Chapter 4

It had almost been a month since Utahime started her new job as a personal assistant at JJK Records, a whole month without any rest or breaks. Her legs became sore from the constant standing and running around she had to do on the job. It got to the point that her legs would shake from being overworked. Her feet developed small swollen blisters from wearing uncomfortable work shoes all day. Utahime stress went through the roof assisting Sweet Debauchery. They had schedules from performing at Music shows to modeling for luxury fashion brands, attending interviews & variety shows, filming adverts, dance/singing practice, attending charity events & so much more. Time would be even more hectic next month as Sweet Debauchery is at the last legs of preparing their debut album to tour in Spring 2021. Therefore Utahime would be juggling a lot. Utahime learned she'd also be going on tour with the group to record behind-the-scenes moments & assist. The plan is to stop at 30 countries.

Truthfully, Utahime was not looking forward to going on this tour. Each member had different needs, personalities, and quirks. It became a challenge to adjust to their behaviors as the job was already demanding enough. Plus, the flirting, teasing, and snarky comments, especially from Gojo made the job hell. Every moment he spoke to her Gojo would say either a stupid pickup line, invade her personal space by touching her hips, back, and arms whenever he could, or smirk at her with his toothy smile. She had no idea why he'd keep bullying her. And when she asked he would just laugh like she was stupid. Utahime opted to give him no reaction because she couldn't care less, but he kept going. He never got bored of it. Toji and Geto teased Utahime but not to the level that Gojo exhibited. All Utahime told herself was it would all be worth it as her first payday came very soon.

The time was 1:30 am as Utahime's body lay tirelessly on her bed at home in her apartment. The apartment she'd never been to in almost a month. Her black work suit was still on as she felt exhausted to change, the whites in her eyes became tinted with blotches of red from lack of sleep, and her purple raven locs draped over her face. It was a miracle tonight that she could rest as Sweet Debauchery's schedule got rescheduled (this was to appear as a guest on a sitcom series). Nanami had a solo schedule to attend while the group had a free slot to finally take a break. Therefore Utahime could rest from now until 9:00 am. Utahime informed her mother she was free to speak since she had no spare time since she moved to Tokyo. Her apartment was not decorated fully yet as her bedroom had boxes. It looked very bland. She had hung up some baseball jerseys, placed some books near her bedside, and posters on her walls from her favorite anime Code Geass.

The room was silent and peaceful draped in the natural darkness of the night, making it harder for Utahime to stay awake to receive her mother's call. Her blurry eyes slowly drew to a close despite fighting the urge to stay awake. Before her sleep became deep vibrations arose from Utahime's pantsuit pocket jolting her awake, she pulled out her purple iPhone to see her mother picking up the call with a tired smile on her face.

''Hello, Utahime! Honey, I've missed you so much!'' cried her mother blowing her nose with a tissue.

''Hey, Mom. I've missed you too.'' Utahime's voice fell flat and dry causing her mother to grow concerned.

''Honey. You sound ill and tired. You promised you'd look after yourself.'' her mother complained worriedly.

''I know Mom I've been trying to eat well and pace myself, but this job is demanding. I have to personally be around the group to help assist them on the job. They work 24/7 all week.'' Utahime replied clearing her throat, she had been talking so much that she felt she was losing it.

''Maybe it was a bad idea to let you take this role? It's already bad enough that I & your father can barely speak to you. I just thought it would be a good experience for you to live independently. But I don't want it to come at the cost of you being overworked.''

''It's okay Mom it's worth it regarding the money. This month I get paid 4,000 yen and that's after taxes. That is a lot more than I've ever made before. It can help you guys at home. How is dad doing?'' Utahime asked

A small breath drew from Utahime's mother's mouth before she answered. ''He's not doing so well these days, his back has gotten worse that he can't stand for so long, and his cough has come back, so we've had to stop working on the farm for a little bit. But don't worry everything will be okay. He's sleeping right now.''

All the tiredness left Utahime's body as her heart sank. Before she left for Tokyo her dad had been well but now he's in a worse condition. She was very grateful to have gotten this job because at least she could contribute to the bills while her mother took care of her dad.

