.

 

"Don't worry about it. It's my personal crap I have to deal with," Itadori said, trying to sound more composed as he placed his phone on the desk, its screen still illuminated. He absentmindedly shuffled through his homework materials, glancing at the stack of unfinished assignments that loomed like a mountain before him. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. Planning to talk to Nanami-sensei about my struggles and see how it goes."

 

"Alright, pal. I hope everything turns out good for you. Have a good night," Junpei said, clearly trying to mask his worry with a cheerful tone.

 

"Thanks, me too. Night, Junpei. See you tomorrow." With that, Itadori hung up the phone and slumped back in his chair, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on his shoulders.

 

He reclined, letting out a frustrated sigh. This semester was already shaping up to be a disaster. He couldn't shake the feeling that Nanami-sensei would be disappointed in him for potentially dropping out. It's too hard, what could he say to justify it? The doubt clawed at him, consuming his thoughts.

 

Feeling the tension creeping into his shoulders and neck, Itadori placed a hand on the back of his neck and began to stretch. A satisfying crack reverberated through him, prompting a small groan to escape his lips. "I still feel worked up. Damn, I'm feeling stressed," he said, shaking his head as he looked back at his phone. 

 

Then he turned his head behind where his nightstand. Looking at the small box of his tissues, and half a bottle of his old lotion.

 

"It's been a while since I done this..."

 

 

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Itadori thought he had left these kinds of dreams behind for good. He thought he had outgrown them in his childhood, but now they've returned, he finds himself unable to control them.

 

 

 

"You're really going to leave me here with him?" the strange yet familiar deep voice echoed throughout the cozy living room.

 

The little chubby baby, with bright cheeks and an infectious giggle, happily as he reached out, plump fists grasping toward the tall slender young man clad white hair and oversized round sunglasses. "Dada teddy!"

 

"Oh my bad." Gojo unzips the bag and pulls out the the big bear boxer which have Nanami to let out a groan. 

 

"You actually brought that here? You know he is hit me with that..."

 

"Come on Nanami! He's being playful." Gojo slight bends over handed his son his teddy. "There you go, Sukuna! Teddy is happy to be finally free from mommy's garbage old safe."

 

The little baby began to squeal in happiness and quickly takes his teddy and began hugging, rocking left and right. Having Nanami to lean back away from the teddy bear's wavering boxing arms.

 

"Gojo I don't think..."

 

"It's just four hours, Nanami! Come on, I know this like the seventh time you've babysat Sukuna, but you owe me!" Gojo, his charming pout barely masking the desperation in his voice.

 

Nanami crossed his arms, raising a carefully groomed blond eyebrow. "Gojo, just because you lent me your pencil for that one final math exam doesn't mean I'm accountable for your—what did you call it?—your 'responsibility.'" He gently adjusted the baby in his lap, his larger hands cradling the child protectively as the little one babbled and kicked his legs in delight.

 

"Please, Nanami! I promise I'll make it worth your while!" Gojo grabbed his bag, rummaging through it while glancing at the clock anxiously. "I'll pay you a lot," he added, his voice dripping with imploring sincerity as he snatched his phone from the kitchen counter, where it had been charging, and shoved it back in his bag.

 

"Gojo, I was under the impression that Mei Mei was your son's babysitter," Nanami replied, tapping his foot against the floor as he shifted the weight of the baby, who continued to giggle and reach for Gojo's fading silhouette.

 

"Nah, she said she's heading over to Malaysia for vacation or some shit," Gojo replied with a roll of his eyes, slipping on his expensive black leather jacket. The smelled of luxury, but he couldn't off the frustration that came from being left to handle things on his own.

 

"Malaysia sounds nice," Nanami commented, his voice a mix of indifference and curiosity as he watched Gojo prepare to leave. The thought of sandy beaches and palm trees painted a stark contrast to their current chaotic lives.

 

"Are you going to help or not? Suguru is waiting in the car, and I need an answer right away." Gojo's tone was urgent, practically begging for a yes as he paced slightly, his impatience palpable.

 

Nanami closed his eyes, taking a slow, measured breath. "Alright, I—"

 

"Great!" Gojo exclaimed, Sukuna saw him tossing him a large baby bag that landed beside Nanami with a soft thud, sparing him the blow. The baby began to giggle. Nanami sighed in relief, grateful it hadn't landed on him or his child.

 

"See ya! Let me know if my kid is in critical danger," Gojo said, turning on his heels and striding toward the front door. But just as he reached for the handle, he halted, almost forgetting an important detail.

 

"Wait, one more thing..." He glanced back at Nanami, who was now kneeling on the floor, playing with his child, the little one's giggles filling the air. Gojo felt his heart soften at the sight, a mix of guilt and longing washing over him.

 

"Don't tell Utahime. Don't let her know where I am or that you're taking care of him," he instructed, seriousness creeping back into his tone.

 

Nanami looked up, a disapproving frown etched across his face. "So she doesn't know you're shirking your parental responsibilities? I thought you two had made a compromise when it comes to your son. This isn't fair to her or him, Gojo. Don't you love them?"

 

The baby continues to sit on the tall blond's lap as he is cooing, looking around and up the two. 

 

"Don't give me that crap! You're making me sound like a bad guy," Gojo retorted, irritation bubbling to the surface. "I just wanted some me time. I can't feel trapped in my home all the time, just stuck doing nothing. I need a break!"

 

Sukuna began to coo, blowing his tongue, waving his hands and kicking his small feet. Continuing to shake his teddy.

 

"I'm just pointing out the truth, Gojo," Nanami's voice began rise, frustration bubbling underneath every syllable. "You don't want to keep being a father, do you? What about Utahime-san? She's the one who takes care of him—more than you ever could. She being an actual loving parent."

 

Gojo turned abruptly, his gaze hardening. "And I'm not?" His voice was stern, a mix of hurt and anger. "I actually care about my kid—more than you think. I'm doing my best to be there for him. I love him, and I love Utahime. Nothing can change that. So don't you dare tell me how to be a parent."

 

Nanami snapped back, hands gesturing animatedly at Gojo's baby boy, who was engrossed in chewing on the stuffed head of his boxer bear. "You barely take care of him. Even when you do show up, you pass him off to Mei Mei, to me, to Geto, Haibara—hell, even your maids. You're off enjoying yourself while Utahime-san works her ass off to provide for him. She's being the best mother she can be, putting up with all your bullshit for your own selfish needs because she loves you and your son."

 

Sukuna reached out couldn't understand what they are talking about but he doesn't care as he reaches, still holding onto his teddy, stretching towards his dad, his innocent eyes filled with longing. Wanting to be held. "He needs his father, Gojo Satoru."

 

Gojo scoffed, turning to open the front door. "You wouldn't know a thing about being a dad or having a girlfriend, so what the hell do you know? Let me worry about this. I know what I'm doing, asshole."

 

"Really?" Nanami's irritation flared, her fists clenched at her sides which the little one looks down and noticed. "I've heard about you and her having constant fights—most of them your fault."

 

"Couples fight. That's normal, so what?"

 

"But not that often. Not that aggressively. Especially not in front of your son." Nanami's jaw tightened, and she locked eyes with him, a piercing gaze full of judgment. Leaving the baby uncomfortable as he begans to squirm. "Do you have any idea how this is affecting him? You guys are traumatizing him, Gojo."

 

The silence that followed was thick, the air heavy with unspoken words. Gojo's shoulders sagged, a flicker of doubt passing through his normally confident demeanor. The young father glanced at his baby, who had now dropped the bear and was staring up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

 

"I don't have time to deal with this shit. Take care of my kid at least." As Gojo steps out the door, he heard small cries.

 

"D...Dada! Dadda... No!" The child wrigg in Nanami's grip, his little face scrunching up as he let out small, heart-wrenching whines.

 

"Hey Sukuna buddy," Gojo said as he turns around and walk towards him , kneeling down to his son's level, his blue eyes glimmering with warmth. "Daddy has to step out for a bit, but I promise I'll be back before you know it!" He gently pinched the child's chubby cheek, eliciting a giggle from the little one, which made Gojo's heart swell.

 

"Be good to our friend Nanami, even if he's being a big jerk," he added playfully, making a silly face. Sukuna beamed back at him, grasping his father's fingers tightly as if to anchor him there.

 

"A jerk helping out his jerk of a friend with his kid," Nanami muttered under his breath, a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched the exchange.

 

Gojo stood up and ruffled his son's hair one last time. "Alright, bye, Sukuna! Daddy loves you!" He gave him a small quickly kiss on the head and pulled away, turning around.

 

As Gojo pulled his hand away, the little one's tiny hands reached out desperately, fingers grasping at the air as he watched his father walk toward the door. A whimper escaped his lips, "D-dada!"

 

Before Nanami could react, the toddler slipped from his hold, landing on his pudgy feet. With determination in his eyes, he took off after Gojo, but the door closed with a soft click just as he reached it. The sudden separation made the child trip, and he burst into tears, his small body trembling as he cried out for his dad.

 

"D-dada!" The sobs echoed through the room, each cry filled with innocence and confusion.

 

Feeling the weight of the moment, Nanami quickly scooped up the distressed toddler, lifting him gently with both hands. "Shh... It's okay, Sukuna," he whispered soothingly, rocking him back and forth. "Your father is... well, he's something, but I promise you, he'll be back."

 

As they moved toward the kitchen, Nanami could feel the baby's small body shaking against him, his heart squeezing at the sight of the child's tear-streaked face. "I'm really sorry you had to hear all that," he continued softly.

 

"N..N-Nam..in!" 

 

Nanami let out a soft chuckle as he pulled the squirm baby closer to his chest with one arm, the other deftly placing the well-used diaper bag on the counter. He rummaged through its contents, searching for what he needed.

 

"Alright Sukuna, let's get you changed. I highly doubt your idiot of a father has bothered to take care of this since this morning. It's almost 4 pm." His fingers brushed against the crinkly paper fabric, and he pulled out the much-dreaded diaper. "Let's head to the living room for this. And I'll grab some extra paper towels too, just in case. Remember last time? Ugh..." Nanami shuddered at the memory of the unexpected stream—a certain accident involving his face and a very surprised baby.

 

Sukuna cooed happily. As they are in the living room and Nanami sets him down, Sukuna quickly rushes to retiree his favorite toy he left. He grabbed his teddy, hugging tightly and ran back to Nanami, waving his plush boxing bear in the air, giggling as he seized Nanami's attention.

 

"C-Can you please... not shake your stuffed bear like that?" Nanami winced as the bear's oversized boxing gloves danced dangerously close to his face. "Let's have you on the floor, alright?" He carefully maneuvered them both to the middle of living room's floor, gently placing the baby down while sinking to his knees so they were eye to eye.

 

"Okay, time to move that bear out of the way so we can change you properly." He reached for the head of the beloved teddy. ‘And so I can be more safe.’

 

But, in a delightful display of defiance, the baby yanked the bear closer, shaking his head vigorously with a mischievous grin. "No!"

 

"Please, I promise I'll give it back to you the moment I'm done!" Nanami's pleas were interrupted when, with a swift flick of the bear's boxing gloves, Nanami was smacked right in the face. Stumbling back, he fell to his knees, instinctively covering his nose.

 

Sukuna's delighted giggles echoed through the living room as he clutched his bear protectively, leaning over the sofa.

 

"Just my luck..." Nanami thought, pushing himself up as the sting in his nose subsided. "Why on Earth did Gojo buy a monstrosity like that for you?" he mumbled under his breath, still feeling the phantom pain where he'd been smacked.

 

Sukuna clapped his hands together excitedly, his cheeks flushed with glee. "Na...Nanamin!"

 

"Yes, it's me, Nanami..." The young blond male sank back down onto his haunches and chuckled softly, petting the baby's tousled hair. The gentle moment relaxed him; he couldn't stay irritated for long when faced with that endearing smile.

 

"I have a deal for you, Sukuna." Nanami said with a playful grin "If you hand over your bear and let me change your diaper, we can watch your favorite show, 'Panda.' What do you think?"

 

Sukuna's eyes lit up with excitement, and clapped his little hands, bouncing in his seat, "Yah Yah Yah!"

 

"Great! Now just hand me the bear," Nanami prompted, a sparkle of determination in his eyes. As the baby processed the request, Sukuna paused for a moment, then with a cheeky grin, he launched the bear towards Nanami.

 

The stuffed toy hit Nanami squarely in the face, causing him to topple backward in mock surprise. The baby erupted into laughter, his giggles filling the room.

 

"Nanamin! Nanamin!" he squealed, clearly delighted by the unexpected turn of events.

 

Nanami, still on the floor and rubbing his nose, couldn't help but chuckle too. He sat up, clutching the bear

 

Nanami chuckles. 

 

 

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Itadori woke up to a dimly lit room, shadows dancing around him as the flickering of dawn had yet to break through. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, feeling the heaviness of lingering dreams that clung to his mind like mist. Tiredly, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the cool surface barely rousing him from his sleepy haze.

