Hits Different | gojohime one-shot part 1

Getaway Ride

First of all, thank you Dohwa-nim for the beautiful art. This chapter is highly inspired by your artwork. I have come to realise that I have a quite similar scene for my other otp and this time I'm absorbing it and reflecting the story to match GojoHime vibe

Before that, everyone go follow, like and retweet all artworks by Dohwa : https://x.com/do0hwa/status/1839676626118049928?t=Xjd3atUzAMKJpJR3RrKvuQ&s=19

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The clock shows it is late in the evening. Utahime sits by herself in the public study hall with a few other visitors. Some are students from a nearby university who come to access informative materials and internet, some are workers trying to meet their datelines, and some are just like Utahime, studying for the bar

Her pen moves gracefully on the paper as she copies the notes, jotting down important details until she mixes up the paragraphs and notes

RIP!

She tears the page in one swift move. This is her third attempt to get it right. What is so hard about studying? She was never bad at it. Utahime was one of the top students in Jujutsu High School for overall evaluation, including non-sorcery subjects. Has she come past her prime time?

After graduating, Utahime worked as a freelance sorcerer for 3 years before she was offered by the Jujutsu higher-ups a vacancy as teacher at one of sorcery school in Kyoto. They put a condition where she needs to obtain a teaching certificate from the Ministry of Education before they can give her a pass

So here she is now, second guessing her past decision as if she wasn't the one who agreed to it without further consideration, all because she was blinded by the amount of salary they offered

"You can do this, Utahime", she closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. She crumples the torn page in the palm of her hand. "I can do this", Utahime shoves the balled paper into her mouth and chews on it

"Spit it out!"

Someone yelps before Utahime feels a powerful smack lands on her back

BLEH!

She throws up paper on the table

"Are you okay?", Gojo appears out of nowhere, peeking from behind Utahime looking wary

"I almost died, thanks", Utahime chokes

"Here, drink this", he places the grande sized cup on the desk and pushes it to her side before pulling a chair and helps himself to sit

Utahime doesn't reject the kind, thoughtful offer. She flicks the lid open, taking her mouth to the rim and sips the freshly brewed hot black coffee, her favourite. Very considerate from someone who planned her death

"Are you hungry? Why did you eat that paper?", Gojo asks dumbfoundedly, also drinking from his cup

"I wasn't. It was— rather impulsive", clicking her tongue, Utahime suddenly snaps. "It's because I'm stressed with— these! Going through the notes, doing revision, spot questions. I don't know if I have enough time until next week"

"Whoa, whoa, relax... It's okay, Utahime", he tries to put her mind at ease

"No, I can't relax. And no, it's not okay", Utahime cups her face, groaning. "Ugh, what are you doing here? Did you know your presence is always disturbing?"