''Don't worry darling. Like I said it's all going to be fine. Anyway enough about us at home, how are you doing? Have you made any friends? Do you like the group you are working for?'' Utahime's mother asked.

''Yes. I've met some nice people in the city. Everyone seems nice to me in the group. It's great.'' Utahime lied through her teeth clenching her raven coloured bedsheets with the hope that her mother didn't notice. She did not want her mother to worry, she already had enough to deal with regarding her dad's health.

But she wasn't a good liar.

''Honey you know you can't lie to save your life when it comes to us. Just like when you lied you didn't eat all of your dad's chocolate birthday cake on your own. Please be truthful with me.'' her mother laughed as Utahime yelled out of embarrassment. Utahime is a big chocoholic.

''Fine. The job itself is not bad. It started rocky. However, I've gotten the hang of contacting and liaising with companies, handling schedules, and checking equipment. All that jazz. And I'm doing well as the company CEO complimented me. But some of the members are just weirdos and the constant working without breaks is a lot.'' Utahime said truthfully

''The CEO complimented you! Wow! I'm glad to see you working well honey. I'm proud. But what do you mean when you say weirdos? What was the name of this group? You never really told me?''

''I mean acting weird towards me by being rude, flirting with me as a joke, or invading my personal space 24/7. The group's name is Sweet Debauchery. I'm sure you never heard of them.'' before Utahime knew it her mother's voice roared from her phone.

Say it aint so?

''What? What do you mean you know Sweet Debauchery mom? I thought you were a fan of the old-city pop artists of the 80s/90s.'' Utahime pleading it wasn't true.

''I am. I also just got into them last October. Honey I've been singing their songs at home constantly, I even tried to get you to be a fan. Remember that time I showed you the EP I bought last year? That was theirs. Were you even listening to me? You tend to block me out when you are not interested in what I'm saying. You've got to stop that dear.''

Then it all clicked. Utahime didn't stop to think and connect the dots since she got her new job. Now it all made sense as she recalled those memories of her mom singing their music and showing her photos of the members. She just didn't care when her mother would talk about them. Now it's awkward because she works with them.

''Anyway, forget about that. Utahime you just said they FLIRTED with you!? Which members? My daughter is in a potential romance with Sweet Debauchery?'' her mother squealed.

Utahime slammed her hand on her face suppressing a huge grown. How could this be happening?

''Mom it's not like that. They are just bullying me for the fun of it.''

''How do you know that? Have they ever told you that or is that what you're choosing to think?'' Utahime's mother asked with excitement dripping out of her voice. She couldn't contain what she was hearing.

Truthfully, Utahime knew how she got to the conclusion. Boys didn't like her like that, so why would these celebrities/pop stars? Plus Utahime didn't want them to like her, especially that blue-eyed freak.

''Why would they like me? They can get any girl in the world. And no thanks on my end. I don't like crazy guys like that. Oh, and Mom outside of Nanami and Choso, the rest of the group are idiots. Mainly Gojo who's the worst with the flirting.''

''Really? Gojo flirts with you! You know you and Gojo would make a great couple!''

She'd rather chug down a whole tub of bleach date that guy.

Utahime was 1 second away from yelling at her mom's suggestion before she heard an alert of a second phone call. She looked at her phone to see who was calling and saw Nitta's name flash across the screen.

Utahime's heart sank at the thought of doing more work. The idea of talking to Yaga for some days off crossed her mind.

So long were her dreams of getting any rest tonight.

—--

''Tell me that you love me.''

''I can't….you already know the deal sweetie.''

Gojo kissed the woman next to him softly before towing over her on the king-side bed where they lay. The bedsheets and duvets were rich in scarlet, fresh, smooth, and crisp down to the bone of lavish velvet material providing luscious warmth and comfort. The room was dimly lit in red lights creating a mood of sensuality. There were champagne bottles of Gold Prosecco, Goût ed, & Hennessey lying on the ground along with champagne glasses and stripped clothes of white bras, denim, and leather mini skirts, and a purple-crisp shirt and black male pants. Another lady crawled on the bed behind Gojo placing a hand on his bulky back. Gojo was releasing steam at one of the double duplexed mansions he and his members owned jointly. The mansion had 20 master bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, 3 kitchens, 3 living rooms, and 10 extra spare rooms. It was a labyrinth filled with custom white marble walls, black metallic kitchenware, crystal-cut chandeliers & a serene huge pool sat in the back. The mansion sat on 7000 square feet of land filled with over 100 people that the members had invited over. All of the guests were supermodels and strippers spaced out all over the house entertained by Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Sukuna.

