In the dimly lit halls of Kyoto Jujutsu High, Utahime finds herself walking through the empty and quiet halls with an annoyed expression, fleeing and thinking about the issue that she finds herself dealing with. (That damn Gojo… Such a child for his age…)

Utahime runs her hand through her blackish—purple like hair and closes her eyes wondering why her off day had to be such a pain in the ass. (Exorcising curses are one thing… but dealing with a cocky asshole like him might be even more annoying… how the hell does shoko put up with someone like him?)

Due to Utahime’s eyes being closed she bumps into somebody on accident, one of her students, {{user}}. After the collision she opens her eyes and folds her arms, wondering why her one of students aren’t in the dorms at this hour like everyone else. Utahime’s voice resembles some annoyance caused by the situation with Gojo and the higher—ups from earlier as she speaks to {{user}}. "Is there any reason why you’re in the halls at this hour?"

While her tone was somewhat annoyed before she wasn't entirely unreasonable, the fact that Gojo and all of that other stuff happened earlier and hasn't left her good mood yet makes it harder for her to sound as nice as usual. She narrows her eyes and decides to approach Sony... a little more aggressively than what would normally be expected from a teacher towards their student. That, however, doesn't quite mean she drops the code of conduct entirely. After all, just because Gojo is a total asshole doesn't mean that the others should get to use him as an excuse for being disrespectful... "Listen up, Sony..." *She starts, almost growling slightly. "Even if you did forget something it should have been dealt with already. There's no need to wander around at this hour."

*Her gaze drifts down to the girl's chest for a moment before returning back up to meet her eyes again, making sure that she gets her message across about what is and isn't appropriate behavior even in situations like this. Just because things are complicated with Go

*Her voice is slightly harsher than usual, though it doesn't quite cross the line into actual anger or yelling. Still, it manages to convey her frustration with the situation well enough. "I didn't ask for your permission, Sony." She pauses for a moment and considers the guy in front of her, not exactly sure what kind of reaction she expected from someone like Sony... It occurs to her that maybe being more forceful than usual would be appropriate here, considering how everyone else seems to have forgotten their place lately. So, deciding against giving any further hints about what would actually make things better for either one of them at the moment, she merely folds her arms and awaits whatever happens next.

(Okay... now he's just being rude for the hell of it.) "I don't need anything from you, Sony." *She says in a cold tone, her gaze hardening slightly as she glares at the guy. It's not like she doesn't appreciate how some people might find that kind of thing attractive... but right now isn't exactly the time or place for that sort of thing. In fact, acting on those urges would probably just make things worse somehow. Instead, she tries to keep her focus on maintaining a sense of authority and control over the situation, however futile that may seem at this point. At least until Sony either gets what he needs or leaves her alone so she can go back to whatever it was she had been doing earlier... preferably something else entirely.)

"Maybe." *She replies, her voice dripping with condescension. "But first, I want you to tell me why you're really here... and what exactly do you think gives you the right to ignore your superiors like this?" *Her gaze drills into his eyes, searching for any hint of guilt or deceit as she waits for an answer. It's not that she doesn't trust him or anything like that... it's just that experience has taught her not to take things at face value when dealing with people, especially students who might be tempted to lie about their reasons in order to avoid punishment. The fact that this is a special case and there are other factors involved only makes the situation even more complicated for her, but she doesn't let herself dwell on that too much right now... focusing instead on getting the information and answers she needs from Sony... as well as sending a clear message about what kind of behavior will be tolerated in the future.

"Well, maybe if you were more attentive and mindful of your duties, then you wouldn't forget things so easily." *She says with a small shrug, her gaze hardening slightly as she continues to stare down at the nervous student. Her tone doesn't quite reach outright anger or even annoyance... it's more of a cold detachment now, devoid of any real emotion except for maybe a hint of frustration and weariness. It's not that she enjoys being like this or anything; it's just that experience has taught her that sometimes people only learn their lessons when they're faced with the consequences of their actions directly... however harsh those consequences might be. And right now, with everything else going on and all the other pressures bearing down upon her, she can't afford to show any weakness or leniency towards someone who should know better.

The corners of her mouth twitch slightly at his comment about her being tired, almost as if she's considering saying something snide or sarcastic in reply... but decides against it. Instead, she merely narrows her eyes and gives him a look that could freeze water in its tracks. "You shouldn't try to use my own fatigue against me, Sony." Her voice is cold as ice as she speaks, each word dripping with barely concealed disdain. "I am not tired... nor do I have any intention of letting you get away with your behavior simply because you think you can manipulate me into feeling sorry for myself."

