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Utahime sighed as she sipped her beer, her watch screaming the truth at her.
Her date had ghosted her.
Ignoring the heat in her eyes and the tiny ball of feelings in her throat, Utahime brushed her hands on her thighs, as if trying to clean her hands of any shame and to maintain a sort of composure. She could hear Shoko telling her that she was soothing herself like a child, with her throaty laugh that brought a slightly shameful feeling to Utahime. But right now, alone in the middle of the restaurant, Utahime needed all the soothing she could muster from that simple gesture.
Checking her phone one last time, she had to accept that her date was not going to come, despite his very enthusiastic answers earlier in the day. Her phone chimed suddenly, making her heart stop when she saw his name on the screen.
“Sorry for the no-show. I thought about it, and I think that you’re too proper for me; I don’t want a boring relationship. Take care, Uta.”
Utahime closed her eyes, anger and shame boiling inside of her, her hands rubbing a tad faster on her thighs. She had chosen a tight black dress, high heels. She had done her hair, a red bow holding some strands back. Her makeup was carefully done, highlighting her plump lips and doe eyes. She had bought goddamn lingerie for the date.
She wondered when it all went wrong. In university, her studies had been the priority; Shoko was just as overwhelmed by her own curriculum, so both women had relied heavily on friendship and alcohol. Then, she started working as a teacher in high school, teaching literature, and rekindled her love for drawing, taking classes at night.
She had spent half of her twenties nose buried so deep in books and studies that the other half had been used to discover herself and what she liked in life. And now, in her early thirties, Utahime knew that she loved drawing, that pottery class filled her with joy, especially when she brought back trinkets home, and that she had an unhealthy obsession with Pokémon tiny figurines. Utahime had spent so many years learning and then enjoying herself that she had developed no ability to charm people, especially men.
There had been men. But none had stuck around, their presence breaking her oddly peaceful and perfectly curated life. And men in general seemed to be less and less interesting. Men her age were divorced and looking for some fun or eager to get married and have kids. Which Utahime had no affinity for. She already had more children than she could handle with her job as a teacher.
Which led her to this evening. Alone in a restaurant, finishing her beer, feeling lonelier than ever. Utahime didn’t dream of the love of a lifetime anymore. That train had passed and was far away, leaving her on the side. Utahime didn’t dream of a grand gesture or a love like in the movies. She wanted the soft love, the subtle intimacy. A sense of understanding and belonging that she craved.
Utahime was done being heard.
Utahime wanted to be understood.
She quietly left the table and paid for her beer in silence, shame coloring her cheeks with a reddish hue. She could feel the stares of men at the bar as she paid, and she wondered if they could smell the loneliness on her, coating her body like a second skin. Putting on her jacket, she grabbed her bag like a lifeline and went outside, head down, not ready to face the world yet.
And collided right away with a body, almost falling to the ground.
“I’m so sorry, I was lost in thought and didn’t see you,” she said, bowing. “My sincere apologies, sir…”
“Utahime?”
Utahime lifted her head, only to be greeted by a torso. She looked further up and gasped softly, covering her mouth in shame.
“Gojo-sama,” she replied, bowing her head quickly.
“Oh, we’re doing formalities then. Iori-san, how are you on this fine evening? Maybe bumping into old classmates while waiting for your husband?”
“Idiot,” she muttered. “Sorry, I didn’t… I wasn’t focused, and I bumped right into you.”
“Slammed, you mean.”
“I didn’t expect to run into you! Why did you fill up so much anyway? Fucking giant…”
“Is your husband not as muscular as I?” smiled Satoru, coking his head.
“There’s no fucking husband. My date didn’t fucking come, and I was left alone, drinking my beer pathetically lonely. Sorry to break your little illusion, little Utahime is painfully single, and you know what, Satoru? I really hoped to get laid tonight, I put on this little number just to show my tits and my ass, and I have fucking lingerie underneath! Do you know how expensive it is? To buy a full set of lingerie with garters and everything? Fucking expensive, Satoru.”
“I ordered too much food. Want to eat? I was going back home, and you look roughed up.”