''Satoru it's my turn.'' complained another woman sitting on the king-sized bed impatiently waiting behind Gojo to finish attending to the woman in the bed. This woman was half-naked and wearing black lingerie. The woman had brown long hair that was extremely messy and a strong full face of rose-colored makeup. The woman moved forward and began to kiss Gojo's back.

''Stop you already had your turn!'' complained another young woman sporting a short bob of raven hair and wearing a long red nightgown. This woman was standing close to Gojo's bed, she locked her arms firmly onto him pulling his arm out in a desperate plea to get his attention. Gojo began to laugh at them. He loved it when women fought over him, he found them like animals who couldn't contain themselves while he was the prize. He had all the control and power over them. At one snap of his slender fingers, they would do anything for Gojo because they were in love with him.

But Satoru wasn't in love with them. He loved letting them know this because they just kept coming back. He could treat them like dirt and they wouldn't care. It was fun. In return, he had his way with all the beautiful women he ever wanted without being tied down.

Gojo stopped kissing the strawberry blond-haired woman below him. His lips were a bit glossy tinted with hues of blush pink from the woman below him due to the vigorous kissing. Gojo retracted back in silence turning to the woman behind him. The brown long-haired woman stopped kissing his back as she saw him shift towards her. A deep breath escaped Gojo's mouth, and his chest rose tightly. Red blemishes and marks of red and pink lipstick are all over Gojo's defined pale chest. His toned muscular arms sported tin lines of cuts all over from entertaining so many women throughout the dark hours of the night.

The bright color of blue was gone from his eyes. it was murky and grey with hues of blue struggling to break in.

''It's not Satoru to you. Never call me that. It's Gojo. Remember to get it right!'' the demand and darkness in his voice got the woman to freeze in fear nodding on command like a trained animal. The other woman gasped cowardly in reaction before Gojo swiftly placed a cold hand on the woman's cheek clutching her lips with a fierce sloppy kiss growling hard before he pulled back evaluating all the women in his master bedroom.

''All of you get in my bed now!'' he demanded again. The supermodels obeyed his request in delight.

Sprayed out on the floor rang Gojo's iPhone. A call from Nitta came through but his attention was elsewhere.

—-

''Why do I have to supervise the group at this late hour?'' Utahime detested with a groggy yarn as she sat in the second front seat of a sleek two-seater Mercedez Benz car. Utahime was on the phone with Nitta who informed her that she would watch over the group tonight. This is because Nanami (normally the group's den mom) wasn't present as he had a solo schedule to fulfill. Because of Kento, the group could get to schedules on time without being late despite having hangovers, partying, or messing around with women the night before. Nanami wouldn't take part since he was more interested in thinking about his love Tiana unknown to the group who thought he was a wet blanket. However, whenever Nanami wasn't there the members would always be late or miss schedules causing issues with companies/brands & Yaga.

Choso was polite enough to drive Utahime to the mansion the other members were at. Sometimes Choso would join in on the fun. However, when it came to free time, he loved to use it to get sleep. He couldn't wait to get home to sleep.

''I'm sorry about this. It's paramount that the group show up to their schedules tomorrow. Do not worry Yaga is going to add a bonus to your pay.'' Nitta explained

''I understand that. But I would like to ask something. Will there ever be a time I get to rest? I know I have annual leave days but I know I'm constantly needed. It's just I feel like I'm running on fumes now and I want to be able to do my job well.''

Utahime's back also had not healed since her first day when accidentally Gojo fell on her. The pain only struck at certain times from running around all day.

