That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer

Chapter 7 - Sickness

As the neon lights of the city flickered to life, we were ready to paint the town red, and a few other colors too. Utahime, with her striking long black hair and classic Japanese beauty, was like a serene night in the midst of the bustling city. Shoko, sporting her chic short brown bob, was the epitome of casual cool, always ready to bring the fun.

Mei-Mei, with her mesmerizing long light blue locks and a sultry allure, turned heads as we entered the lively bar. It was like stepping into a vibrant dreamscape. The excitement was palpable as we found our corner, ready to conquer the night.

Utahime suggested we start with sake, the classic Japanese choice. We all raised our glasses, and with a clink, the night officially began. Mei-Mei added a playful spin by ordering a round of colorful cocktails, each more daring than the last. With every sip, the laughter bubbled and the stories flowed, as we shared tales of triumphs and heartaches.

Shoko, the master of dance floors, challenged us to a dance-off. Mei-Mei swirled in a whirlwind of blue hair, captivating everyone around. Utahime's graceful moves were reminiscent of cherry blossoms swaying in the breeze. And then there was me, attempting to salsa my way to victory, feeling like a red-haired comet trying to keep up.

Amidst the laughter and playful banter, we realized that the night was becoming a beautiful kaleidoscope of personalities, a vivid painting of friendships. Shoko was the serene anchor, Utahime the lively spark, Mei-Mei the mysterious enigma, and I was the free-spirited cheerleader, rallying the troops.

As the night reached its peak, we found ourselves belting out karaoke tunes with the energy of a thousand suns. Utahime's melodious voice, Shoko's rhythmic beats, Mei-Mei's sultry tones, and my slightly off-key but enthusiastic attempts combined into a musical ensemble that filled the air with joy and laughter.

"Sooo tell me. Yoo really ar'nn dayying Gojo now arr yoo? Yer benner 'an thad ride?" Utahime slurred, slamming her drink down and glaring at me.

"Nooo iss nod liyke thad! Is he tellin' peeple thad?!" I slurred right back, almost spitting out my drink.

"Yeah. He is." Shoko said casually, looking at her phone.

"Omigod! Thad shit hed. I'm gonna callim" I said picking up my phone and fumbling with it. I squinted staring at my contacts until I found his name and called him.

"Put it on speaker." Mei-mei said with a smirk, sipping her martini, "I want to hear this."

"Hey. What's up?" His voice sounded from my phone, "You four having fun? I saw Shoko's post-"

"Yoo tellin' peeple were dayying now? I kizz yoo won timme ann now'at's thad?" I said, feeling my face flush.

I heard him chuckle before Utahime slammed her drink down again, "Wait yoo kissed himm?! Yer so ssupid!! Doan be ssupid!"

"Yeah, she kissed me." Satoru said smoothly, "It was so cute too. And I-"

Utahime groaned loudly with disgust and stood up, putting her face on the wall. Mei-mei and Shoko burst out laughing and I covered my face with my free hand.

"Oh yeah i f'rgot 'bout thad pard…" I said awkwardly.

"Need a reminder?" Satoru purred before I hung up the phone immediately.

Pinching the bridge on my nose, I clenched my eyes shut. That was not exactly how I wanted that to go. I looked at Utahime who was still angry. She really hated Gojo. Like a lot.

"Yoo arr wiss himm thenn arenshya?" She said, sitting down angrily, "Why wooud yoo doo thiss t' yourself? He's sush a jackazz!"

"I dunno. I juzz liyke t' suffer i guezz.  He's juzz kinn uhf amaaaazing, y'know?" I laughed, putting my phone back on the table.