 

4:23 AM

 

He sighed, placing the phone back down as he rubbed one eye with the palm of his hand. The dream he had just moments ago danced on the edges of his thoughts, tantalizingly elusive. Despite having just experienced it, the details had slipped away like sand through his fingers. The remnants felt strangely familiar, like an old movie he couldn't quite place.

 

"What the hell kind of crazy dream was that?" he muttered to himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He decided he needed something warm to help him drift back into sleep, so he headed to the kitchen, his bare feet softly padding against the cool floor.

 

The small kitchen appeared like a scene frozen in time, cluttered with utensils and the faint smell of last night's dinner still lingering in the air. He reached for a small pot, his thoughts still swirling around the vague images from the dream. It wasn't a nightmare, thankfully, but it felt important somehow—like a message wrapped in obscurity.

 

With the pot in hand, he turned on the faucet, the sound of running water punctuating the silence. As he filled it with water, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the dream. The distinct faces of two men hovered just beyond the reach of his memory. He twisted the knob to turn off the water and placed the pot on the stove, the metal feeling warm beneath his touch.

 

If it was a movie, he should have been able to recall where the scene had come from. But he could only remember tension—the weight of a conversation... something important being discussed. He rubbed his eyes and opened the cabinet above the stove, rummaging through the various herbs. As he pulled out a mix of chamomile and mint, the thought struck him like lightning.

 

What if it wasn't just a dream? What if it was something more—a deeply buried memory?

 

His heart raced as the implication washed over him. Could one of those two men be connected to his past? To his real parents? The thought hit him like a punch.

 

What if... one of them is my dad?

 

He staggered back slightly, the herbs nearly slipping from his fingers. Breathe, he told himself, but his chest felt tight as the realization settled in. Memories—or at least, fragments of them—seemed to vie for his attention. He took a moment to ground himself, breathing in deeply, but the faster rhythm of his heart betrayed his calm facade.

 

The kettle began to whistle, snapping him back to the present. He focused on the rhythmic sound, level-headed once more. He was determined to piece together the fragments of his mind, his dreams, and perhaps uncover the truth of his past lurking beneath layers of forgotten memories.

 

As he poured the steaming water over the herbs, the aroma filled the air, soothing and inviting. 

 

Until he realized something…

 

Why am I suddenly dreaming about this? Is it the universe trying to reveal the truth to me, help me find my dad, or is it both?

 

Itadori pushed the small pot aside, turned off the stove, and hurried out of the kitchen. He flicked off the lights as he made his way back to his.

 

I have to dream again! I have to, I have to! I need to know how it all happened!

 

 

—————

 

 

Utahime strolled towards the school entrance, her lesson plan binder cradled against her chest while her purse securely on her other arm. As the clock ticked closer to 7:30 AM, she hummed a cheerful tune to herself, savoring the quiet moments before the day kicked off. Although her class wouldn't start until 8 AM, she wanted to ensure everything was ready for her students—she had lesson plans and activities to finalize for the day's learning.

 

Just as she approached the school’s front, disaster struck. She tripped on an uneven section of the pavement, and the binder slipped from her grasp, sending papers scattering like leaves in the wind. Her heart sank as she exclaimed, "Geez!"

 

Without wasting a moment, Utahime crouched down, reaching for the papers that were fluttering away in the gentle morning breeze. She quickly held a stack in one arm while using her other hand to gather more. The mounting pressure of time weighed heavily on her mind—she had to get everything back together before class started, and the clock was ticking.

 

In the midst of her frantic cleanup, she noticed two long legs clad in grey pants stepping into her line of sight. A man crouched down beside her, neatly picking up the scattered papers. Relief washed over her. "Thank you! You have no idea how much you're helping me," she said, smiling gratefully as she continued to recover the remaining assignments.

 

As she glanced up, she noticed that his back was turned to her. He wore a tailored grey suit, and his blonde hair was slicked back, suggesting an air of professionalism. "He must be the new marketing teacher," Utahime thought to herself.

 

Together, they gathered the last of the papers, and Utahime methodically organized them, ensuring everything was in its rightful place. Once all the loose papers were back in order, she beamed at the tidiness of her binder. Just then, she caught sight of a few more papers in front of her, with an arm visibly extending towards her, indicating he had collected additional sheets. Gratefully, she took them from him and began slotting them into her binder.

 

"Those were the last papers we could collect. I hope I have everything in here," she said, her tone a mix of anxiety and hope.

 

"I hope so too. It would be a shame if one paper was missing, especially if it belongs to a student," the male replied calmly, his voice soft and reassuring.

 

In fact, she swear she recognized his voice. 

 

"I wouldn't hear end of it from their parents if I lost any of these graded assignments." She chuckled softly, finally allowing herself a smile as she neatly placed the papers back into her binder, the sound of rustling paper. With a satisfying click, she closed the binder, letting out a long sigh of relief.

 

"Thank you so much. This means a lot," she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude as she turned to face the marketing teacher who had lent her a hand. "You saved me so much time!"

 

She widened her eyes, her mouth parted open.

 

The marketing teacher also reacts the same way. 

 

Both are silent for a moment.

 

 

 

"N..Nanami?..."

 

 

"Utahime?"

Notes:

HI GUYS! I hope y’all like this chapter because im already working on the next one! Also im working on the new book (AGAIN LOL) for JJK since….for this one different ship. I haven’t seen so much stories about them….and im nervous to mention but at the same time I’m curious what you guy’s think?

Even though I’m working on the new series, I want to know iyour guy’s thoughts:

I am working on the first shot for Hana Kurus and Megumi Fushiguro. I developed a small story but i also wanted to make short one so I can focus on my other fics. I know this ship is not very well-known or popular but I like to make a fic for them. What you guys think?

Chapter 18: CHAPTER 17

Drying his raven hair after a long, steamy shower, Megumi leaned against the cool bathroom counter, gazing into the mirror. Shirtless and dark grey sweatpants on. He let out a heavy breath, as if trying to release the weight of his thoughts. 

 

"I can't believe it...Why?" he murmured, gaze dropping as he contemplated the familiar reflection staring back at him, a mix of frustration and despair written on his face.

 

Just as despair threatened to engulf him, the shrill ring of his phone broke the tension. He stood up abruptly, leaving the bathroom and making his way to the bedroom where his phone lay on the bed, its screen lighting up with his friend's name. 

 

"Hey," he answered, the weariness evident in his voice.

 

"Hey? Is that all you can say to your amazing, pretty friend?" she exclaimed, a playful whine creeping into her tone. "Not even a 'I missed you, Nobara?' Or a cry of happiness?"

 

"Nice to hear you're doing well," Megumi said, rolling his eyes as he wandered to the window. The sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside him.

 

"You sound more monotone than ever. So, has your stalking plan been going smoothly, or did she call the cops on you instead?" Nobara teased, a laughter bubbling in the background.

 

"I told you, it's not stalking! I entered the exchange program just to get close to her," Megumi defended, letting out a deep sigh. "Or at least to find some closure. It's not what you think."

 

"Spoken like a true man. Creep. Anyway, did you get a chance to talk to Kurusu? She must be touched knowing her ex-boyfriend was keeping tabs on her through social media," Nobara quipped, sarcasm dripping from her words.

 

"Uh, last time I checked, you helped me find out where she was, but whatever," Megumi replied, sinking onto the edge of his bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. "And you were right. This was a dumb idea. I think I'm already too late."

 

"What? What happened?" Nobara asked, her voice suddenly tense, as if sensing the weight of Megumi's words.

 

Closing his eyes, Megumi grimaced, his jaw tightening at the memory of his neighbor flaunting happiness with Hana. "She's moved on. She's with someone else."

 

A gasp escaped Nobara, and he could imagine her dropping her phone in shock. The commotion on the other end suggested she was scrambling to pick it up, urgency lacing her voice when she spoke again. "What? Are you serious!? How do you know?" 

 

Megumi felt the heaviness in his chest press down harder, emotions swirling in turbulent waves. He glanced out the window, watching the last rays of sunlight dissipate into darkness, mirroring the feeling of emptiness that began to seep into his heart.

 

Megumi sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the ground as he recalled the scene. "When I tried to walk into the café where she works, I couldn't help but glance through the window...and there she was, talking to this guy very sweetly at the register. They were laughing, and he was leaning in close. It felt like a punch to the gut." He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging into his palm, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

 

"O-oh, okay, that could mean anything, Megumi," Nobara reassured him, though her voice wavered slightly. "He could just be a friend!"

 

"A friend?" Megumi scoffed. "She was all touchy-feely with that 'friend'. 

Her hands were on his, and she was blushing. I could see the way he was enjoying her touch. They were practically leaning into each other..."

 

"Pisses you off, huh? I can definitely hear that tone in your voice." Nobara with a teasing laugh.

 

"Angry doesn't even begin to cover it. Just seeing them together made me want to break something—last night I kicked in my own apartment door because even the voice when he asked to help open my crappy door was enough to break me," Megumi admitted, a mix of frustration and disbelief in his tone.

 

"What the hell, Megumi? You really lost it, huh?" Nobara laughed, shaking her head. "Busting down your own door? Your landlord must be fuming."

 

"Oh, he was. I got a real earful from him, but I just told him I'd pay for the damages so he'd stop yelling. I shouldn't have taken down the door, but really...it was his fault for putting me in that position."

 

"That's just stupid," Nobara said. "What does the landlord have to do with any of this?"

 

"No, you idiot—it was that dumb piece of shit Hana's new boyfriend. His stupid name is Itadori Yuji! He's the one to blame." Megumi snapped, exasperation washing over him.

 

Nobara burst into laughter. "Ohhh, now I see! Well, that just makes you look more dumber. Blaming him for 'stealing' your girl when he has no idea you two were even dating back than."

 

"Hey!"

 

"Let's be real, Megumi. You weren't exactly the best boyfriend, especially with how blunt you can be," Nobara pointed out, her teasing tone softening slightly. "I mean, I was surprised she stayed with you as long as she did!"

 

"Sometimes I really don't know why I bother talking to you," Megumi said, his voice laced with temper. "I am a little upset about this, you know. It stings to see her move on so quickly after our long relationship."

 

"I mean, after everything you put her through after that whole court case when she gave her final statement when she confront her awful, abusive parents, it's no wonder she's done with you," Nobara said, her voice thick with frustration. "Any girl would've moved on from that mess, especially after how cruel you were."

 

Megumi sighed deeply, sinking onto his bed as memories of their last confrontation flooded his mind. "I know. I'm not excusing behavior. I hate that I can still hear the awful words I said, replaying in my head."

 

"I get that you disagree with her decision to forgive her parents—I don't agree with it either—but it's her choice to make. The way you handled it made her feel small and worthless, like the dumbest girl on earth. You even told her you hated her." She said.

 

"I didn't mean every word," he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I let my perspective cloud my support for her, and now I'm facing the brutal consequences of that."

 

Nobara sighed, Megumi could tell she is shaking her head. "You realized all of this way too late. You should have reached out to her or at least apologized before she left. But you were too chicken, like the idiot you are."

 

"Yeah, I know I messed up," he muttered, continue staring down at the floor.

 

"And it's just as wrong for you to sign up for that exchange program in the first place! After finally working up the courage to apologize, you did this...." She retorted. "Planning this up than asking me to look her up, going through posts and posts. Than once you are in Tokyo, you began to sneak around like some kind of stalker—just to see her," Nobara scolded. "What was your actual goal here? Were you trying to apologize to her, or just trying to win her back?"

 

"What the hell do you think? But now it looks like that plan's fallen through, so all I can do is try to apologize." Megumi clenched his fists, the truth stinging.

 

"Oh my god! You still haven't apologized? And it's almost mid-semester!" Nobara exclaimed, exasperation leaking into her tone. "This is honestly pathetic—I'm not gonna lie."

 

"Look, you don't understand. This is harder than I thought." he snapped back, his frustration spilling over. "I've been keeping an eye on her, making sure she's okay... It's not like I can just swoop in and say, 'Hey, sorry for being a jerk on so many levels.'"

 

"Exactly! You're overthinking it!" she shot back. "You could just send her a message, a heartfelt one, anything! But instead, you're acting all sneaky. What's the plan? To show up unannounced and hope she'll magically forgive you?"

 

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. "I didn't want her to see me as just the guy who messed everything up. I don't want her to look at me and remember how I hurt her. I want her to see that I've changed, that I'm truly sorry... and to do that, I need to approach this the right way."

 

Nobara softened a bit, recognizing the weight of his struggle. "Well, you're running out of time, Megumi. You need to make a move before she completely moves on. Even if it's just a simple apology to start, you have to take that step, or this regret is going to gnaw at you forever."

 

"Nobara. Do you think I don't know that?" He said. "I need to figure a way to appropriately approach her without her seeing me as–"

 

"Seeing you as a creepy stalker ex, which you kinda are," Nobara said, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. Megumi could almost hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. "I'm trying to be a friend here. And since I'm a girl my advice is to just apologize and leave her be. Trust me—your idea of 'keeping an eye on her' will lead you to trouble, and probably jail."

