The priestess and Her God - A Utahime and Gojo fanfiction

Utahime blushed a little

Sorry for the delay. I was in between shifting and some other personal stuff. I am back, and I will be pushing out two chapters every week.

Boarding the second last train to Tokyo was no easy feat and Utahime felt like a rebellious teenage daughter breaking out of the house in the middle of the night.

The entire train ride, she sat drumming her feet, repeating please be okay, please be okay. She also convinced herself she was saying that for Megumi.

She had acted on instinct. As soon as she saw the SOS message from Gojo, she packed whatever she could, bid her father goodbye, and hopped on the train. The SOS system was set up by Nanami who talked Gojo into having one after what happened with Geto last summer.

At that time, Utahiime thought Gojo would be too proud to use it but he proved her wrong. He had reached out. Utahime dialed back on all the things she knew about him.

He was still the biggest inconvenience in the world and this SOS just cemented the fact that he was irresponsible getting himself into deep shit. However, Utahime could not stop the thought cycle. She kept thinking and thinking of all the possible things she could do to help Gojo get out of it.

On one hand, she was proud that Gojo was helpless and that she had to step in but the other part was telling her if he can't help himself out of this situation then how can you? You're a weak sorcerer.

She ignored the self-doubt and indulged herself in a little bit of arrogance.

"Someone was always traveling these days" - author

Utahime eventually reached Tokyo and phoned up Tokyo College cab services. After a few beating minutes, a car pulled up to her, and Utahime saw the most dependable face on the planet. Utahime pictured herself standing next to him, in her imagination he was a little shy.

"Shoko told me you'd be in your Miko costume," The guy said

Utahime blushed a little

"Thank you for picking me this late at night," She said gratefully

"It's the least I can do. Principle Yaga was glad that the SOS had contained the situation for now. As long as this information doesn't reach the higher-ups, we'll be fine" He said

The rest of the cab was filled with silence and Utahime could feel the further seriousness of the situation setting in. It felt like someone had died.

Sure enough, an abstract layer of darkness blanketed the Tokyo college. When Utahime stepped out of the cab, the atmosphere was further palpable with death.

Nanami greeted her first: "He's inside, 4th room on the 2nd floor"

Utahime nodded and proceeded but Nanami called out again "Please go easy on him" he added

After taking several flights of stairs and going through several corridors, she arrived at the door.

Slowly, very slowly, she pushed open the door – half expecting to see Gojo with a slit wrist, lying in a pool of blood. Or worse, what if she saw him crying?

He was not. Utahime released a breath she didn't realize she was holding and then She attacked him-

With a hug, she didn't know for how long she stood there holding him and crying for him.

He let her hold him, and sometime later she felt his hands envelop her too. For some reason, it made her even more sad. The prospect of not hugging him when she was sober. He gave good hugs, and he smelled of citrus and clean detergent.

Utahime didn't want to let go but she felt his body itching to say something so she let him go.

"They took Megumi, and I couldn't do anything," he said as he stared beyond her and Utahime couldn't guess anything because he was wearing his blindfold.