“Fuck you.” Then, “Do you have beer?”
“Come, little gremlin,” he laughed, leading the way.
Utahime walked behind him as he passed through the busy crowds, people parting a way for him, without any words. She kept her eyes on his back and almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Gojo Satoru was in high school with her. The tall, gangly teenager had been a pest to her, always making fun of her, rage baiting her through the years. She remembered how tall he was and how his uniform jacket seemed too big around his shoulders and torso, despite being well-built, she remembered shamefully.
“Stop.”
Satoru stopped and turned, frowning under his glasses.
Another addition since their high school days.
“Thanks for the invitation, but I think I’ll be going home. I don’t really feel like you rubbing in my face the fact that you and your girlfriend or wife or partner or whatever are living la vida loca while I’m painfully single.”
“Utahime. La vida loca is lived alone, too.”
“Oh… But… You’re you!”
“Oh, go ahead! I want to hear it all, Hime.”
“Shut up. You promised food, didn’t you?”
Satoru laughed loudly before resuming his pace, as she muttered behind him. The last time she had seen him was after graduation.
After the car crash.
Shoko had told her that he needed time and had left the city. And that had been the end of the part of her life with the terror that was Gojo Satoru.
He opened the door to a building, doing a little curtsy as she rolled her eyes, and entered the building. As he pressed the buttons to the penthouse, she sighed as he smiled, mischief in his eyes. “Brat…” she whispered as she came out first, taking in how large his apartment was. She could feel his eyes on her, making her self-conscious. Yet, before she thought about any of it, she swayed her hips in what she hoped would be seductive to him. She couldn’t help but smile as she heard his soft gasp, as she leaned against the large glass windows.
“What are we eating?” she asked softly, batting his eyes at him.
“I couldn’t decide between fried chicken and sushi. So, I got both.”
“Good. I’m starving.”
“I don’t have beers. I don’t drink.”
“It’s okay… I’m hungrier than anything, truthfully.”
“Hime…” whispered Satoru, before shaking his head, opening the boxes of food.
She sat on a stool around the kitchen island as he plated their food, making tea at the same time. His hair was now falling over his eyes, his blue eyes still shining as ever. She let her eyes roam over his figure and appreciated how his arms seemed to bulge with muscles, and Utahime wondered how his skin would taste and how his back muscles would feel against her hands.
“You can take a picture, Hime. I know I’m dashing.”
“I wasn’t… I was just thinking it’d be nice to draw you. The work on shadows and all that…”
“You still draw?” asked Satoru, giving her a cup of tea.
“I’m taking evening classes to get better…”
“I can be your model if you need,” he smiled, popping a slice of tuna in his mouth.
“I have my sketchbook in my bag, so I might take the offer.”
“I always loved how you saw me… Made me feel special.”
“You always feel special, you idiot.”
“Eat, Hime. Then, you’ll draw me. And even after, I’ll fuck you against the windows. I can’t stop thinking about the lingerie. What color is it?”
“So, you brought me over for sex?”
“For food, first of all. You really looked sad. And it’s been a while since we saw each other. I think Shoko is trying to keep us apart.”
“You’re the one who left.”
“I had to… But Shoko kept me updated. Eat, Hime. Then, I’ll show you why you shouldn’t have cried for the idiot who stood you up. Fucking moron.”
“Why do you care?”
“I always cared too much; I suppose… And you look really good with the bow to top it all. A little sexy gift.”
“Shut up…” she let out in a shaky breath, picking a piece of chicken.
Utahime could feel herself growing restless under his stare as they ate, talking about her job and her students, and how he was starting as a lecturer in Quantum Physics, after ending his PHD. He talked to her passionately about his work and how other worlds were surely accessible, but we still didn’t have the science to back it up, just yet.
“Maybe I’m some sort of superhero in another world. And you’re my little sidekick, who kicks ass and keeps me on my toes,” he laughed, his fingers moving softly over her hand.
“I can draw you like that… Give you a blindfold to hide your freakishly bright eyes.”
“Hey, leave my gorgeous eyes alone, Iori!”
