Despite Utahime Iori's better judgment, she finds herself seated in a spare dojo with her legs tucked underneath her and her phone in hand. She came here to mediate. None of the students come here, so it's a great place for her to get away and gather her thoughts.

That was the plan.

"What am I doing?" She mutters, mindlessly scrolling through Gojo Satoru's social media, of all things. It isn't so much about him as it is curiosity about her.

Oh.

So that's Higurashi Kagome. She's beautiful. Utahime untucks her legs from underneath her and hunches over. This is the woman that drives the strongest crazy? Well, it probably doesn't take much since there must be some screws loose in that idiot's head, but what would make anyone want to settle down with Gojo Freaking Satoru?

He's loud. Abrasive. Looks down on those weaker than him, so basically everyone, and he's always late. There are no redeeming qualities about him. He's as bad as Geto Suguru, just without the whole murder thing, but even that is flimsy.

Utahime presses her lips together. Higurashi-san looks kind, but maybe she's as depraved as Gojo. Or maybe she doesn't know how he truly is. He's kept her hidden all this time like a dirty secret.

"There you are!" Mei Mei says, startling Utahime.

"Oh! Mei Mei, what are you doing here?" She slides the phone into her pocket and stands, dusting her pants off. "I was attempting to mediate, but I just can't seem to focus."

Mei Mei stops and cocks her head to the side. Her signature braid is gone, unraveled, though she's wearing her normal uniform. "I had a meeting, but I'm in the mood for some tea and something sweet now. You can tell me what's on your mind. I know the perfect spot."

Today must be a series of bad calls because Utahime joins Mei Mei for tea and proceeds to spill everything that is bothering her. The cafe is busy, but they get a seat in the back.

Mei Mei purses her red lips together and leans back in the brown chair. Some new pop group plays over the speakers. "I think your dislike of Gojo is clouding your judgment."

Utahime huffs. Of course, Mei Mei would say that. Gojo gives her a ton of yen to do who knows what. "No, I am being objective here. That poor woman doesn't know who she is dealing with."

"I've met her," Mei Mei says, "and poor is not a word I would use to describe her. If anything, I would go as far as to say she holds the reins in that relationship. Gojo is quite smitten with her." Mei Mei picks up the white cup and stares at the liquid. "Any person who can cause Gojo of all sorcerers to lose control is a force to be reckoned with."

"But he kept her and their children hidden," Utahime hisses. "Like they are some dirty secret, so he could continue doing whatever he wanted."

Mei Mei sets the cup down and sighs. "You're usually smarter than this," she chastises. "Their oldest is only six and can do a domain expansion. Their youngest has the six eyes and limitless. There are bounties on their heads. Some have gone after them already now that their existence is known. You need to set aside your hatred for Gojo. He did what he had to do to protect his family."

Utahime flushes pink, properly chastised. She wants to sink into the seat or the floor, but she keeps her composure. Is she wrong? Mei Mei doesn't stick up for anyone. And surely she heard wrong about his oldest being able to pull off a domain expansion. That is absurd. "Do you think..." She leans forward and lowers her voice, "Do you think sex is really that great to cause blackouts?"

Mei Mei laughs. She wipes her eye with her finger. "Is that what this is about?" A few chuckles slip past her lips as she continues to wipe at her eyes. "Did you hate fuck Gojo when you were younger? You can tell me," she teases. "All those years of him picking on you. Did it get to you?"

"No!" Is she out of her mind? There's no chance in hell she would sleep with him.

"... Do you want to?"

Utahime squeaks. "Absolutely not!" She turns her head, mortified at the looks being thrown their way. "No, I don't want him. I just don't believe it can really be that good."

Mei Mei leans forward and grabs her hand. "To be fair, Gojo is the strongest and Kagome-san is..." Mei Mei leans back. "She isn't weak. I think you just need to find someone to crack that back. Someone that isn't so nice."

"What's wrong with nice guys?" Utahime mutters. Is it so wrong to want it all? Surely there are nice men out there who will listen to her when she gets home and tell her everything is going to be okay. Someone polite and dependable. She sniffs. Sounds like Nanami-san to be honest, but he is also so stiff. She needs someone nice and not so stiff when it matters. There must be a man out there like that.