 

"You told me before I left that you were going to help me out. You're just making me feel like crap," Megumi replied, frustration evident in his tone.

 

"Yeah, and helping you realize that this is a total waste of time! Seriously, the fact that you're still pursuing this is just..." Nobara sighed, exasperated. "You need to see how ridiculous this is."

 

"I'm just—"

 

"C'mon, Megumi! What's next? Are you going to stalk her on dates? Or maybe follow her to her and her boyfriend's  hookups?" Nobara teased.

 

"Would you stop that?" he growled, a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbling up.

 

"Look, I'm joking! Just don't be surprised if her new boyfriend happens to be better in bed than you," she added.

 

"Shut up!"

 

"Okay, okay, sorry! Just trying to lighten the mood," Nobara chuckled. "But seriously, Megumi, that really sucks. I'm sorry you had to see that news with your own eyes. But it's a clear signal that it's time for you to move on too. Every girl needs her space until she figures herself out. Kurusu did it, and so should you."

 

Megumi fell silent, contemplating her words.

 

"You need to stop being a little creep and start reflecting on yourself. Enjoy your time in Tokyo! You're lucky to be there as an exchange student! My grandma would never let me go, even though she knows how much I love the city." She let out a deep sigh. "Just soak it all in instead of wallowing in gloom and doom. Think of it as a vacation for yourself."

 

"You know what? You're right," Megumi finally confessed, slightly feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I have to move on. If she's moving on, then I guess I can too."

 

"I'm right? Finally you admitted! That's the... nicest thing you've said to me in ages! And you actually plan to go forward with this? You're not high or anything, are you?" Nobara laughed, surprised by his change in tone. 

 

Megumi furrowed his eyebrows, "No. What the hell. I just realized she has found someone better than I am, someone who truly deserves her. It still... hurts, but maybe it's for best..."

 

"You don't sound sure about that," Nobara replied, her voice gentle yet probing.

 

"I am," Megumi insisted, though his tone wavered slightly.

 

"Hmmm, alright then. I know it sounds stupidly cheesy to say, but there are plenty of fish in the sea! There are billions of people on this earth, so there's bound to be at least two or three girls who would like a gloomy, moody, stubborn guy like you." Nobara teased. "Or maybe someone with a sea-urchin haircut!" She laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

 

"You're really helpful, thanks," Megumi replied sarcastically.

 

"Hey, that's what friends do!" Nobara exclaimed, a proud look on her face. Then she leaned in slightly, her expression turning a bit more serious. "But really, it's okay to feel hurt. You invested your feelings, and it's natural to feel lost right now."

 

"Yeah"

 

"Hey, since you're at Tokyo, can you grab me a souvenir there? Maybe something from Gucci or Balenciaga?" She happily asks.

 

 

"After this talk? No."

 

 

————

 

 

The soft hum of conversation filled the teacher's lounge, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sun filtered through the large windows, casting warm golden hues across the room. Utahime Iori sat at a small corner table, nursing her cup of herbal tea, her thoughts drifting as Nanami sits across from her with a large cup of black coffee in his hand. It had been a while since she'd seen familiar faces, and today, a sense of nostalgia tangled with the newness of the school year filled her heart.

 

Nanami's expression a blend of seriousness and warmth. There was a formality to him, but there was also an undeniable comfort in his presence that made it easy for her to smile.

 

"Utahime," his voice steady and calm.

 

"Nanami," she replied, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "It's been a long time."

 

Utahime noted the subtle changes in him—he carried the same air of maturity, but his eyes held stories she hadn't heard yet. 

 

"Yeah it really has." He smiles.

 

"I heard you're our new marketing teacher. I'm surprised!," Utahime said, pouring a bit more tea into her cup as they began to catch up. "How's that going for you? Were you really a salesperson before?"

 

"I was until I realized working there is shit. However teaching about Marketing wasn't." Nanami chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "So I decided to become a teacher."

 

"About Marketing class...It has its challenges, but I'm enjoying it. I have an interesting group of students." He paused for a moment, his gaze dropping to his coffee. "It's a little strange being a teacher rather than salesman, though. Feels like just yesterday we were all in high school."

 

"Ahh I see well that is not what I heard from students. There were complaints of how difficult the lessons are. But that's Marketing what do you expect?" Utahime giggles as Nanami smiles.

 

The nostalgia settled between them like a warm blanket, but as they reminisced, a shadow crept into Utahime's heart. The smile on her face faded slightly as memories of their shared past danced through her mind, mingled with the bittersweet reality of her recent life choices.

 

"How have you been?" Nanami asked, his tone shifting to genuine concern. "You are finally a teacher. I'm proud." He smile. "I haven't seen you since...well when things had been... really complicated for you and Gojo."

 

Utahime sighed, catching herself for a brief moment. "Truthfully? I've been better. After the split between with Satoru and I... I thought I had things figured out." She pressed her lips together, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions. "Giving our son up for adoption was the hardest thing we have ever had to do."

 

Nanami's expression softened, empathy flowing from him like a gentle tide. "That must have been incredibly difficult. I can't imagine the pain you've been through."

 

Her eyes glistened for a fleeting moment as she looked down at her tea. "Some days are easier than others. I thought I was ready, but it feels like I've abandoned a part of myself. It's something that's always with me."

 

A brief silence enveloped them, filled with unspoken understanding. Nanami leaned forward slightly. "You're stronger than you realize, Utahime-San. It takes an incredible amount of courage to make such a decision. I just want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do."

 

The sincerity in his voice made her heart swell, grateful for the kindness they had shared since their school days. "Thank you, Nanami. It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning in my choices."

 

"You're not alone," he reassured her. "We all have our battles. And sometimes, it takes a while to find your footing again."

 

Utahime smiled faintly, feeling a flicker of hope in his words. "Back than it was very hard when everyone expects me to be okay. But I had to let myself to be okay." The memories flashed where the devastated moments of her life after giving up Itadori to adoption and her break up with Gojo. "In the end, I found the strength to emerge from a dark place, overcoming many challenges. Once I got my life on the right path I was finally able to fulfill my dream of working with incredible students. To be the teacher who has it all together."

 

"That's an amazing journey, Utahime-San. It's truly wonderful to hear, and you've become such a strong achiever with your life on track," Nanami says.

 

"Yeah all though..." She let out a tired sigh, "over the past months has happened a lot that I cannot wrapped my head together." 

 

"You're human," he said gently, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "And it's okay not to have everything figured out. Just take it one day at a time. You did and you found your path."

 

Utahime smiles as she sips in her tea. "Thank you. And I never gotten a chance to thankfully you properly. For being there for me when Gojo was obnoxious, advising me on what to do with myself and especially being our second babysitter. You helped so much when you wouldn't have to and I will never forget your amazing generosity."

 

"For you, anytime. It breaks my heart to see you struggling and raising a child on your own while Gojo is off having fun and shirking his responsibilities." He takes a sip of his coffee, and his shifts. "Still, it's not entirely his fault for what had happened between you and your guy's son. I wish he had been more cooperative so that Sukuna could have had a stable family."

 

Utahime looks down, acknowledging that there's small of truth.

 

"There are rare moments when I find myself thinking about Sukuna." He said as his expression softened. "If he has been adopted by a wonderful family who could give him everything he needed and wanted. Where he is now and what he's up to. I hope he's nothing like his father," Nanami remarks.

 

Utahime's eyes widen, and she lets out a small nervous laugh. "I have a feeling in my heart...a mother's heart...that he was adopted and raised by incredible loving family that taught him and give everything he needed." 

 

She's smiles. "I know he's out there enjoying his life, and I have a feeling he's far from his dad." 

 

He smiles as well. "I really hope so." Nanami says as he took a sip on his coffee.

 

Utahime closes her eyes, "I can tell he must be the sweetest, lovingly, and soft-hearted golden retriever at heart."

 

Suddenly, the bell rang, echoing through the halls of the school, a reminder of their responsibilities. Utahime glanced at the clock and then back at Nanami, a bittersweet sensation tugging at her heartstrings. "I should probably get ready for my class."

 

Nanami nodded, standing up with her. "Let's not let it be so long before we catch up again. I'd like to hear more about your life and how you're handling things. Here." He handed her a small note with a number written. 

 

"You can reach out to me anytime so we can carry on our conversations," he says, picking up his small briefcase.

 

"Of course," she replies, her smile warm and genuine once again. "Thank you!" Utahime takes out her phone, enters his number, and sends a text. "You can do the same! My number is saved on your phone now."

 

Nanami smiles as he hears the text notification from his phone. He pulls it out and adds her number to his contact list. "I'll do that."

 

As they dumb their drinks in the sink, washing than walked towards the door, Utahime felt a sense of relief. For the first time in a long while, she felt seen and understood. The shadows that had clouded her mind began to lift, if only slightly. Nanami paused at the entrance, looking her way with a comforting smile.

 

"Just remember, Utahime. You are already a strong person at best. Even back than." he said gently before stepping out into the hallway.

 

As she watched him leave, she felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. They had both grown since their school days, even little after but it was moments like these that tied the past to the present—reminders that amidst the chaos of life, with Gojo, providing his support and care of her and her son, as well as backing her up. There were still connections worth holding onto. And in that small, dimly lit teacher's lounge, amidst echoes of laughter and the scent of coffee, she found a flicker of strength to embrace the journey ahead.

 

However she than realizes that almost dread her. 

 

Since Nanami teaches here and Itadori goes to school here too..does that mean they will soon cross paths?

 

Does she aslo has to explain it to itadori and Nanami?

 

However she sees that Nanami's classroom is in the other side of the school building and Itadori doesn't seem like the type of student to do marketing subject.

 

But. 

 

She has a feeling that they might, and she is afraid of what Nanami will tell Itadori is more truthful than what Utahime told him. And that is what scares her the most.

 

 

————

 

 

Finishing up the class for the day, Utahime said her farewells to her students and remind them to read the reading assignments for this Friday's quiz. As she is getting ready for her next class, she sees Itadori still sitting in his chair with a worried expression.

 

Utahime raises both her eyebrows. "Itadori-San?" She went around the desk and headed towards him. "You should be heading out now, next class starts in few minutes. Is everything matter, hun?"

 

Itadori looked up to his teacher, a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Can I stay here for the next class? I want to go over the materials again since I kinda had a hard time concentrating... I'm really not myself today." His voice trailed off, betraying the weight of his thoughts.

 

Utahime noticed the shift in his demeanor and felt a tug of concern in her chest. She pulled a nearby chair from an empty student's desk and sat down beside him, leaning in slightly. "Is everything okay? Are you coming down with something like a cold or a fever?" As she held up her hand, gently placing it on his forehead to check his temperature, a familiar instinct stirred within her—one she hadn't felt in a long time, the instinct to care and nurture.

 

Itadori shrugged off her concern, shaking his head. "No, I'm not sick. Haven't had a cold, or even a sneeze, for a decade." He managed a chuckle, but Utahime felt a strange tension beneath his lighthearted facade. Realizing her gesture might be crossing a line, she pulled her hand away quickly, her cheeks coloring slightly.

 

"Oh, that was inappropriate of me! I-I'm sorry." She laughed nervously, but her eyes stayed locked on him, searching for answers. "What's really going on, Itadori-san?"

 

He let out an exasperated huff, running a hand through his hair. "I really don't want to go to my next class. I hate it. The subject is terrible, some of my classmates are deranged, and I can't grasp the material no matter how hard I try to study. I'm falling further behind on all my missing assignments and quizzes that are due soon. And don't get me started on the teacher!" His frustration bubbled over, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke.

 

"Oh no, that sounds really stressful," Utahime said sympathetically, furrowing her brows. "Have you told your teacher about these problems you're having?"

 

"I sent him an email," Itadori replied, his irritation palpable. "And his response was, 'Go back to the textbooks, slideshows, and the in-class materials I provided, and that's how you'll understand the topic.'" He waved his hands dismissively. "Like, what?? What kind of help is that?"

 

He placed both his hands on his head, leaning forward slightly as if the weight of his struggles was physically burdening him.

 

Utahime felt a twinge of concern as she watched Itadori sink deeper into exhaustion and stress, his shoulders slumping under the weight of academic burden. She placed a gentle hand on his back, hoping to offer some comfort. "Itadori, have you considered meeting with the school counselor or withdrawing from the elective class? They might be able to help you."

 

He looked up, revealing the fatigue etched across his face. "I've thought about it, but..." His voice trailed off as he collected his thoughts. "I'm worried that if I withdraw, it'll go on my school record and hurt my GPA. My grandpa made it clear in his will that good grades are super important. If I mess this up, I could end up on the streets."

 

Utahime's eyes widened in shock. "That's a serious problem. Have you thought about finding a tutor or asking a classmate for help?"