Choso eyed Utahime with compassion noticing how tired she looked as she sported an oversized white t-shirt and grey baggy sweatpants, her long hair was all over her face and her bangs covered her tired dried eyes. He turned his eyes back to the quiet roads of the night before a thought entered his mind.

''Maybe you should see Shoko? She's a great Physician Associate whom we often see when we don't feel well. Also, she's great friends with Gojo & Geto.'' Choso proposed kindly at Utahime who finished speaking to Nitta.

''Shoko? You know that's not a bad idea. Is she a private doctor or something?''

''Yes, she is. She's very good at her job. I once had a dislocated arm. Shoko got it fixed for me in three days. You could get a lot of help from her to overcome your fatigue.'' Choso stopped at a red light and tapped his fingers on the wheel nervously.

''Okay. Could you please help me to schedule an appointment with her?'' Utahime yarned again stretching in her seat. Choso nodded and Utahime placed a kind hand on his arm in the form of gratitude.

''Thanks, Choso.'' Utahime's eyes were closed as her head bobbed a little when the car started moving again.

The car went quiet for a moment as Utahime tried to catch a small nap but couldn't sleep due to the noise of the car so she opted to talk to Choso. She never really got the chance to speak with him alone but saw he was a kind guy.

''So Choso…what's your deal? You seem to be nice and kind for this kind of job. Same with Nanami. You both don't live up to the pop star image in terms of your personality.'' Utahime asked calmly with her eyes still closed.

''Oh, I'm surprised you asked that. Well…I always liked to sing. I, I um.'' Choso started Utahime noticed his nerves.

''I used to live in foster care…I sang a lot to get through the tough times.''

A wave of guilt from nowhere flew onto Utahime. Never would she have guessed that about Choso. Now she felt bad about getting him to bring that up. Even if she didn't know she still felt guilty.

''Apologies. I didn't…'' Choso shook a hand to contest Utahimes guilt. His eyes were still on the road.

''It's okay. It's not your fault. My time in that home helped me see the harsh realities of life. I was lucky to have gotten the chance to use my gift to sing. I saw auditions for this group and decided to try because I wanted a better life for my siblings.''

''You have siblings?'' Utahime asked

''Yes. They aren't related to me by blood, but I see them as family. However, I do have a younger half-brother by blood. His name is Yuji Itadori. He's six years old. Right now he's still living at the foster home because the authorities believe I'm not fit enough to take care of him due to my job. '' Choso drove up a fancy pathway, he was close to the destination of the mansion.

''Wow. That makes no sense. You have enough money to take care of him. What about your other siblings?''

''Since they are 18 like me they were able to leave the system. I've been looking out for them too and they are grateful but we are all trying to get Yuji out. Likewise, the system thinks my other siblings aren't fit either since they are ex-care kids. Many of them don't even have jobs yet but are okay due to the money I can provide''.

Utahime's respect for Choso had risen tremendously. He handled so much at 18 years old and was still professional at his job treating her kindly. She now felt the need to help and protect him like a sister would.

''Don't worry Choso. I will help you. I don't know how but I'm going to try.'' Utahime protested

''It's okay. Nanami is helping me with this a lot, and also the other members when they can. Gojo even helped the authorities hold on presenting Yuji up for adoption since his clan knew some of the higher-ups. He worked tirelessly for that to happen. I'm grateful to him.''

Gojo?

A flash of confusion and disgust came over Utahime's face. She couldn't picture Gojo being serious about anything. If Choso hadn't said this she wouldn't believe it. Choso giggled causing Utahime to smile seeing Choso could still be happy despite what he was going through.

''I know you hate Satoru's guts because of his crazy antics, but deep down he's a caring person. It's just that it takes a lot for him to care. He's sort of desensitized.''

Desensitized? What did that mean?

The car stopped abruptly jolting Utahime out of her thoughts. In her view was the mansion, she had never seen a house or land this big. The architecture is rich in a creme duplex exterior. Slow jam R music played from the mansion and loud chatter/white noise echoed across the land. Nerves arose in Utahime's stomach she was out of her element here and she would be alone.

Who knows what sort of things go down in that building?