Utahime giggled behind her hand, feeling drowsy with her belly full.
“It’s dark red.”
“What is?”
“My underwear…”
Utahime shuddered as Satoru sighed before joining her side, his hands raised, catching her face tenderly.
“Can I kiss you?”
Utahime nodded and sighed as his lips brushed hers softly, at first. With a lick, she opened her lips to him, welcoming his tongue inside her mouth. The taste of strawberry lingered on his tongue as he mapped her lips, moaning as she sucked on his tongue, hungry. It had been a long time since she had been kissed. Really kissed like that. Like she mattered. Like she was what he needed.
“Take your shirt off, Satoru…” she whispered, slightly pushing him.
“You make me crazy, Utahime…”
“Just one night, Satoru… Fuck me, please… Just tonight.”
Satoru looked at her, a shadow cast over his face, which passed so fast, Utahime wondered if she’d imagined everything. Without a word, he took off his shirt, Utahime pushing him further into the apartment. A yelp escaped her lips as he grabbed her swiftly, carrying her to his bedroom.
He licked her mouth before taking off his pants and underwear, his cock half-hard. Ignoring her, he settled against the headboard, masturbating lazily.
“Strip.”
She felt how wet the words made her, her thighs rubbing against each other. Unzipping her dress, she slid it down softly, uncovering herself and the underwear she wore. Her nipples were hard against the lace, and she made a show of pushing her breasts together and pinching her nipples, moaning loudly, his pants and groans fueling her desire.
Then, she rolled the dress down her legs, stepping out of it. The stockings were biting into the skin of her thighs, the lacy thong hiding nothing of her wetness.
“Take a seat on my face, Utahime. Don’t take the underwear off.”
Panting and sobbing, Utahime didn’t know how many hours they had been at it, or how many times she came, on his face, his fingers, and his cock. She could feel his lips on her back, lazily kissing the sweaty skin, as he thrusted in and out, taking his time.
“Where do you want my cum, Utahime?”
“Inside,” she gasped, as he became rougher, his orgasm near its peak.
“You’re so full of me… Fuck, Hime…”
It’s the smell of coffee that woke her up. She winced as she stretched her limbs, deliciously and thoroughly fucked. She stayed in bed for a second, the idea that she had sex with Satoru Gojo of all people, finally catching up to her.
This would stay a secret, thought Utahime. None of their friends could know. Ignoring her tattered underwear, Utahime put on her dress and his shirt above, shivering at the chilly air, and went into the bathroom to freshen up. With a blush on her cheeks, she left his room softly, ready to indulge in a lavish breakfast with her lover for the night.
Only to freeze at the sight.
Fuck the secret, she realized as Kento Nanami, another of her former schoolmates, coughed into his coffee as he saw her. With an apologetic smile, Satoru gave her a cup of coffee before turning to Kento.
“I found her yesterday, sobbing in the street. You know me, Kento. I always help people. I just couldn’t let her go back home in that state.”
“Right…” eyed them Nanami, squinting.
“You two didn’t stay in touch, right?” continued Gojo. “Nanami’s son is the best friend of my kids.”
“I thought you were single,” snapped Utahime, choking on her coffee.
“I adopted them. Long story.”
“I’m gonna go. Nanami, good to see you. Hope you’re okay and everything. Congrats on the marriage and child and-“
“His mother left after his birth.”
Utahime sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Without a word, she put her cup of coffee on the kitchen island, nodded at both men, and left for the front door. She gasped as, her heels on, she felt two strong arms around her, the hug already too familiar.
“Satoru.”
“It was a good night, right?” he whispered, head buried in her neck.
“Yes. Thanks for the one-night stand. Please, keep it for yourself.”
Satoru spun her around, looking at her in the eyes, silent.
“One-night stand…”
“That’s what we said.”
“Right… I won’t tell a thing to Shoko, don’t worry. Goodbye.”
As the door closed, Utahime wondered why she felt this hollow and why a slight pain started to radiate inside her chest.
With a sigh, she left his building and caught the subway, ignoring the constant ringing of her phone.