 

The warmth of her comforting rubs made him sigh, feeling a mix of solace and frustration. "I did find a classmate who could help, but he's not really in the mood right now. And then there are private tutors, but they charge like between 14,000 to 18,400 yen an hour... I suck at math but I know if I do that rate, it'll drain my grandpa's savings—"

 

Utahime frowned, her heart aching for him. "I really wish I could do something to help. I may be teaching social studies, but I can try to help with the subject you're struggling with. What is it?"

 

"Marketing," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Her eyes widened in surprise as she pulled her hand back, the realization hitting her. "O-Oh... that new elective class? I... I see..."

 

Noticing the sudden change in her demeanor, Itadori raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Is something wrong with that class?"

 

"No, no!" she rushed to assure him. "It's just that I've heard from some of my students that it's quite complicated. They're struggling just as much as you seem to be."

 

"Well, at least I'm not alone in thinking that class is complete bull crap," Itadori scoffed. But then he yelped as she flicked his forehead playfully. "Ow!" He rubbed the spot and looked up at her in surprise.

 

"Don't use that tone with me, Itadori-san," Utahime scolded, her voice firm yet playful.

 

"Okay, my bad," he replied, chuckling a bit. After a moment's pause, he added, "But seriously, it feels like no one likes that class, and Nanami-sensei just makes it harder."

 

Utahime gave Itadori a sympathetic look, her expression soft as an idea sparked her mind. "You know I could put in a good word for you," she suggested.

 

He blinked at her, a hint of hope in his eyes. "Huh? What do you mean?" Itadori as he sat up, curiosity replacing some of the tension in his posture.

 

"We've known each other for a long time." she explained. "I didn't realize he was the one teaching that new class until this morning when we bumped into each other. He can be tough to handle, but I think I can convince him to take it easy on you and give you the support you need."

 

A spark of optimism lit up Itadori's face. "You can really do that?"

 

She nodded enthusiastically, her confidence brightening the room. But then, she glanced at the clock above the classroom door, her eyes widening in alarm. "Uh oh, you're going to be late!" She leapt to her feet, urging Itadori to do the same.

 

"Yeah, I should try to make a good impression if you're going to talk to him," he chuckled, grabbing his backpack and heading toward the door, Utahime following closely behind.

 

"Don't worry, Itadori-san! I'll make sure he knows that you're doing your best in class, and I'll remind him to take it easy on you," she said with a reassuring smile as she reached for the doorknob.

 

"Thanks, sensei. That really means a lot. I just hope he listens. I can't handle his intense teaching style all on my own," Itadori replied, laughter bubbling in his voice, a mix of nerves and relief.

 

"Honestly, why did you take that class in the first place?" Utahime asked as she swung the door open.

 

"It wasn't by choice! The school put me in it because I registered late," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "And you know why I registered late..."

 

"Ohhh....." she laughed, the sound light and warm. "Well, it's time to head out, Itadori-san."

 

"Yeah!" As he stepped out of the classroom, Itadori paused, lost in thought, a flicker of uncertainty clouding his features. He placed his book bag on the ground.

 

Utahime noticed his hesitation and was about to ask what was wrong when he surprised her by stepping back toward her and wrapping her in a warm embrace. Her eyes widened in surprise. Itadori tightened the hug slightly, his smile genuine as he soaked in the familiar sense of comfort. The stress he had felt moments ago began to melt away, replaced by a soothing warmth.

 

Utahime's heart swelled; she responded to the hug, wrapping her arms around him in return. It was a nostalgic gesture, reminding her of the days when she shared countless laughs, affection, bondage and moments of comfort when he was a baby. The familiarity of his warmth brought back cherished and nostalgic memories, making her smile even wider. Comforting him and her.

 

"See you later....mom." He gently whispered sweet words into her ear before slowly releasing his embrace, a warm smile gracing his face as he turned, picks up his book then leave the classroom. 

 

Utahime watched him dash down the hallway toward his next class, her fluttering wildly in her chest. That brief hug lingered in her mind, especially the way he had affectionately called her "mom." 

 

It sent waves of warmth and joy coursing through her, making her feel an overwhelming rush of emotion that words couldn't quite capture. A radiant smile spread across her face, lighting up her entire being, as she cherished that precious moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I'm back! And I already started the next chapter ❤️ by the way I recently turned 24 last week (Oct.2nd) so I had a lot of fun that week 🥰

Chapter 19: CHAPTER 18

Itadori burst into the Marketing classroom just as the bell rang, his heart racing from the last-minute sprint. He scanned the room, taking in the sight of his classmates standing around their desks, animatedly chatting and laughing. A quick glance toward the front confirmed his sensei wasn't there yet—thankfully. That was a small relief; maybe he wouldn't get grilled about his homework situation after all.

 

Itadori went up to his teacher's desk and placed his two late assignments. I only got to do 2 homeworks so far. I doubt I did any good but my effort should at least count some points, right?

 

As he turned around to navigate through the classroom, he noticed most of the seats were already filled. The scramble for a good spot was on, but one chair in the left back corner caught his eye.

 

Of course, it was occupied by his neighbor, who was glued to his phone screen, with a nonchalant look,

 

Great. Gotta find another seat. No way I'm sitting next to that maniac.

 

He glanced around the room again, but finding an empty seat was an uphill battle. The class was packed tighter than he had anticipated.

 

"Why the hell everyone taking Marketing? This class is so stupid!" he grumbled under his breath. "I just need to find one seat before—"

 

"Alright everyone, class has begun. I need everyone in their seats immediately, please or I will mark you as late."

 

Panic surged through Itadori. Oh crap, he's back! 

 

The classroom began to buzz with the sound of chairs scraping against the floor as students rushed to sit down. Each step Itadori took felt like a chore; bodies were in his way everywhere he turned. He darted toward one desk, but it was claimed by another student, and another desk was taken as well by another student. Frustration bubbled up—he let out a groan.

 

"Itadori-san. Please take a seat now," Nanami called from the front, adjusting his glasses with a serious look.

 

With his shoulders slumped, Itadori turned reluctantly toward the only empty seat left—next to Megumi. The stoic boy was focused intently on the teacher, completely ignoring Itadori's presence.

 

Okay, if this guy even lays a finger on me, I'm going to scream, 'This urchin wants to touch me!' 

 

————

 

The marketing classroom lesson had officially wrapped up, leaving the students engrossed in the graded activity sheet that had to be completed before the end of class. The task at hand revolved around understanding market segmentation strategies, a topic that had sparked some lively discussions earlier but now felt somewhat tedious to the class.

 

As the clock ticked down, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of concentration and chatter. Most students seemed to be tackling the marketing sheet with enthusiasm, making steady progress. However, Itadori was an exception, visibly struggling with every question.

 

Typically, he would have his partner, Megumi, to navigate through the tricky parts, but since Megumi doesn't want to deal with him...itadori is on his own. 

 

Meanwhile, Megumi had already finished the assignment in record time and glued to his phone with disinterest.

 

Leaning back in his chair with a frustrated sigh, Itadori cast a sideways glance at Megumi, who was now scrolling through his social media feed, utterly oblivious to Itadori's plight. The sight of his classmate relaxing while he fought with the assignment was a bitter reminder of his predicament.

 

"This class sucks," Itadori muttered to himself, casting an annoyed look at Nanami-sensei, who was busy grading papers at his desk, seemingly unaware of the chaos unfolding around him. Nanami-sensei is so no help at all.

 

Itadori's gaze drifted back to his incomplete activity sheet, a sense of defeat washing over him. The ticking clock reminded him that there were only twenty minutes left, and the realization sank in that he might end up with a big fat zero if he didn't pull it together.

 

Than again he realized.

 

"Well, looks like I'm gonna fail this class anyway," he lamented silently, a hint of resignation creeping into his voice.

 

Desperate for a distraction, he reached for his phone, pulling it from his pocket. He was taken back when he noticed a new text notification—thankfully, he had put his phone on vibrate but managed to catch the message just in time.

 

"Oh Hana," he murmured softly, just enough for Megumi to hear. 

 

Instantly, Megumi's curiosity shifted from his phone to Itadori.

 

Itadori reads the message. I forgot we exchanged phone numbers.

 

~Hi! It's Hana. From the cafe?~

 

He texted back. 

 

~Yea I have already know that haha!~

 

~I hope I am not interrupting you in school or anything?~

 

~I'm in Marketing class right now but we are now doing some really boring crap. So you are fine!~ 

 

~oh that's good ! I am also in class. Science! we are just watching a boring documentary about plants and I don't think I want to listen anymore stupid history about photosynthesis. Sun is important we know! Sun is still here. Sun sun sun.~

 

Itadori silently chuckles at the message. "She's something." He says quietly.

 

That angers Megumi.

 

~Btw...Yuji.....can I ask you something?~

 

"Hmm?" Itadori considered the message, curiously as he texting back.

 

~Yea sure! What is it?~ 

 

~mmmm...I'm kinda nervous to ask...hmm hehe uhmmm...🤗~

 

"Hahah that's cute." He softly said as he texts.

 

Meanwhile the raven haired male next to him started to grit his teeth. Holding his urges to strangle the guy next to him.

 

~Go ahead!~

 

Itadori stared at the screen, watching the text bubble flicker on his phone, but before he could read what it said a shallow voice cut through the air.

 

"If you're going to keep getting distracted instead of actually doing your work, you might as well just fail the class," Megumi said, annoyance lacing his tone.

 

Itadori lifted his head, setting his phone down with more force than necessary. He glanced at Megumi, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. "Okay? It's not like I wanted to be be here in the first place. You should at least mind your own business on what I'm doing."

 

Megumi maintaining a cool demeanor as he continued to type away on his own phone. "I'm just saying, from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're not even trying. You're glued to your phone like it's the only thing you care about."

 

Itadori narrowed his eyes, ready to defend himself. "Holy crap. I was on my phone for just one minute, and you're already criticizing me as if I'm a lousy student. You don't know me at all! And weren't you supposed to help me? I'm trying—I just can't wrap my head around this stupid concept of Marketing." He gestured wildly, frustration spilling over. "Plus, you're on your phone too! What the hell?"

 

Megumi raised an eyebrow but didn't look up from his screen. "I'm on my phone because I finished the work I was supposed to do. Because I listened in class. Maybe if you focus just a fraction of your attention to the lesson little more instead of almost falling asleep, you'd have completed the assignment by now and wouldn't need to rely on my help."

 

Itadori's jaw clenched. "Huh? What the hell is your problem with me? We barely know each other, and it feels like you already hate my guts. I doubt it has anything to do with my knowledge in Marketing."

 

Megumi shrugged, still not breaking his focus on his phone. "You're just... weird." 

 

Itadori felt a wave of frustration wash over him. "I don't know what your deal is, but it's like you've got some serious issues going on. Remember how you broke your door when I offered to help?" he pointed out, exasperated.

 

"And?" Megumi replied, barely phased.

 

"And!?..." Itadori leaned in, his expression incredulous. "Well... maybe that's your way of being a loner. Like really? Feels like you might need some anger management classes. I could see where your future is going at: probation." 

 

Finally setting his phone down, Megumi shot him a scowl that could freeze fire. "Bold of you to assume you know me at all. You think the small details make the entire picture? Newsflash: you don't know the first thing about me. If anyone should be worried, it's you, with that clueless attitude. Honestly, I feel sorry for you being so out of touch."

 

"I should be the one feeling bad for you," Itadori said, swiveling in his desk chair to face Megumi. His piercing gaze bore into his friend, eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. "You don't know how to get along with people who are nice. You can't go into a conversation without speaking in broad sentences. It's like you think everyone around you is an idiot. You don't even see the value in anything or anyone."

 

For a moment, the silence hung thick in the air, amplifying the tension between them. Itadori leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a defiant look on his face.

 

"Really? Who can take you seriously?" Megumi's fists clenched beneath the desk, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. His instinct was to lash out, to punch Itadori right in the gut for being so dense, but he was acutely aware of where they were—at school. The last thing he wanted was to jeopardize his academic record in the upcoming exchange program or get thrown into detention. He closed his eyes, teeth grinding together, a silent battle waging within him. Slowly, he breathed out, willing himself to calm down. He doesn't want his anger turn into fury.

 

"I can't believe some dead-brain loser like you has a girlfriend. I really don't know what she sees in you," he shot back, the words slipping out before he could stop them, like a poorly aimed arrow.

 

Itadori's brow furrowed in confusion. "Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend. I'm not dating any girl. What are you even talking about?"

 

Megumi paused, caught off guard by Itadori's bewilderment. "Uh...wait, hold on...you don't have one?" he stammered, his eyes widening as the realization settled in. "I...uh...I was under the impression that you did."

 

Itadori shook his head vigorously. "Uhh...no, I don't have one. I'm not dating. Where'd you get that idea?" he asked, leaning closer, genuine curiosity replacing the annoyance on his face.

 

Megumi felt the heat creep up his cheeks, embarrassment flooding his senses. He didn't want to dwell on why he thought that; he could feel the mocking laughter of his own mind. He sighed, mentally kicking himself for getting into this exchange. "The other day...I saw you talking to this...barista girl at that small café, you know—the one with the blond hair," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "You two seemed really close, leaning on the register like that."

