歌姫
@songofkyoto.bsky.social
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Student supervisor at the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College and #1 Gojo Satoru anti-fan. 🎐 ✿ 庵歌姫 ✿ ˢᵉᵐⁱ⁻ᵍʳᵃᵈᵉ ¹ ʲᵘʲᵘᵗˢᵘ ˢᵒʳᶜᵉʳᵉʳ MDNI ©️geomilyus
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"I've had the most horrific nightmare. Where is Shoko? I need her to hug me and reassure me it was all a bad dream."
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/ happy birthday to my queen 😭🩷 utahimeeee
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/ my pookie 🥹💞 i missed you.
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< regained her voice and retorted, "I could tell you, but I don't think you would understand, King of Curses. I feel our different outlooks on life would make that impossible.

Does my lack of discomfort bother you? Is it that strange not to hear a sorcerer beg for mercy?"
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< met her end. One final act of defiance. Sukuna seemed keen to challenge her ideals and crush them entirely before claiming her life. He would soon learn her body was easier to destroy than her spirit.

Despite her growing trepidation, Utahime didn't falter. Reaching for her courage, she >
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< Did he believe she would waste her breath trying to appease a beast such as him with a sentimental response?

The sorceress suppressed a scoff. Prey should never hope to reason with their predator.

She was a toy, nothing else. But perhaps she could indulge him just a little bit before she >
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Inaction was a form of defiance also, and it was the only one Utahime's spirit chose to employ in the moment.

Under his scrutiny and towering frame, she stood unmoving. Under his heavy words of humiliation, she remained unbent, unimpressed― 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.

Did he expect a truthful answer from her? >
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dreadfulness.

was the picturesque perfection in presentation where the setting of their encounter falls. the air carried with it the weight of a heian god's sadism, in his lingering gaze, its mere nature intensified the soul, stringing anxiety to a taut.

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< and inevitable fate at its finest and coldest. With surprising poise, Utahime straightened her posture.

If she were to die here, she would not die groveling and pleading for mercy.
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"Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes." Utahime smiled softly, holding several flower bouquets in her arms.

Burying her nose among the colorful flowers, she inhaled their sweet scent and her smile widened.
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< upon laying eyes on a woman with only one shoe on and the other foot bare.

"Let's just say I've had a terrible day, and my only wish is to see it end. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"
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< Utahime congratulated herself on keeping her voice steady this time around.

Detecting an inexplicable, infinitesimal shift in his tone, her own voice dropped an octave in response.

She gazed ahead, limping her way towards her destination, uncaring of the strange looks of passersby >
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< a genuine explanation. She was probably better off dismissing him completely.

Her eyes drifted to the discarded shoe dangling from his long fingers.

"No, obviously it's not just the shoes. How perceptive you are, Gojo," she retorted dryly, reaching out to retrieve the other shoe from his hand. >
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< at his words. She swallowed, only managing a sideways scowl in his direction. What was he still doing there?

Conflicting feelings wrestled inside her upon noting the childish curiosity behind his question. She debated whether it was worth wasting her breath by offering him >
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< grief― hastened the process of unwinding. The cool rain and the scent of petrichor drifting through the air drained away her irritation, anger eventually fizzling out, giving way to momentary tranquility.

Utahime started at the sound of Gojo's voice, stiffening once more >
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< loud drumming of the rain. Her single-minded focus wasn't subconscious, though. It was a deliberate action― a mechanism of sorts to help her relieve stress.

Channeling her negative emotions into a singular purpose ― in this case, moving and putting distance between herself and the object of her >
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Truthfully, Utahime hadn't expected him to follow her. It made her surprise that much greater when she registered Gojo falling in step beside her.

She had been too focused on the path ahead and putting one foot in front of the other to make out his footfalls beyond the >
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Satoru stood there, watching her begin to storm off and cuss at him with vivid intensity that left him… confused.

Why is this such a big deal for her?

From what she had told him, it seemed like Utahime was simply heading home and got sulky over her shoe breaking, then the rain. However…
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The callous indifference of his words stung bitterly, acting like a bucket of cold water poured over the head for the heartbroken Kyoto teacher.

Utahime physically flinched at Gojo's gratuitous disdain and cruelty.

Appalled by his behavior, the shock rendered her speechless and agape. >
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"What is it about Sundays that makes people discard their clothes and expose themselves in public?

I'd give you all detention if I could."
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🎐 thank you! i'm glad you enjoyed it. 😊 please don't worry about matching. just have fun! that's what's most important.
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< and inevitable fate at its finest and coldest. With surprising poise, Utahime straightened her posture.

If she were to die here, she would not die groveling and pleading for mercy.
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< death, thick and nauseous, permeated the air. It clung to her like shackles, oppressive and cold. She wanted to grieve, but she couldn't.

"...Are you going to kill me now, too?" she asked, her external poise belying her inner dismay. This was resignation in the face of a brutal >
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< her attempt to escape was equal to the chance of besting him in combat― nonexistent.

Nothing remained of the allies she had been using her technique on but a pair of limbs scattered haphazardly around her. The ground was painted crimson and strewed in viscera. The stench of >