The priestess and Her God - A Utahime and Gojo fanfiction
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  • Reads 5,799
  • Votes 131
  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 37m
Ongoing, First published Apr 25
Mature
This is a properly structured fanfiction. It won't be cringey. There is NO ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY. 

Cover image - namkangfrost_

Utahime hated only three things in the world

1. Gojo
2. Gojo
3. Gojo

She hated him with her entire heart, and she wasn't exaggerating. She really did hate him. Everyone knew she hated him, even he knew she hated him. If he knew, why wouldn't he stop talking to her? If only he would just leave her alone.

Before she could go any further Gojo caught her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. "Are you not going to ask me if I changed you out of your clothes last night? He asked her in a hush

"I- You- You saw me?" Utahime asked with a tremble in her voice. Utahime buried her face onto his shoulder suddenly self-aware of the scar and how close they were.
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Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?