 

"Ohhh her? She's just a new friend." Itadori says. "We were just exchanging numbers so we could get to know each other better. That's all."

 

"I see..." Megumi murmured, hardly meeting Itadori's gaze. "A...And you don't feel anything more for her? Like, is it just a friendly thing? Nothing more than being mutuals?" His question came out more tentative than he intended, his tone shifting as he probed for answers. I think...I still have a chance!...

 

Itadori scrunched up his face at the question, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, nothing more than just casual friendship. I don't see her in that way. Why you asking that?" He leaned back slightly.

 

Just then, Nanami appeared from behind the two male students, a look of concern etched on his face. "I heard a little commotion in the back, and it sounds like it's coming from you two. Is everything alright? I need to know," he said, his tone both authoritative and soothing.

 

Before Itadori could respond, Megumi quickly interjected, "Yeah, we're fine. We were just going over our worksheet thoroughly before calling it done for the day." He grabbed the worksheet and confidently placed it between them, a gesture that caught Itadori completely off guard. The implication that Megumi was taking credit for their collaborative effort ached in his chest, a mix of surprise and gratitude.

 

"Ahh, alright then. So you two have finished, huh? Let me take that, and you can use the spare time as free time," Nanami said and willingly to accept their completed work.

 

"Thank you," Megumi replied, his tone lightening. He turned to Itadori, his brow raised slightly. "Don't forget to put your name here," he reminded, nudging the classroom activity sheet closer to Itadori, who remained frozen in disbelief.

 

"...o-oh yeah... you're... r-right." Itadori stammered, finally snapping out of his shock. He picked up his pencil, his hand trembling slightly as he wrote his name next to Megumi's. With a swift motion, Megumi took the completed sheet and handed it to Nanami, a proud smile on his face.

 

"I appreciate your hard work, you two. I'm glad to see you, Fushiguro-San, contributing with another classmate rather than working solo all the time," Nanami said, turning his attention to Itadori. "And I assume he was also a big help in getting you caught up with your assignments and the lesser criteria?"

 

"Definitely! I helped him a lot. I even stayed after school to make sure he understood the material and went over his work with him," Megumi said, his confidence unwavering. "We're not fully done yet, but we're almost there."

 

Itadori could hardly believe what he was hearing.

 

"Well, as long as Itadori is getting the hang of the subject and is receiving help from his classmate, it's still a work in progress," Nanami said with a slight smile. He glanced at Itadori warmly, a hint of encouragement in his eyes. "Don't forget to study for your upcoming late and next quizzes, Itadori-san." As he spoke, Nanami took a long look at Itadori, observing him closely. Itadori felt a twinge of confusion, unsure why his sensei was staring intently at him, but before he could voice his thoughts, Nanami turned and headed back to his desk.

 

Left in a whirlwind of emotions, Itadori blinked, still processing what had just happened, when his gaze finally met Megumi's. "Hey, what the—? What was that all about? Last night you screamed at me, five minutes ago you were ready to fight me, and now? You just lied to Nanami-sensei, saying we worked together, and that you were helping me catch up on my late assignments. Why would you do that? Something is definitely off with you."

 

Megumi, caught in a swirl of embarrassment, struggled to respond. He avoided Itadori's gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Look, I think there was a... misunderstanding here..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? This is so confusing! Why did you lie to Nanami-sensei like that?" Itadori pressed, frustration creeping into his tone. "You're calling me the weird one, but you're acting the same way!"

 

"What? You want me to tell him the truth and risk getting a zero on a 15-point classroom assignment? We only have about seven minutes left in class, and you're nowhere near finished on your sheet. Fine than let me tell him—"

 

"No! Please, this activity is a total nightmare, and my brain is fried!" Itadori protested, letting out a half-hearted chuckle to ease the tension. "But seriously, you lied to him about helping me with my late work!"

 

"Okay, how about this? After school, come to my place, and we can tackle the late assignments together. I swear this time I'll actually help," Megumi suggested earnestly, a touch of sincerity in his voice. "Consider this my way of apologizing."

 

Itadori raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of skepticism and surprise. "Are you bipolar or something? You know, actually saying you're sorry would—"

 

"I am very sorry," Megumi interjected, his voice lowering as he bowed slightly while sitting. "Not just for what happened a few minutes ago, but about everything from last night. I was... going through some personal issues, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

 

Itadori softened at Megumi's admission, realizing there was more beneath the surface. 

 

"Oh, well, you definitely shouldn't have lashed out at me like that. I was just trying to be a good neighbor—and maybe even a potential friend," Itadori said, smiling at the unexpected turn of events. "I accept your apology, but... there are actually three ways you can make it to me."

 

Megumi raised an eyebrow, "Like?"

 

————

 

"Fushiguro! Glad you could join us at our lunch table!" Itadori calls out, waving enthusiastically as Megumi settles into the seat across from him and Junpei.

 

Megumi shifts slightly, his expression unreadable as he sits down. "Yeah, I am... here," he replies, glancing at his friends before quickly looking away. Not like have a choice, do I?

 

Junpei leans back, chuckling as he nudges Itadori with his elbow. "I'm surprised he actually came over instead of us going to his empty corner table," he says, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

 

"It is a small table," Megumi mutters, sounding almost defensive.

 

"It's cozy! Like a little hideout!"Itadori laughs. 

 

"I'm excited for this Friday's Movie night at your place, Fushiguro! It's going to be so much fun!" Itadori beaming with excitement.

 

Megumi's eyes flicker with a hint of irritation.

 

"I already picked a movie that I think we'll all laugh at because it's so poorly made," Junpei interjects, a mischievous glint in his eye.

 

"Oh really? What movie did you pick?" Itadori leans forward eagerly, genuinely curious.

 

Junpei grins widely, clearly enjoying the suspense. "It's better if it's a surprise, but just trust me on this—it's going to be a kick!"

 

"Awesome! I'm bringing my famous meatballs too! And tons of sweets! Fushiguro, you excited?" Itadori asks, practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

 

"Excited about you two trashing my living room, being so loudly obnoxious and making a huge mess with all your snacks and drinks? Oh, absolutely. Can't wait," his voice dripped with sarcasm. A hint of irritation creeping into his tone.

 

"Don't worry, Fushiguro! We'll clean it up!" Itadori reassures, giving him a thumbs up, as if that were all that mattered to Megumi

 

Junpei, taking a bite of his apple, shrugs with a playful smirk. "We'll try our best, but can't guarantee that promise, though. We can be a bit too much."

 

"Okay, that's reassuring..." Megumi mumbles, furrowing his brows as he contemplates the chaos that lies ahead. I think I'm going to regret this.

 

Leaning closer to Itadori, Junpei whispers, "So, to make up for his crappy behavior, he's going to handle your missing assignments, and we can still have our big movie night at his place?"

 

Itadori nods, his voice dropping to a hush. "Well...not exactly. He said that he'll only do two of my missing assignments before he helps with the other three. Plus, we can't bring too many snacks or drinks, and they can't be too sticky or greasy. We can't spend the night at his place if we get too exhausted, and doesn't want the volume to cranked up," Itadori whispers. "But we can still have our movie night with him, as long as we handle it with, um, maturity, according to him."

 

"He doesn't really know us that well, so I doubt that'll happen," Junpei replies with a chuckle.

 

"What are you two talking about?" Megumi asks, began eating his meal.

 

 

"Oh nothing!" Both of them said, smiling.

 

Junpei gently elbow-bumps Itadori, to catch his attention. Itadori turns his head, curious. 

 

"Didn't you say you wanted to tell me about that dream you had and that need my help with it?" Junpei whispers eagerly. 

 

"Oh yeah! I'll fill you in after school. The theory I came up with is actually insane!" Itadori replies, excitement bubbling over. 

 

"If you guys are talking about me, I'm just gonna head back to my original table," Megumi says, visibly annoyed as he gathers his things to leave.

 

"Oh no, no, no! We were just discussing... my dream from last night, so don't worry about it!" Itadori insists with a grin. "Besides, we already talked a lot crap about you earlier this morning. If that makes you feel better?"

 

Megumi sits back down, still irritated. "Good to know."

 

————

 

Nanami took a slow sip of his small liquor drink, savoring the warmth as it spread through him, while nestled comfortably in his favorite armchair in his library room. The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the pages of the well-worn novel resting on his lap. After spending a grueling two hours poring over his students' assignments and lesson notes, he finally relished the chance to unwind in the peaceful embrace of solitude and dive into the story he had eagerly anticipated reading for months.

 

Yet, despite the tranquility surrounding him, his mind kept drifting back to one student in particular—Itadori Yuji. A wave of concern washed over him as he remembered that Yuji had submitted only two late assignments, when he had expected him to have completed all of them by now. After reviewing the submissions, it was evident: the young man's performance was not up to par. Nanami's brow furrowed slightly at the thought of Yuji's future in Marketing. He wanted to help the boy succeed, but he worried that his lack of focus could jeopardize his grades.

 

As bits of Itadori's personality replayed in his mind, a strange sense of déjà vu enveloped him. There was something about Itadori's energy—an oddly familiar spark that resonated deep within him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had encountered that vibrant smile and determined spirit somewhere before, despite never having met him prior to this class. It was as if the boy was a reflection of someone from his past, someone who had long been tucked away in the corners of his memory.

 

Just as he turned the page, lost in his thoughts and the world of fiction, his phone buzzed insistently on the small desk beside him, breaking the spell of tranquility. Glancing at the screen, he noticed it was Utahime.

 

"Utahime-san?" he answered, curiosity piquing his interest.

 

"Hi, Nanami! Sorry to bother you at this hour. I would have called earlier but I've been swamped with grading and lesson plans! I really hope I'm not interrupting anything important," her voice bright and warm over the line.

 

Nanami shook his head, a slight smile forming at the corners of his lips, although she couldn't see it. "No, not at all. I was just in the middle of some reading after reviewing my student's assignments, but I can spare a few moments to chat. How have you been, Utahime-san?"

 

A light chuckle escaped her. "I just finished grading the last of my assignments too. It feels like an eternity, doesn't it?" she sighed, a mixture of relief and exhaustion palpable in her voice.

 

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "It really does. But now we both have a little time to breathe," he replied, allowing himself to unwind further, grateful for this moment of connection amidst the demands of teaching. 

 

"Yeah." Utahime says. "There is a main reason I called. One of my students shared his concerns with me about the class you are teaching. He and I have a really trusting teacher-student bond, so he felt comfortable opening up about his struggles. I can see that he's trying his best with the worksheets, but he's really been struggling to grasp the materials."

 

Nanami raised his brow, curiosity piqued. "Oh, I see. I wonder why he hasn't brought this up with me directly. I'm not saying he should discuss everything with you, but it would be helpful if he could share his questions and challenges with me."

 

"He mentioned he sent you an email, but he wasn't pleased with the response you gave him. He's a sweet and hard-working student, and I know you're a good teacher. I hope you don't take it the wrong way, but it would be great if you could be a bit more supportive and approachable as a teacher," Utahime gently suggested.

 

Nanami absorbed her words, a contemplative look crossing his face. "This is my first time as a teacher, and I realize now that some of my students don't seem to enjoy my presence." 

 

As he reflected on his experiences, it became painfully clear to him that his students were not particularly enthusiastic about his presence. It was as though they failed to see beyond his role as their instructor, neglecting to recognize the personality he brought to the classroom. Their reluctance to approach him for clarification or even offer a simple greeting—neither in class nor during encounters in the hallway—was disheartening. Instead, they appeared indifferent, often displaying a sense of boredom or nonchalance whenever he was around. This lack of engagement weighed on him, making him wonder if he was truly reaching them or if they merely viewed him as a faceless authority figure in their academic lives.

 

"I need to adjust my teaching style and become more engaging with my students rather than just focusing on the materials. If I want them to truly understand, I should foster a better connection."

 

Utahime smiled warmly through the call, reassured by his reflection. "Thank you, Nanami-san. That means a lot to me. I can assure you that once you let your students feel comfortable around you and earn their trust, you'll discover how rewarding teaching can be. It makes everything feel so much more meaningful. Trust me, I know from experience."

 

"Alright, I will take your word for it," Nanami responded, his voice a mix of determination and appreciation.

 

"Oh, and about this student... he's also been struggling with his late assignments. He mentioned that he feels overwhelmed and isn't sure if he can finish them on time. Perhaps you could consider excusing those assignments?" Utahime proposed, her tone hopeful yet earnest.

 

"I understand your concern, but it's crucial for this class that all graded assignments are submitted as required," Nanami replied, his voice remaining firm though slightly wavering with uncertainty. "Every student needs to learn the importance of meeting deadlines."

 

Utahime let out a resigned sigh, feeling the weight of the situation. "But Nanami, Itadori-san doesn't want to end up with a bad grade. He missed the first week of the semester because of personal issues especially when he found out that he was adopted." 