''Choso why don't you stay for a little while? I don't want to feel bored here on my own.'' Utahime played off hoping Choso wouldn't notice her fear of going in alone.

''I would but I'm tired Utahime. I haven't slept properly since we debuted and today is the only day I can get a few hours of sleep. I'm surprised I could even drive tonight but I guess I'm used to being sleep-deprived now.'' Choso mumbled tiredly rubbing his eye.

Utahime decided to drop it leaving Choso to get his well-deserved rest. If she was this tired she wondered how tired Choso was. Utahime opened the car door hesitantly exiting the Mercedez Benz before bidding Choso goodbye. He drove off slowly leaving Utahime standing on the front grounds of the mansion. A text was sent from Utahime's phone to Nitta to inform her she was at the mansion.

''I wish I was asleep at home,'' Utahime muttered as she tiredly walked towards the Mansion entrance.

—--

Whirls of translucent smoke engulfed the wide room upwards towards the gold ceiling. Sukuna and Geto sat on a black leather sofa in the living room surrounded by strippers who were entertaining them while they both smoked a joint. The essence of luxury in the room is captured through a combination of spacious layouts, abundant natural light, and a harmonious color scheme rooted in neutral tones. This approach to design is hallmarked by its emphasis on open, airy spaces that seamlessly integrate with the natural environment outside.

There was a table placed before the two with gourmet food while the strippers danced for them.

Sukuna threw wads of yen at the strippers growling at them before he grabbed three of them to sit on his lap. Geto felt his phone ring ignoring it, taking the time to flirt with the stripper next to him.

''Geto. I love you so much.'' said the stripper as she kissed his neck. Like Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna had released steam leaving them half naked and shirtless. Toji had been too but was upstairs in another room. Geto laughed at her words removing the cigar from his mouth.

''Open up.'' He demanded with a whisper the stripper complied so eagerly allowing Geto to force the cigar into her mouth.

''I love me too.'' Geto chuckled darkly. The other strippers swooned lovingly in response to his answer.

The sound of the doorbell rang numerous times causing Geto's attention to divert for a bit before the stripper began to kiss him causing him to forget.

Sukuna's anger arose due to the sound of the doorbell relatively going off. He stopped making out with the stripper on his lap eyeing the strippers who were still performing.

''Aye! One of you dolls better see who's crazy ass that is! NOW!'' he yelled causing five of the strippers to run along to the door.

—--

Utahime continued to press the doorbell vigorously as her hands became numb. It was cold outside and she had been standing out there for 10 minutes now. Why would she be brought here when they wouldn't even let her in? Iori felt her time was being wasted. After no response, Utahime drew her hand down taking out her phone to see the time. It was now 3:30 am. Her eyes almost teared up from the fact that she was losing precious sleep.

Maybe this was a sign to go home?

Utahime decided to take it turning around to go back home when the door opened.

Turning around Utahime was greeted with the view of young women dressed in tight cocktail dresses, bras, pants, and thin high heels. All of them were tall and gorgeous models or strippers. Never had she seen women so pretty and dolled up.

''Yes! Hello?'' one of them spoke up, she was a blond bombshell wearing a pink short nightgown.

''I'm Sweet Debauchery's assistant. I'm here to supervise the group tonight to make their schedule tomorrow.'' Utahime said plainly showing her ID card but they wouldn't let her in.

''What a lot of bull! You're just a stupid creepy fangirl hoping to get a few seconds with them.'' the blond model laughed. The other women began to laugh and speak amongst themselves tearing down Utahime's looks. Utahime even heard them mention the scar on her face which burnt at her heart.

She did not need this right now.

''I'm sorry. I need to get in. I won't be in your way. You can continue doing whatever is it you are doing. But I need to make sure they arrive early tomorrow and not oversleep.''

''Do we look like we care?'' another model spoke up. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and her skin was tanned. The blond model looked at her with authority and they both stood together staring Utahime down like they were angry with her.

''I don't mind if you care or not that's not my concern. What I'm concerned with is doing my job.'' Utahime replied becoming angry now with what was going on. She began to walk forward but was pushed by the blond model leaving Utahime to fall on the floor. Utahime scrapped her left arm on the ground which started to bleed and the models laughed at her laying on the ground.

