"25 years old, Utahime Iori flies from Kyoto to Tokyo upon the insisting of her best friend, Shoko Ieiri. In search of a decent job, that's when she decided to live a peaceful life here according to her only, leaving her dreadful past behind. She found her comfort in music and that's where her life took a U-turn when she met Gojo Satoru. Tall, White haired and Blue eyed, undoubtedly handsome but What will be their fate that brought them together?"
In which Utahime is Gojo's stress reliever but Utahime is not feeling well.
Note: I do not own JJK. All characters belong to Gege Akutami, respectively. And also, English is not my mother tongue so.. yeah. 😊
One-shot..Gojo satoru × iori utahime
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*Slap*
"I wish someone hurts you so bad so you can feel the pain what others goes through...Your stupid powers protects you from everything huh...you don't even deserves it because you are insensitive, cocky and egoistic prick who lacks decency........I-I hate you.."
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The characters don't belong to me as well as the images.
I am new to this but I will be posting gojohime comics and sometimes memes about jujustu kaisen
These are not my works copyright to the original author
A quick and short fanfic focusing on Gojo and Utahime set after the grand fight between Gojo and Sukuna
Yeah, he made it out alive, let's assume everyone will :)
🚨🚨🚨 Manga spoiler 🚨🚨🚨
You have been warned.
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Utahime stumbles across to a very vulnerable gojo satoru which is most rarest sight to her.
Unexpectedly, to gojo's suprise the one who always mocks her to be weakest, now has come to his rescue.
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This is one-shot and the characters aren't mine. The cover isn't mine as well i just edited it.
Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating.
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She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek.
A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time.
That's all he left her.