 

"Huh..?"

 

"He's a precious angel, Nanami. He's is trying to catch up." She said. "If he gets one bad grade from one class, it could affect his living situation as his grandpa passed away recently and left the apartment to him but only the condition if he didn't get in trouble with the law or school or failed education. Please Nanami." She pleaded. "A little flexibility could go a long way in helping him succeed."

 

"Wait, Itadori? Itadori Yuji?" Nanami questioned, disbelief etched across his face. He shifted his weight slightly, glancing around the room as if expecting to find some sort of explanation lingering in the air. "I thought he missed the first week because he was sick," he added, his brow furrowing deeper.

 

"And why are you calling him that when it is unprofessional as a teacher to call a student like that?" He leaned against his chair, arms crossed, trying to suppress a wave of frustration. "Are you covering for him on something? Do not tell me he is lying about his absence. This is serious," he continued, his voice low but intense. "I really hope he's not lying about this...this is not what I want to hear." 

 

Utahime’s heart dropped.

 

His mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. "And his living situation? What is this about? I do not understand. Adoption? How do you know all that about him? Are you even allowed to look into his records? Or even have this close personal relationship with him? Utahime-san, as a professional high school teacher, this raises serious concerns. This is not appropriate.“

 

Utahime's eyes widened, the weight of the truth heavy on her shoulders. She hesitated for a brief moment, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. Her heart began to pibe faster. She can't lie. It was time to reveal the truth, no matter how shocking it would be. 

 

"Nanami-san," she finally said, taking a breath to steady herself. "I need to tell you about him, and there are reasons why he was unable to attend the first week—and it's something he's still struggling with." She says. "And how I know all that about him, very personal informations."

 

Nanami shifted closer, his curiosity piqued but also laced with apprehension. 

 

She hesitated again, the gravity of her next words pulling at her. It was a moment that felt like it could break everything. "Itadori Yuji is... my... son...he's Sukuna."

 

Nanami's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, the room felt like it held its breath. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of reality pressing down on them both. 

 

"What?"

 

 

Notes:

I am sad JJK ended. The ending was 6/10 😭😭😭

Also really Gege? 5 chapters…

Chapter 20: Ch. 19

Notes:

Today (July 25th) is the 4 years anniversary when this fic was released! 😭💘💘💘

 

~Past~

 

Utahime gently rubbed her significantly swollen belly, a silent comfort against the familiar ache. She was almost in her final trimester, the days blurring into a cycle of anticipation and exhaustion, yet a profound sense of purpose kept her going. Her body, once accustomed to rigorous work outs and studying, now moved with a deliberate slowness, a constant reminder of the precious life growing within her.

 

Her online schooling had begun when she was only six months along, a necessary adjustment to accommodate her changing circumstances and maintain a semblance of normalcy. 

 

Despite the challenges, she was still at the top of her classes, diligently completing assignments and excelling in her studies, proving her unwavering dedication even amidst such a significant personal journey.

 

She found herself nestled in her room at Shoko's place, a haven of quietude. 

 

Soft, soothing music played in the background as she scrolled through a list of baby names, her focus solely on finding the perfect one for a boy. Even though her due date was drawing near, she hadn't yet settled on a name, a testament to her desire for it to be truly meaningful, a reflection of the hope and strength she wished for her son.

 

A sudden, strong kick vibrated through her stomach, jolting her from her thoughts.

 

She giggled, a soft, melodic sound, "Sweetie, are you trying to distract me from this important task? Mama needs to find you a really good name, one that will suit you perfectly as you grow."

 

Utahime sighed contentedly, a serene smile gracing her lips as she leaned back in the plush rocking chair. The feeling of her baby's movements was a constant reassurance, a tangible connection to the future she was building. She gently caressed her abdomen, lost in the quiet joy of the moment, a stark contrast to the turbulent path that had led her here.

 

She looked out the window, watching the city lights begin to twinkle as dusk settled over Tokyo. The view, usually a source of calm, now sparked a cascade of thoughts about her uncertain future with her son. She was acutely aware that Japan, with its traditional societal views, didn't readily embrace single, young mothers, especially those still in high school. But a fierce resolve burned within her; she simply didn't care about societal judgments or the whispers of others.

 

All she needed was her child.

 

A gentle warmth spread through her chest as she envisioned a future filled with laughter, learning, and unconditional love. The challenges would be immense, she knew, but she was prepared to face them head-on, fortified by an unyielding determination to provide the best possible life for her son.

 

Her phone buzzed, a sharp sound that pulled her from her reverie. She picked it up, assuming it was Shoko, who often checked in with her throughout the day. Her assumption proved correct; it was indeed Shoko, her ever-present confidante and pillar of support.

 

"Hey, Shoko!" Utahime answered, her voice softening.

 

"Utahime! Wassup? Just checking in on you and the little one. You doing alright over there?" Shoko's familiar, slightly weary voice came through the speaker.

 

"Oh, just looking at baby boy names for my little one," Utahime replied, a hint of exasperation in her tone as she gestured vaguely at the endless list on her screen.

 

"You haven't found a name yet? And your due date is close? Man, you are really cutting it close, aren't you? Classic Utahime, always procrastinating the important stuff!" Shoko teased, a playful chuckle evident in her voice, a sound that always managed to lighten Utahime's mood.

 

"It is harder than it looks! I want to make sure his name has a meaning, something significant that will guide him through life, not just something I picked on a whim!" Utahime defended, a slight pout forming on her lips as she adjusted her position in the chair.

 

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, Yaga-sensei wants to let you know you are doing a great work for class, especially having the highest grades among all his students, despite you being pregnant," Shoko relayed, a hint of genuine pride in her voice.

 

Utahime blushed and smiled, a warm feeling spreading through her at the unexpected praise. It was good to know her efforts weren't going unnoticed. "Tell him my biggest thanks! That really means a lot, especially now."

 

"Yeah. He also knows your upcoming due date, so he asks, do you have someone to take you to the hospital?" Shoko continued, her tone growing more serious. "He said he will give you a lift there days before your birth."

 

"Thanks, but I am good. I am planning to go on a bus or a taxi there, it's perfectly manageable. I don't want to be a burden to anyone, and it is my pregnancy I am dealing with," Utahime insisted, a touch of stubborn independence in her voice as she gently patted her belly.

 

"Don't be a dummy, Utahime! How are you gonna get there by traveling alone and heavily pregnant? It's not safe, and who knows what kind of monsters will appear, or what complications might arise on your own?" Shoko exclaimed, her voice rising in concern and exasperation.

 

"You don't have to worry about me, Shoko. I can handle myself," Utahime carefully stood up from her rocking chair, a soft groan escaping her lips as her back ached with the effort of movement.

 

"Well, I'm taking you to the hospital regardless, so don't even try to argue," Shoko declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

 

"Don't do that! Upcoming finals are nearby, and who knows when I'm due... you need to focus on your own studies, not worry about me!" Utahime protested, though a quiet warmth spread through her at Shoko's unwavering loyalty.

 

"I actually don't care. You're my amazing friend, and I wouldn't miss this for anything. Your well-being is more important than any exam," Shoko stated simply, her affection clear.

 

Utahime smiled, a genuine, heartfelt expression of gratitude.

 

"Thank you, Shoko."

 

"Anytime," Shoko replied, the tension in her voice easing slightly. "Hey, I'm thinking of doing takeouts. What do you want to eat?"

 

"Anything with the mixture of sour, sweet with a hint of spicy and lemon juice. With ground beef mixed or pork or something absolutely delicious for my baby!" Utahime exclaimed, her pregnancy cravings asserting themselves with full force.

 

"Wow. I can't wait for your weird pregnancy cravings to end soon." Shoko and Utahime laughed, the sound of their shared amusement echoing softly in the quiet room.

 

"See ya." Utahime said, her voice light with relief and contentment.

 

"Ciao," Shoko responded, ending the call.

 

Utahime looked in the mirror, admiring her full, rounded belly, a testament to the miracle growing within. Her reflection showed a tired but determined young woman, her eyes shining with a fierce love. She gently traced the outline of her abdomen, a wave of tenderness washing over her.

 

"Cutie, I can't wait to see you soon! We're gonna have so much fun and adventures together. And I promise I will take care of you and give you the best life imaginable, filled with joy and security." Utahime then heard her phone ring again, assuming it was Shoko, so she reached for it without much thought.

 

But it was an unknown phone number.

 

Utahime paused, a flicker of unease passing through her. She hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing in mild confusion, before finally deciding to answer the call.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Hiii, Utahime."

 

Utahime's eyes widened, her heart giving a sudden jolt. "M-Mei... Mei? How did you get my number?"

 

"That's not important! What truly is that I know your little secret... well, I wouldn't say little, more like big... a very beautiful secret, wouldn't you agree? Since you're close to your due date, right?" Mei Mei's voice purred through the phone, laced with an unnerving knowingness.

 

Utahime stiffened, her grip tightening on the phone. A cold dread began to creep up her spine.

 

"How do you know? Who told you!?" Utahime demanded, her voice sharp with a mix of fear and anger.

 

"I have my ways. By the way congratulations on being a mom!" Mei Mei replied, her tone unnervingly calm, almost playful.

 

"Okay, so why the hell are you calling me? Are you gonna make fun of me or call me a loose whore, Mei Mei?" Utahime spat, her patience wearing thin, the old wounds of past slights resurfacing.

 

"What kind of girl do you take me for? I'm far too sophisticated for such petty gossip," Mei Mei responded, a dismissive tone in her voice.

 

"So why are you calling me then?" Utahime pressed, her voice laced with suspicion.

 

"I'm calling asking if you need a good, professional babysitter when your baby is born?" Utahime could hear Mei Mei smirk through the phone.

 

"Why?" Utahime asked, her voice still cautious, trying to discern Mei Mei's true intentions.

 

"There is something you do not know about me, but I run my own little business," Mei Mei stated, her voice taking on a more business-like tone. 

 

"Like what?"

 

"That I am an expert babysitter, actually. I do extensive care, overnight, last minute or even the whole month of babysitting. I take care of any kids of any age. I now do babies. I genuinely enjoy taking care of kids, believe it or not."

 

"Oh, really? How much are you charging then? I may not know you very well, but I do know about your greed," Utahime retorted, a skeptical arch to her brow.

 

"I will say 60,000 yen per hour." Mei Mei announced, her voice dripping with confident expectation.

 

"That much!? That is too much, I can't afford that! I don't even have a place to stay, just Shoko's, and I already have a hospital bill coming up after birth! So absolutely not!" Utahime exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief and frustration as she instinctively held her belly. "Besides, I do not trust you on hanging my child." 

 

"Oh well, I tried. Not everyone could afford my service," Mei Mei chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice that grated on Utahime's nerves.

 

"Of course, you put money above everything else, as usual," Utahime muttered, rolling her eyes.

 

"I'm an entrepreneur , Utahime. This is my livelihood, and I offer a premium service. I started this babysitting job as I live in a wealthy neighborhood, full of bunch of snobby kids. Which brought me an idea on being the babysitter in these rich folks." She chuckles. 

 

"One day, I will be a real businesswoman. This babysitting job is just a start. I dream that I'll run a major company of Japan's economy, a true empire," Mei Mei declared with an almost unsettling ambition. "Although there are always those annoying taxes I have to file." She groaned.

 

"Okay, goodbye, Mei Mei, I have to go—"

 

"So, are you really on your own with the whole pregnancy? I know Gojo is the baby daddy. Haven't seen him for a while." She giggles. "So he's completely out of the picture?" Mei Mei asked, her voice suddenly sharp, probing. "Babies aren't cheap you know?"

 

Utahime halted, her breath catching in her throat. The mention of Gojo was like a cold splash of water. "I am not on my own. I have Shoko and my child, and that's all I need. As for Gojo, I don't want him or need him at all. He is the one who wanted me to get rid of it and said he doesn't want to be part of my child's life, so why should I care for that jerk? My first priority is my son."

 

"Ah, I see. It's a boy? Congratulations! So your due date is soon, huh? Well, good luck with everything with your kid. I guess Gojo is a deadbeat dad now. Ooooh, I know how you can pay off your hospital bill." Mei Mei said, a predatory glint in her tone, even through the phone.

 

"I can't put child support on him. I already been through enough to deal with the bullshit and his arrogant indifference," Utahime replied, her voice tight with a mixture of pain and stubborn pride.

 

"Your loss. I would have charged him his entire fortune, considering he's rich beyond measure," Mei Mei said, a hint of genuine disappointment in her voice, but clearly for herself.

 

"I don't need his money. I'll manage," Utahime stated, her voice firm.

 

"If you say so my dear. I will leave you then. Everyone else at school thinks you're on a prolonged family leave, but I know you're doing online schooling, my dear," Mei Mei said, a subtle threat lingering in her words.