''What the hell is going on?''

Everyone turned around to see Gojo standing at the entrance with dark eyes, his jaw clenched, and bare arms crossed together tightly. Utahime had never seen him look stern before, his usually goofy face was nowhere to be seen. She had no idea why he was angry right now. it made no sense. The models and strippers began to pretend to attend to Iori like they weren't the reason she was hurt in the first place but Gojo wasn't having that.

''Utahime is with us. If she ever shows up here or at any of our other mansions make sure to let her in. Am I clear?'' Gojo lectured and they all agreed without question.

''Now leave. I'll attend to her.''

For the first time, some of the models & strippers were reluctant to listen to him. They just kept staring at Utahime in anger questioning why Gojo was so keen to attend to her. A flash of blue bursted out of Gojo's eyes as he stared at all the women, inflicting a new form of fear into them and leaving them rushing into the mansion without uttering a word.

Without a word, he turned to Utahime walking towards her slowly before crouching to her level. Utahime stared at him in confusion about what was going on before she winched in pain from her bleeding left arm. Gojo took her arm slowly in his hands as he focused on the wound. It looked deep and painful to him. His hands lingered on her arm for what felt like a long time, Utahime was begging for him to say something as he's never this quiet so she spoke up to ease the awkward tension.

''What are you doing?'' Utahime spoke confusedly pulling away from him but he wouldn't budge.

''What does it look like I'm doing? I'm helping you,'' he said sternly, his voice was low and calm. A complete 360 to his usual cocky voice that Utahime was used to. Before she knew it Gojo was carrying her in his arms. His hand rested on her back and under her legs clutching onto her as if he was trying to protect her. Utahime's head was now on his chest, she felt how hard and defined it was realizing he was shirtless. The sweet scent of aroma came from him making Utahime feel a little dizzy. She could also smell a mixture of scents of other women on him.

''No, no you don't need to carry me. Put me down, please. I can take care of myself.'' Utahime shifted herself off from Gojo as he silently placed her on her feet. When Utahime took another look at Gojo she noticed he was only in grey boxers turning around in response. She did not need to see that man half-naked. He repulsed her.

Gojo laughed at her reaction causing Utahime to feel embarrassed.

''Let's get you fixed up.''

—

Gojo placed a plaster from a first aid kit onto Utahime's left arm to stop the bleeding. The two were in one of the many kitchens of the mansion alone as music from the other rooms echoed in the background. Utahime stood with her back against the counter while Gojo stood opposite her.

''There you go. All better.'' a hint of cheekiness returned to his voice but on the surface, it still sounded a little serious.

Utahime shifted away from Gojo pulling her arm to her hand not knowing how to act. She didn't need him to act so nice to her all of a sudden. Nor did she need his help with her arm, she could have taken care of it herself.

''Thank you for your help,'' Utahime said without looking at Gojo. She bowed out of respect before walking away but he stopped her.

''Where are you going?''

''I'm going to sleep outside. I just came to tell you I will wake you guys a few hours early for your schedule tomorrow so you don't end up being late. Nitta informed me without Nanami you all tend to miss your early schedules.'' Utahime said. Utahime could see Gojo becoming visibly annoyed as he took in a quick breath running a hand through his white mane of hair.

Again his serious face shined through which Utahime analysed.

''What's wrong Gojo? I don't understand.''

''What's wrong with you? It's almost been a month since you've worked with us and you still hate my guts. Why would you sleep outside and not in the mansion? We have plenty of rooms.'' Gojo asked placing both hands on the counter keeping Utahime from moving.

''What are you doing? Why would I stay here where all sorts of things are happening? It's not safe for me. I've only known you for a month, yes, but that's not enough to trust you all yet. Especially when you harass my space and flirt with me 24/7 because you are a bully.'' Utahime answered truthfully. Gojo became even more annoyed due to her answer.

''Then why come here? You could have just stayed home and called us. Also, it's too cold for you to sleep outside.'' He rebutted down towards her face staring her dead in the eyes. Utahime wouldn't cower away though she had to set him straight.

