𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨. [gojohime]

10. 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙅𝙝𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙧

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The morning after Shoko and Suguru’s wedding, the atmosphere was bustling with energy. Everyone was preparing to leave for Suguru’s ancestral home where the newlyweds would begin their new life together.

The Gojo, Iori, and Ieri families were in a flurry of activity, rushing to pack up and make their way to the venue.

In the midst of the chaos, Utahime found herself alone in her room. She had chosen a golden lehenga for the occasion, its rich fabric shimmering with every movement.

The lehenga fit her perfectly, the golden hue complementing her complexion, but as she tried to secure the choli at the back, she realized it was an impossible task to manage on her own.

Frustrated, she called out to her cousin, but her voice was drowned out by the noise outside. She sighed and reached for her phone, trying to call her mother, but the call went unanswered.

Tears of frustration and helplessness began to well up in her eyes as she stood there, clutching the strings of her choli, unsure of what to do next.

As she poked her head out of the room, hoping to find someone to help, she spotted Satoru just down the hall. He was on the phone, seemingly engrossed in a conversation that didn't look particularly interesting.

Utahime hesitated, her heart racing as she considered calling out to him. The idea of asking Satoru for help with something so intimate made her feel uneasy, but as she looked at the empty hallway, she realized she had no other choice.
 

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Satoru walked down the hallway, passing by the various rooms where family members were preparing to leave for Suguru’s ancestral home.

He had just ended a phone call when he noticed Utahime peeking out from her room, a troubled expression on her face.

“Utahime,” he called out, his voice tinged with concern as he approached her.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” he replies, almost comically.

She hesitated, not quite meeting his eyes, before finally speaking.

“It’s nothing... I just... I can’t tie my choli,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

She felt vulnerable admitting it, the simple act of asking for help feeling oddly intimate.Satoru raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.