 

"You're not gonna—"

 

"I won't tell anyone about your pregnancy. We don't want prim and proper Utahime to have her remaining reputation ruined. Remember you sleeping with Gojo fiasco?" Mei Mei taunted, a mischievous chuckle escaping her lips.

 

Utahime rolled her eyes. Of course Mei Mei would bring that up. Some things never changed.

 

Mei Mei hung up, leaving Utahime with a mix of relief and lingering unease. The call, though unsettling, had reaffirmed one thing: her unwavering determination to face her future head-on, with or without anyone's help.

 

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The fluorescent lights of "Baby Bliss & Beyond" hummed, casting a sterile glow on rows of pastel onesies and miniature strollers. Utahime, her usually poised demeanor replaced with a careful waddle, navigated the aisles with the practiced grace of someone intimately familiar with the demands of an almost-nine-month pregnancy. 

 

She clutched a list, mentally ticking off items for the nursery – a mobile with whimsical sheep, a few more packs of newborn diapers, and an impossibly tiny knitted hat. This store, nestled in a strip mall far from her usual haunts near her school or her town, was her sanctuary. 

 

Here, she was just another expectant mother, anonymous and free from the curious stares and whispered rumors that would inevitably follow if anyone from school found out. Her secret, a meticulously guarded burden, was her own.

 

A sudden, familiar voice cut through the lull of soft lullabies playing over the store's sound system. 

 

"Utahime-senpai?"

 

Her blood ran cold. The shopping list fluttered from her grasp, scattering across the polished floor like fallen leaves. She spun around, her heart thrumming against her ribs. 

 

Standing a few feet away, a large textbook tucked under his arm and a perplexed expression on his face, was Nanami Kento. He was wearing a crisp, short-sleeved button-down shirt – practical, as always – and a pair of sensible khakis. His gaze, usually so detached and observant, was now wide with undisguised shock, fixed squarely on her undeniably prominent belly.

 

"Nanami," she managed, her voice barely a whisper, a thousand excuses and denials dying on her tongue. It was futile. The evidence was irrefutable, undeniable. There was no point in hiding it now. Her carefully guarded secret, known only to Shoko and, apparently, Mei Mei, was out. The delicate façade she had so painstakingly constructed had crumbled in an instant.

 

"What are you... what are you doing here?" he stammered, his eyes still scanning her, disbelief warring with a dawning comprehension. 

 

"I-I...could've ask you the same..." Utahime stammered. 

 

"I'd come to pick up a book for my child psychology class – a project on early childhood development and a gift for my younger cousin's birthday." He explained. The irony was not lost on him; he was studying the very phenomenon unfolding before his eyes, yet completely blindsided by it.

 

With a sigh that carried the weight of months of secrecy, Utahime gestured weakly towards a quieter section of the store, near a display of cribs adorned with smiling teddy bears. The plush environment, ironically, felt like a confessional booth. 

 

Leaning heavily against a sturdy rail, the cool metal a small comfort against the ache in her lower back, she began to speak. Her voice was low and tinged with a weariness she rarely allowed herself to show, a raw honesty that was startling even to herself.

 

"I'm almost nine months pregnant, Nanami." The words, once so terrifying to vocalize, now spilled out with a surprising ease, as if releasing them was a physical relief. "That's why I haven't been in school. I'm doing online courses now. It was... a lot to handle." She paused, taking a deep, fortifying breath. The next part was the hardest, the most humiliating. "And the father... it's Gojo."

 

Nanami's face, already pale with shock, seemed to drain of even more color. His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He had always found Gojo insufferable, but this... this was beyond anything he could have imagined. His mind reeled, trying to reconcile the image of the perpetually arrogant and carefree Gojo Satoru with the reality of impending fatherhood.

 

"He... he didn't want it," Utahime continued, her voice trembling slightly, the pain of those memories still fresh.

 

"He said... he said a lot of things. Cruel things. That I should get rid of it. That it would ruin my life, his life... He used scares, threats, everything he could think of to make me... to make me disappear with it." She swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of Nanami. "He made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with my child."

 

Nanami listened, his expression shifting from shock to a profound disgust. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. The thought of Gojo, the epitome of arrogant privilege, treating someone, especially Utahime-senpai, with such callous disregard, churned his stomach. He felt a wave of anger, an unfamiliar surge of sympathy for the normally composed upperclassman. The unfairness of it all was palpable.

 

"I... I can't imagine," he said, his voice low and steady, entirely devoid of judgment, only a deep, quiet concern. 

 

He looked at her, truly looked at her – the dark circles under her eyes, the way she clutched her swollen belly, the sheer exhaustion etched on her features. "Is there... is there anything I can do? Do you need help with your shopping? I can give you a ride home."

 

Utahime, surprised by his genuine offer, shook her head. "No, Nanami, that's really not necessary. I appreciate it, but I'm fine. I can manage." She tried to project an air of self-sufficiency, but her voice wavered.

 

"Don't be ridiculous, Senpai," he countered, his tone firm but gentle. 

 

"You're almost nine months pregnant. It's too much for you to carry all this by yourself. I insist." He gestured to her nearly overflowing cart, which she had somehow managed to push with remarkable dexterity. "It's no trouble at all."

 

She hesitated, then a faint, weary smile touched her lips. "You know, Gojo and his friends... they're all the same. Loud, obnoxious, think they own the world. And you're one of his friends, aren't you? The popular, annoying bunch." She tried to inject some of her usual spirited defiance into her voice, but it came out more tired than defiant.

 

Nanami raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his usually serious eyes. "I assure you, Utahime-senpai, I am hardly 'one of Gojo's friends.' We are... classmates. Acquaintances, at best. I can barely tolerate him myself. My academic pursuits are far more engaging than his 'ridiculous outings,' as you so aptly put it." His tone was dry, utterly sincere.  

 

"You can trust me. I am not like them. I prefer my peace and quiet, and certainly not the endless drama that seems to follow Gojo like a shadow."

 

Utahime blinked, genuinely surprised. The idea that someone else, especially one of Gojo's "cohort," could harbor such a strong dislike for him was oddly comforting. A genuine, if small, laugh escaped her. "You really can't stand him either?"

 

"Not in the slightest," Nanami confirmed, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. "So, please, let me help you. It's the least I can do."

 

Her resistance crumbled. The fatigue was a heavy cloak, and the thought of navigating the bus with bags of baby supplies was suddenly overwhelming. "Okay," she conceded, a genuine sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Nanami."

 

As they began to push the cart towards the checkout, a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft whir of the wheels. 

 

Utahime found herself feeling an unexpected ease in Nanami's presence. He was quiet, observant, and surprisingly thoughtful. They talked about her online classes, about his child psychology project, about the absurdity of high school, and, surprisingly, even about Gojo's latest antics, sharing a mutual, if unspoken, disdain.

 

As they approached the exit, Utahime remembered. "Nanami," she began, her voice a little softer, "please, don't tell anyone about this. At school, I mean. I... I don't want the rumors, the pity..."

 

Nanami met her gaze, his eyes steady and reassuring. "I wouldn't dream of it, Utahime-senpai. I'm not that kind of man. Your privacy is yours. You have my word."

 

The ride to Shoko's home was quick and quiet. Nanami navigated the familiar streets with ease, the back seat of his car filled with baby gear. When they arrived, he efficiently helped her carry everything upstairs, depositing bags of tiny clothes and a box containing a car seat just inside Shoko's already cluttered entryway.

 

"Thank you, Nanami," Utahime said again, genuinely grateful. "You really didn't have to."

 

"It was no trouble," he reiterated, his gaze falling on the collection of items. 

 

"Please, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call. Anything. Groceries, a ride, just someone to talk to." He pulled out his phone, quickly typing in a number and handing it to her. "This is my number. Please, really."

 

A look of surprise crossed Utahime's face as she saw his phone. She then pulled out her own, took his phone, and efficiently copied his number into her contacts. "Thank you so much, Nanami," she said, genuinely grateful.

 

Just then, Shoko emerged from her living room, a half-eaten bag of chips in one hand and a remote in the other. Her eyes, usually heavy-lidded, widened in surprise as she took in the scene: Utahime, looking exhausted but strangely lighter, and Nanami, standing beside a mountain of baby supplies.

 

"Well, well, well," Shoko drawled. "Look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, who Utahime brought home." She looked from Utahime to Nanami, her eyebrows raised. 

 

"Care to explain, you two?"

 

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Shoko's home was a familiar chaos of textbooks, half-empty coffee mugs, and medical diagrams pinned haphazardly to a corkboard. However in Utahime's room contains a scent of antiseptic, a constant companion to Shoko, mingled with the faint, sweet smell of baby powder clinging to the newly unpacked baby items. 

 

Utahime, now comfortably seated on Shoko's worn sofa, sipped herbal tea, the warmth seeping into her tired bones as she's watching tv, a comedy show. Nanami had long since left, after a polite but firm insistence from Shoko that he had done more than enough for the day. Shoko's parents are working late and won't be home for another few hours. So they have the place to themselves.

 

"Hey, Utahime," Shoko began, her tone all business as she plopped down beside her, tossing the chip bag onto a precarious pile. 

 

"Hmm?"

 

"You're practically glowing with impending doom, and who knows when this little bundle of joy decides to make their grand entrance." Shoko gestured vaguely at Utahime's stomach, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you got all the baby essentials ready, but one big thing we need to tackle is the financial part, especially the hospital bill."

 

Utahime sighed, a weary but determined look on her face. "Baby things aren't cheap, and neither are all those doctor's appointments, each one adding up faster than I can track. However, I am thinking of selling some of my less-used instruments, my trophies or my personal items. And perhaps even taking on a part-time gig tutoring music or other subjects. There's one opening at the community center that fits my schedule pretty well."

 

"Sounds like an idea, Utahime, but who's going to watch your son?" Shoko asked, her voice laced with a practical concern that cut through Utahime's planning. "Your newborn is too young, and you need your rest, especially now."

 

"I've been thinking of asking my neighbor, but she's pretty busy with her own work," Utahime sighed again, running a hand over her temple, clearly feeling the weight of the coming expenses. "It may take me a long time to pay off this hospital debt... it feels endless."

 

"I will chip in, Utahime, seriously. You know I have some savings, and it's no big deal," Shoko stated, her tone firm and unwavering, already pulling out her phone as if to transfer funds right then.

 

"Don't do that, Shoko! I can't let you do that. This is my responsibility," Utahime protested, her voice rising slightly, a hint of her usual stubbornness showing through.

 

"It's not just your responsibility, Utahime. We're friends, and friends help each other. Consider it an investment in your sanity, and in that little guy's future," Shoko countered, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back, observing Utahime's flustered expression with amusement.

 

A comfortable silence fell between them for a moment, punctuated only by the soft hum of the city outside Utahime's apartment window. Shoko knew when to push and when to back off, and seeing the strain on Utahime's face, she decided to change the subject.

 

"Let's talk about something else, please. We'll figure out next week. I don't want to be stressed any further with my pregnancy." Utahime pleaded, a tired smile finally gracing her lips, grateful for Shoko's understanding.

 

"Alright then! So, you told me we should check in at the hospital next week, right?" Shoko asked, her voice now light and cheerful, effortlessly shifting gears.

 

Utahime nodded, "Yep, that's what my doctor said! My baby boy will be coming out next week. She recommends we come in early in the morning, that way we can get through all the admissions paperwork and final consultations before the rush." She smiles. "And we can get through all the pre-delivery checks and get settled into the room." 

 

"Gotcha." Shoko said, giving a small salute with her hand, ready to fall in line with Utahime's plan.

 

While watching tv shoko asks another question, "Soooo after high school, what's the plan? Still thinking about university, even with a tiny human on your hands?"

 

Utahime sighed, her gaze drifting to the window where the late afternoon sun was beginning to cast long shadows. "It's... complicated, Shoko. I've decided to postpone it for a while. It was a really hard decision, probably one of the hardest I've ever made. But I want to be there, really be there, for my child. Especially in those first few years." 

 

Her voice was soft, laced with a mix of resignation and fierce determination. "I can't imagine trying to juggle a newborn and full-time university courses. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."

 

"So, the dream of becoming the world's most hardest high school teacher is on hold?" Shoko prodded gently, though she already knew the answer.

 

"Absolutely not!" Utahime's eyes flashed with a familiar fire. "It's just... postponed. I'm going to start my degree when the baby is, oh, three or four, maybe? When they're a little more independent, perhaps in preschool. By then, I'm hoping to have enough stable income, and definitely stable housing. A place that's truly ours." She spoke with a conviction that belied the monumental challenges ahead.

 

Shoko studied her friend, a silent admiration blooming in her chest. Utahime had always been incredibly independent, almost stubbornly so, and seeing her navigate this unprecedented situation with such resilience was truly something. 

 

Yet, a knot of worry tightened in Shoko's stomach. "You know, 'Hime, I admire your persistence. Your independence is awesome. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried. This is a huge undertaking, especially alone."