''Because you guys never answer your phones. I called you 17 times on my way here. Sukuna 10 times and Geto 20 times. Toji's phone was turned off. None of you picked up. You were too busy playing with those models and strippers to answer. That's why I am here. If I don't stay around here tonight you guys won't show up for your schedule tomorrow as Nanami isn't here and that's going to be on me.'' Utahime replied trying her best to push away his hands from the counter. Gojo wouldn't budge. It felt like he was a tank with how strong his grip was. Utahime could now hear his breathing getting heavier.

''If you think I'm going to let your little ass sleep outside you are crazy.'' his voice became hard. Utahime turned her head around and back with her mouth opened as if Gojo had gone crazy.

''Where do you want me to sleep? In your bed?'' Utahime joked laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Satoru took the bait.

''If you'd want to.'' his mouth was dangerously close to Utahime's, and she could feel his breath on her skin. It felt like he wanted to kiss her and she didn't want that. As a last resort, Utahime pushed his face away from hers with her hands leaving Gojo bewildered. Most women would have been sleeping with him by now but Utahime still resisted him. He's never had a woman shove his face before. Gojo's eyes opened widely like a goldfish not knowing what to think.

Utahime's face was red with anger. ''You're NOT the boss of me Gojo! I see how you are with those models and strippers. You aren't going to tell me what to do. You won't bully me'' Utahime yelled at Gojo causing him to lose it.

''What is it with YOU? You're so oblivious to everything. All you want to do is work and go home. You're like a robot Utahime!'' it was Gojo's turn to yell. His hands left the counter as he began to run them through his hair, trying to calm down as his breathing got out of control. Now free to move Utahime decided to approach Gojo with vim and power, she was at her edge now being deprived of sleep, and was not going to let the very reason why get away scot-free.

The million-dollar question rang again in Utahime's mind. Why was Gojo doing this?

''Why do you care? Why are you so obsessed with the idea of what I do??'' Utahime questioned like a detective.

''Because I just want a cue from you! A simple damn cue!'' Gojo's true thoughts slipped out and he didn't care. Gojo needed an answer as to why she was so different. From the first day he met her, he couldn't shake her out of his mind. Her attention wasn't on him. She acted like he never existed. He couldn't romance her like another woman. Gojo couldn't control her or play with her feelings. For some reason, he liked this. The more he argued with her the more he saw her beauty. The natural beauty she had allured him. Seeing her mad was very attractive to him for some reason that he couldn't shake off. He liked teasing her at work because he liked the faces she'd make. There were so many vibes he got from her that he liked.

For the first time, He wasn't the prize here. She was.

But sadly Utahime couldn't get at what Gojo was talking about. She just stared at him with confused eyes shaking her head at him.

The sounds of alarms rang in Gojo's mind. At that second he knew what he decided to do.

''A cue for what? You are nothing but a bully to me. I…'' warm soft lips attached to Utahime's mouth, the taste of sweetness from Utahime's lips captured Gojo's taste. He had never tasted lips this sweet before after kissing countless women, it felt addictive and hot. Gojo placed a hand on Utahime's cheek, while his other hand caressed into her hair. She tasted like strawberries to him…no sweet cherries….or maybe juicy mangos?

Whatever it was he wanted more of it. Gojo forced open Utahime's mouth to enter his tongue.

BANG!

Gojo saw white for 10 seconds before blinking the whiteness away. His cheek burnt a little feeling a sting near his jaw.

What…what just happened?

He turned towards Utahime and all he could see was her red lips. Have they always been so red?

''THAT'S IT! I'M DONE! I'm going home and taking the week off.'' Utahime yelled pointing at Gojo with fire in her eyes, walking away before turning back around to Gojo who just stood there in a trance. His lips were parted and his eyes looked drunk on Utahime's. Her hands were white clutching so hard out of anger.

But again Utahime is oblivious to what he was feeling.

''You know what! You're a PIG! You walking STD manchild. You seriously need help. And I am NEVER talking to you again!'' those were the last words she uttered before leaving Gojo alone in the kitchen.

Gojo touched his cheek again, his mind clouded with the kiss they just shared.

What was happening?