𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 | "𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞."
It scared her, that she would
risk herself for the devil
Protect him even
But that feeling was quite
Exhilarating.
Caught between good and evil
She finds herself in dilemma
A...
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𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 Itadori whose eyes were roaming and darting around the ice-cream parlor a few meters away, on the opposite side of the train station. They were waiting for the new student who had not arrived yet and Itadori's eye-fucking with the ice cream parlor had turned unbearable. She even saw Fushiguro quietly sigh, exasperated.
Something inside her ribs clenched as she saw disappointment and hunger flit across Itadori's Togpei-like features.
"Hey, Gojo, could you wait here? We'll be right back. Gonna get a bite," She said and re-adjusted her purse. She looked at the kids and gestured for them to follow. "Sure. Get me something too. Preferably mochi flavored."
"Ahmya-san, thank you so much! Although, you didn't have to." Itadori's eyes crinkled as he frolicked around her. Fushiguro walked by her side. The boy should have taken modeling as his career instead of walking on the edge of life and death in the jujutsu world. He had beautiful eyes— a striking absinthe shadowed by his long lashes— and a lean, tall frame.
They stepped onto the street and strode into Frozen Dreams & Candy Hearts.
The parlor was not congested with people like the other cafes Yuhime had spotted on the way. She and the kids stood and assessed the variety of flavors kept inside the glass display. "Which one do you guys want?"
"Chocolate, with Oreo fudge," Itadori said. Fushiguro pressed his lips into a thin line. "You can have as many as flavours you want, I don't mind. Consider it my treat as your mentor," Yuhime smiled at them. "Um, a lavender and blueberry, if that'd be fine," The dark-haired boy mumbled. Yuhime requested the confectioner a wasabi-flavored ice cream for herself and a strawberry mochi-flavored one for Gojo.
She unzipped her purse and slipped out her credit card. She placed it on the counter where the shop owner — a dainty woman — resided. "We are giving out free popcorn and sunglasses for free. Would you like to have them?"
"Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you."
━ ◦ ❖ ◦━
The streets were more packed than before, with people getting out of the train station. And, as they walked through the streets, a sharp metallic scent cut through the air like a bullet. Cursed energy, Yuhime thought. Her eyes tracked the surroundings. There. An auburn-haired girl wearing their school's uniform. Besides, what was peculiar about her was that she had a short pudgy man in a chokehold as he was trying to escape.
"Ah, there's our lovely student," Gojo ambled over and grinned. Yuhime thrust the ice cream cover into his arms. He squealed. "Oh my god Yu-chan how did you know my favorite ice cream flavour?" He skipped joyfully.
"Come over here and say it to my face! Am I not pretty?"
They watched as the girl shouted, her face twisting into fury. Yuhime faintly heard the man blithering apologies. "Are we going to talk to her? How embarrassing," Itadori incredulously. "So are you. You look ridiculous," Fushiguro said and grimaced at the red-rimmed sunglasses Itadori wore which were shaped to spell out ROCK. That's why they were free, Yuhime thought.