"They clearly aren't doing it for you if you have to question if sex can really be that good." Mei Mei reaches into her purse. "There is someone that wants to meet up with you. Tonight."

Utahime narrows her eyes. She should have seen this coming when Mei Mei offered to pay for their drinks and pastries. "Please do not say Gojo Satoru."

Mei Mei's brows pinch together. "It's for a date. Gojo would never want to meet up with you for something not jujutsu related." She snorts, as though the idea is absurd.

Utahime bites her tongue. Not to stop herself from lashing out, but to distract herself from the pain in her chest. Her heart is cracking. Her self-esteem is in tatters. It's not about Gojo. It's Mei Mei's tone.

It's...

Okay. Fine. She's jealous. Not because Higurashi-san is with Gojo, but because she is everything Utahime is not. She wants someone to look past the ugly scar on her face. Someone devoted to her. Men take one look at her and grimace with disgust just because of the scar on her face. It's not as though she can just blurt out, she got hurt taking down a curse that Gojo had to exorcise for her because it was too much.

"Anyway, just keep an open mind... and you do owe me one," Mei Mei continues.

Utahime freezes. Her back stiffens. Mei Mei is actually using the binding vow for a date? She should have never created one with Mei Mei, but she was young and didn't know any better. "Are you serious?"

Mei Mei shrugs. "Yeah. I mean, I wasn't planning on ever using it, but..." She pulls a card out of her purse and slides it across the table. "If you need a dress, then we can go shopping."

Utahime picks up the card and frowns. "Who am I meeting? Do I know them?" The card has the time and address of the restaurant she is expected to meet this mystery man at. There's nothing about a dress code or a name, or even a phone number.

"Naoya."

The card falls from her fingertips. "Mei Mei—"

"Binding vow, remember. You could break it but...it's just one date. You don't have to marry the guy. And besides, he might surprise you."

Surprise her? Utahime swallows and picks the card up from the floor. A date with Naoya? She touches the scar. Naoya wants to date her? He isn't put off by the scar?

"Okay, you don't—"

"I'll go!"

"Wait, really?"

She nods and touches the scar again. "He's not my ideal man, but I'm curious. Why me? He could have his pick, you know?" There are rumors that Naoya is the next Zenin head, and he is strong. Maybe not special grade strong, but Gojo Satoru is a monster, and no one should look up to him for guidance.

Mei Mei opens her mouth as though she wants to say something, but she closes it at the last second.

"What is it?"

"You grew up on a shrine, right?"

"Yes? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing." Mei Mei smiles. "He mentioned off-hand how much he liked your uniform."

Utahime scrunches her nose. What a strange thing to like. "I need a dress." She stands and pushes down the giddiness bubbling in her stomach. Naoya is younger than her and while she would prefer someone older, Naoya is accomplished. Maybe he isn't that bad. If someone could love Gojo, then... Utahime smiles.

She's got a hot date tonight.

Satoru sneezes and sneezes and then sneezes again. What the hell? Who's talking shit about him? He wrinkles his nose and frowns, feeling another sneeze coming.

"Satoru," his father calls as he walks out of the house with Shippo by his side and Himari behind him with Koushi in her arms. "We're headed out. Taking the boys shopping and then we're have a late lunch or early dinner."

Satoru nods and then squats down. "Shippo, listen to your grandmother and grandfather, alright?"

"I know. I know. Mama already gave me the whole spiel." Shippo rolls his eyes and then walks closer. He cups a hand around his mouth. "I want a TV in my room," he whispers.

"And your mom said no," Satoru whispers back.

"Mama packed a bottle just in case. If you get me a TV in my room, I can keep Grandma and Grandpa entertained longer."

Satoru sucks his teeth. What a shrewd son he is raising. To think that he, Gojo Satoru, would be swayed by such a thing. "Keep them out long enough for an early dinner, and I'll talk to your mom about it."

Shippo squints and then nods his head. "I'll accept that."