 

Utahime reached out, patting Shoko's hand. "I know, I know. But I'll be okay, Shoko. I will be. I've got you, and... well, now Nanami, apparently." A small, genuine smile touched her lips at the thought of his unexpected kindness. "And I'm not going to give up on my dreams. Just taking a detour."

 

"Good," Shoko said, squeezing her friend's hand firmly. "And speaking of detours, I'm going full steam ahead with my medical degree after graduation. Pre-med's going to be a nightmare, I'm sure, but I'm ready for it. So, while I'll do my absolute best to help you, you know my schedule's going to be insane."

 

"I know, Shoko," Utahime said, her expression understanding. "And you absolutely should. Don't let anything stop you. You're going to be an incredible doctor."

 

They fell into a comfortable silence, the easy camaraderie of long-standing friendship settling over them. 

 

Utahime closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the rare quiet, when suddenly, a sharp, unfamiliar pain seized her. It wasn't the usual ache or pressure she'd grown accustomed to. This was different, a deep, cramping sensation that radiated from her lower back and gripped her abdomen. She gasped, her body tensing involuntarily.

 

Shoko, who had been engrossed in her phone, looked up instantly, her medical instincts kicking in. "Hime? What's wrong?"

 

Utahime tried to speak, but the pain tightened its hold, stealing her breath. She doubled over, a low groan escaping her lips. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach. The pain, though fleeting, left her shaken. "Just... a cramp," she managed to gasp, trying to straighten up, but her legs felt like jelly.

 

Just as she was attempting to regain her footing, a warm, unmistakable gush flooded her. It soaked through her sweatpants, pooling around her feet on Shoko's rug.

 

Shoko's eyes, already narrowed with concern, widened dramatically. Her jaw dropped, and the phone clattered to the floor. "Oh, my god, 'Hime!" she practically shrieked, her voice a mix of shock and sudden, frantic excitement. "Your water just broke!"

 

Utahime looked down at the rapidly expanding wet patch, then back up at Shoko, her own eyes mirroring the same wide-eyed disbelief. "It... it did, didn't it?" The pain, while still present, was momentarily eclipsed by the sheer, undeniable reality of the situation. 

 

This was it. The long wait was over.

 

"Okay, okay, don't panic!" Shoko was already on her feet, a flurry of controlled chaos. "Stay calm. Deep breaths. We need to get you to the hospital. Now!" She was already fumbling for her parents' car keys, her medical textbooks, moments ago a source of information, now seemed hopelessly inadequate in the face of the real thing. 

 

With a gasp of pain and fear, Utahime gripped her stomach, pulled her legs together, and sank back down, whimpering.

 

"Where's your hospital bag? Did you pack it? We need your phone, too! My God, the baby's coming!" The house, usually a haven of quiet study, was suddenly buzzing with the undeniable urgency of new life about to enter the world.

 

 

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The sterile white walls of the delivery room pressed in on Utahime, each contraction a fresh wave of agony that threatened to drown her. Doctors and nurses, a blur of masked faces and gloved hands, moved with practiced efficiency around her, their voices a muffled hum as they urged her to push. 

 

"Almost there, Utahime! Big push now!" But the words barely registered through the haze of pain and exhaustion. She was screaming, a primal sound torn from the depths of her being, a cry not just of physical torment but of a profound, aching loneliness.

 

Her world narrowed to the relentless rhythm of her own body, pushing, pushing, pushing. In the brief lulls between contractions, her mind, untethered by the pain, drifted. Her entire life, it seemed, flashed before her eyes, a frantic montage of memories. 

 

The wild, reckless energy of Gojo's party earlier this year, the accidental collision of their bodies, the careless abandon of youth. The dawning horror of the positive test, the world tilting on its axis. The devastating outcome from her parents, their voices cold and sharp, echoing with disappointment before the final, chilling silence when they forced her to leave. 

 

The solitude of living on her own, the quiet resilience she'd found in furnishing a tiny room in Shoko's home, managing her online classes, and meticulously preparing for a future that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. She had spent months, years it felt like, preparing for this moment, gathering every scrap of strength, every ounce of courage. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for the raw, visceral reality of childbirth.

 

Fear, cold and sharp, pricked at her. Not for herself, not truly. She had faced down countless challenges, both personal and professional. 

 

No, her fear was for the tiny life within her, for the unknown, for the responsibility that was about to unfold. 

 

She pushed again, with every fiber of her being, a guttural roar escaping her lips. "Just a little more, Utahime, we can see the head!" a nurse encouraged, her voice kind.

 

Then, amidst the pain and the pushing, a different sound pierced through the haze – a tiny, fragile cry. A baby's cry. 

 

And then, mercifully, a wave of blessed darkness enveloped her, pulling her down into unconsciousness until she heard the doors being flung open.

 

 

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In the waiting room, Shoko paced, a furrow etched deeply between her brows. Each of Utahime's cries, raw and piercing, sent a fresh jolt of anxiety through her. She clutched her phone, her thumb hovering over contacts she knew wouldn't help. The hospital's strict "one support person" rule had exiled her to this sterile purgatory, leaving Utahime to face the final moments of labor virtually alone. Her mind, ever practical, whirred with worry. 

 

Utahime's insurance had lapsed after her parents cut her off, and the maze of public assistance programs had proven a dead end for her specific situation. How was she going to pay for this? The thought of medical bills piling up, alongside the immense financial burden of a newborn, sent a fresh pang of dread through her.

 

Lost in her financial calculations and the echoes of Utahime's pain, Shoko barely registered the rapid footsteps approaching until a voice, infuriatingly familiar and utterly unwelcome, cut through the quiet hum of the waiting area.

 

"Shoko! Where is she? Which room?"

 

Shoko's head snapped up. Standing before her, a ridiculously large, a teddy bear with big boxing gloves clutched in one hand and a vibrant bouquet of roses in the other, was Gojo Satoru. His usually flippant expression was replaced with a rare, desperate urgency. 

 

Shoko's shock quickly morphed into blazing fury.

 

"Gojo?! What the hell are you doing here?!" she hissed, rising to her feet, her voice low and dangerous. "Get out! Get the hell out!"

 

Gojo's eyes, usually hidden behind his circle dark glasses, were wide and searching, darting past her towards the restricted hallway. "I need to see her, Shoko! Where's Utahime?"

 

"You absolute piece of trash!" Shoko snarled, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. "You show up now? After everything you put her through? After you told her to get rid of it? Get lost, Gojo, before I call security!"

 

Gojo, however, was undeterred. His gaze had already landed on the "Delivery Room" sign down the hall. He took a step, then another, pushing past Shoko with a surprising amount of force. 

 

"Move, Shoko! I'm going in!"

 

"Gojo, don't you dare!" Shoko roared, grabbing his arm, but he shrugged her off with a grunt of annoyance, his strength making her efforts futile. 

 

He burst through the double doors, the teddy bear and flowers still clutched in his hands, his eyes sweeping the room until they landed on the scene before him.

 

A cluster of doctors and nurses surrounded a bed. And there, amidst the controlled chaos, lay Utahime, utterly exhausted, her hair damp with sweat, her face pale. Their eyes met across the room. Utahime's eyes, wide with shock, couldn't form a word.

 

Gojo took a step closer, his voice, usually so confident and booming, was now a mere whisper, thick with uncharacteristic sincerity. 

 

"Utahime... I know what you must be thinking. You're probably wondering why I have the audacity to show up here, especially after you've just given birth, and after everything I put you through. And why did I suddenly appear after nine months? You're absolutely right to feel that way. But please, just listen. I need to apologize. I truly regret how I handled everything. I felt terrible for using that scare tactic on you, purely for my own selfish reasons. I'm so sorry for trying to convince you to abort. I honestly don't know what I was thinking at the time; I was only focused on myself and my own freedom. I had absolutely no right to do what I did. You have every reason to hate me. But I want you to know I am so, so sorry for everything I said. For being such a jerk. For being so cruel."

 

He took another step, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "From now on... I'm going to be here. I'm going to co-parent. After all. I was the one who should take responsibility for my actions. I was reckless and a idiot for not taking any precautions even while I was intoxicated. I'll help you with everything. Just... please, let me."

 

Before Utahime could even process his words, before she could utter a single syllable in response, her eyes fluttered and closed. She passed out once more, her body finally giving in to the monumental effort.

 

"Sir, you need to leave," one of the nurses said firmly, stepping forward, her hand gently guiding Gojo back.

 

"No," Gojo replied, his voice firm, unwavering. "I'm the father. I have a right to be here."

 

Another nurse, observing his demeanor, intervened. "Oh ok! Since you're the parent, sir... would you like to hold your newborn son?"

 

Gojo froze. His eyes, for the first time, flickered with genuine uncertainty, a flicker of fear. He looked at the nurse, then back at passed out Utahime, then at the bundle in the nurse's arms. "My... my son?" he stammered, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. 

 

He swallowed hard. "Yes. Yes, I do."

 

The nurses, accustomed to the raw emotion of birth, were efficient. They retrieved the teddy bear and flowers from his trembling hands, setting them carefully on a nearby counter. Then, a small, blanket-wrapped bundle, freshly cleaned and impossibly tiny, was gently placed into his arms.

 

The moment he held his son, a profound silence descended upon Gojo. 

 

All the noise, all the anxiety, all the regret, melted away. The baby, swaddled in a soft white blanket, was perfect. Tiny, delicate fingers grasped at the air, a miniature yawn stretched his mouth, and his eyes, a deep, fathomable brown like Utahime's, blinked open, staring up at him with an innocent, unblinking intensity. 

 

Gojo had never seen anything so beautiful, so utterly vulnerable, so entirely his own. A warmth, unlike anything he had ever known – not the thrill of power, not the rush of victory, not even the fleeting satisfaction of a prank – spread through his chest, a fierce, protective love that took his breath away. He was holding life, raw and new, and it was the most miraculous, awe-inspiring thing he had ever encountered. He had been a god of strength, but this tiny, fragile being made him feel truly, utterly human.

 

"Do you and Iori-San have a name picked out?" the nurse asked gently, pulling Gojo from his reverie.

 

He blinked, jolted back to the sterile room, the question echoing in his ears. "A... a name?" He looked down at the perfect face nestled in the crook of his arm, his mind racing. A name for this miracle, this pure, untainted love. 

 

Something powerful, unique, befitting the overwhelming emotion swirling within him. 

 

A name that is will make his son the coolest boy in the country.

 

And then, it came to him, clear and undeniable.

 

"Sukuna," Gojo whispered, the name rolling off his tongue, filled with a newfound reverence. 

 

"His name is Sukuna."

 

The nurse nodded, stepping away as she writes down on the clipboard. 

 

Gojo held his son, Sukuna, a profound stillness settling over him that he hadn't known was possible. The world outside the delivery room, with its demands and its chaos, simply ceased to exist. All that mattered was this tiny, perfect being cradled in his arms. 

 

He lowered his head, his face a little closer, and a genuine, unburdened smile spread across his lips – a smile rarely seen by anyone, certainly not one of such pure, unadulterated joy.

 

"Hey there, little guy," he whispered, his voice a low, tender rumble. "Daddy's here."

 

He brought Sukuna a fraction of an inch closer, inhaling the sweet, fresh scent of newborn, a scent that was instantly more intoxicating than any perfume or expensive cologne he'd ever encountered. "And daddy will always be here for you," he promised, his thumb gently stroking the soft, downy hair on Sukuna's head. "I'm going to love you more than anything, more than anyone." 

 

His voice cracked, an unfamiliar emotion rising in his throat. "I'm going to be the best dad in the entire world, Sukuna. I'll do anything for you. Anything at all."

 

He leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to his son's forehead, the warmth of the small body radiating through the blanket into his chest. He held Sukuna close, the feeling of the tiny head nestled against his shoulder filling him with an overwhelming sense of purpose. This wasn't just a child; this was his responsibility, his future, a piece of himself he never knew was missing. 

 

The arrogance, the flippancy, the sheer, unthinking disregard he'd shown for Utahime and their child – it all seemed like a lifetime ago, belonging to a different, less evolved version of himself. 

 

Holding Sukuna, he felt a powerful, unwavering resolve solidify within him. He was ready. Ready for sleepless nights, for diaper changes, for scraped knees, for every single messy, beautiful moment of fatherhood. 

 

 

He was ready to be a dad.

 

Notes:

HEY GUYS, IT'S BEEN A WHILE, HASN'T IT? Life's been pretty busy with my new *trigger warning* career job as a caregiver 🥹

But I've never forgotten this fic! Seeing your amazing comments, bookmarks, kudos/stars, and all the love really encouraged me even more 😭❤️. Especially to those of you who've been checking in on me—I love you guys so much! 😍

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! It took a while, but I finally finished it and I'm already working on the next one. I'm so sorry for the loooong delays and everything. Just know that I'll do my best to keep updating Last Chance! 💘

(I also have other stories I need to update, too 😅)

Get ready for the juicy bits, drama, love, and goofiness! And pure craziness. Just a heads-up: future chapters will contain angst and chaotic moments. I won't enjoy writing those 😭

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