"What are you two talking about?" Himari asks. She moves closer to the old man's side. Satoru stares for a moment. There's something off about them. Their body language is... he can't put his finger on it, but something is different about them. Their outfits are even complimentary.

"Just talking about Christmas. You know that'll be here before we know it." He stands and then smiles at Koushi, who balls up a fist. "Koushi? What did I do?"

Koushi babbles and turns his head. Himari blinks and raises a brow.

"Why were the muffins lopsided this morning? Mama doesn't make mistakes," Shippo says. "You know why Koushi is mad at you." He plants his hands on his hips and stares at him.

Satoru coughs. "Anyway, you guys need to get a move on it. Kagome and I have missions to take care of." Satoru leans forward to kiss Koushi's forehead, but there's a barrier between them.

"What are you doing?" Syouma questions.

"My sons are geniuses," Satoru says with a tight smile. "Alright, Koushi, I'll see you when you get home." Man, Koushi really holds a grudge. He rubs the back of his head and heads inside the house with a wave goodbye. "Kagome!" Satoru bites his bottom lip as he stands in the genkan, waiting for Kagome. Maybe she needs help?

"I'm coming, hold on," Kagome yells back. When she comes into view, Satoru's heart leaps to his throat. "Ready?"

"You're fighting in that?" He swallows as he eyes her legs in the black tights. That red dress is short. Looks like it is made of satin and fuck. That neckline leaves nothing to the imagination. She's not wearing a bra. His eyes drift down to her legs again. Is she wearing underwear? Kami, he hopes not.

"Fighting?" Kagome laughs. "If that's what you want to call it."

She's dressed as if they are going on a date and not to exorcise a couple of curses. Are they going to make it to the first spot? Because he's tempted to haul her into the bedroom and say to hell with work.

Kagome crosses her arms. "Do you not like it?"

"I love it," he says, voice stained. "Wanna rip those tights so badly."

"I packed extra. Everything is in the car."

Packed extra? "Even the tripod?"

"Goodness, you are hopeless," she jokes, sliding into a pair of black heels that are for sure going to end up over his shoulders before the day is over.

He can't help himself and he's never been on to hold back, so Satoru reaches for her, pulling her into his arms and kisses her. Kagome gasps and that brief intake of breath nearly does him in. He's holding on to a sliver of control, for her sake. She wants to go with him on his missions, and damn it, he's going to show off like never before.

"I love you," he says fervently. His hand slides down, but Kagome pulls away. She wags a finger at him.

"Oh, no you don't. Save it for the movie you asked for." She tosses a look over her shoulder as she opens the door to the garage.

But he wants to touch her now. Satoru closes his eyes and inhales. "What about something to tide me over?" He slides his blindfold down. The strain isn't bad when he's with Kagome, and he knows how much she enjoys looking at his eyes. He closes the door behind him and then opens the passenger door for her.

They could fit three cars in here. He needs to take her car shopping sometime.

Leaning on the door, he watches as Kagome slides into the seat. She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back. The way she looks at him turns his body inside out. His heart feels so light. Sometimes he has to stop himself from levitating because of how loose she makes him feel. Kagome toys with the end of her dress and then lifts it ever so slightly.

Satoru swears he isn't breathing anymore. He wets his lips. "How many pairs of tights did you pack?"

"Guess you better get us to the mission site if you want to find out—Satoru!"

"Looks like we're already here," he quips. First time he's ever teleported a car, but hey, at least they don't have to worry about getting any speeding tickets now.

"You're something else," Kagome says with a laugh. She gets out of the car and gives him a look that has his cock hardening. "Aren't you going to give me a show?" She nods her head towards the building. Satoru stifles a groan. He loves it when she puts up a barrier and that first rush of her powers flares across his skin.

"I'll give ya a show, alright."

A/N: Happy Halloween! Wasn't gonna update but then Naoya wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write something.

And yes, you are being edged with this 'movie' lmao. It will be from Kagome's POV since it will be more of her taking the lead. Speaking of taking the lead, I'm still brainstorming the punishment for Brat Tamer, because he is already causing problems in chapter 2.

Have a great rest of the week! I'll see you guys on Sunday. Get plenty of rest and drink lots of water!