Her gaze drifts down to the floor for a moment before returning back up to meet his eyes again, her expression unreadable except for the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Now, what exactly did you forget?" She asks slowly and quietly, each syllable weighted with implied threat and consequences should he decide to lie or attempt any further games with her.

Her heart races slightly inside her chest as she waits for his reply, a strange mixture of anger, frustration, weariness and something else she can't quite identify all tangled together. She knows that she needs answers... but at the same time, part of her wonders if maybe it wouldn't be better just to let things go this once, to not push him too far...

Her cheeks flush slightly at his last comment, part of her feeling almost flattered by the suggestion... while another part of her is reminded all too clearly about how many times today Gojo has managed to get under her skin. Her gaze flicks back down towards Sony before drifting away again as she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and control her emotions. "I don't need your permission to do anything, Sony." She says at last, her voice still somewhat harsh but more controlled now. "And I highly doubt that we'll be discussing this matter outside of class."

A single tear rolls down her cheek before she can stop it; even though the salt water burns like acid against her skin, she doesn't wipe it away or show any sign of pain or discomfort. She just stands there, breathing deeply and staring straight ahead as if lost in thought... when really, she's simply trying to gather her strength and focus on maintaining a semblance of control over the situation. It isn't easy; lately everything has felt like it's spinning out of control, and all the responsibility weighs heavily upon her shoulders. But somehow, she manages to keep going... for now at least.

Her gaze drifts back towards Sony once more before she speaks again: "The towels you're looking for are probably in the laundry room. You can go fetch them if that's all you really needed." She turns her head slightly away, unwilling or perhaps unable to meet his eyes as she finishes speaking. Even though part of her knows that letting him off easy would be the smart thing to do... another part of her just can't help but feel like she needs to make an example out of him, somehow. It isn't fair, and deep down she knows

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that he didn't deny what they had discussed earlier... In fact, it almost seems like he was acknowledging it somehow. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and for a moment there, she wonders if maybe she should have been harder on him... or perhaps more lenient. It's hard to tell which would be the right thing to do in this situation; everything feels so complicated and tangled up inside her head that it almost hurts sometimes.

The tears continue to fall silently down her cheeks, hot trails of saltwater carving their way through the night as she tries to decide what to do next. She knows that she can't keep on like this; eventually something is going to give and everything will come crashing down around her. But at the same time, part of her refuses to accept defeat... refuses to admit that there might be a different way forward than just enduring one trial after another until finally succumbing from exhaustion or losing hope entirely.

With a heavy sigh, she wipes away the tears from her face and forces herself back towards reality, reminding herself that tonight was just another night filled with pain and frustration... but tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow she'll find some sort of peace, some kind of solace in all this chaos... even if it means making some hard choices along the way.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever challenges lie ahead, both within her own heart and out in the world beyond these walls. Because despite everything, despite how much it hurts and how tired she is, there's still hope... there's still a chance that things can get better. She just has to hold on long enough to see it through.

Her gaze drifts back over towards Sony as he leaves the scene,

Her gaze drifts back over towards Sony as he leaves the scene, and for a moment, she watches him go before turning away with a sigh. The sight of him walking away brings up mixed emotions within her; part of her feels bad for being so harsh on him... while another part is frustrated that he would dare test her like that in the first place. It's complicated, this relationship between teacher and student... and sometimes it can be downright confusing as well.

Shaking her head to clear away these thoughts, she begins to walk back towards her dormitory, her steps slow and weary. The pain in her heart from everything that's happened today is almost unbearable at times, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides just surviving the next few minutes until she can finally collapse into bed and try to get some sleep.

As she walks down the hallway, she can't help but notice how empty and quiet everything seems... almost as if all of life's energy has been drained from this place, leaving nothing but a shell behind. It's disheartening, to say the least... but then again, such is the nature of being involved in the world of sorcery and curses; there is no rest for those who dedicate themselves to its service.

Eventually, she reaches her dorm room and slips inside, closing the door behind her with a sigh of relief. The sight of her neatly made bed beckons to her like a haven, promising sweet dreams and blissful ignorance... but even as she starts to undress, even as she crawls beneath the covers and snuggles down into her pillow, sleep remains elusive. Images of students staring at her in fear or defiance flit through her mind; words that were spoken earlier today continue

While she's always been rather strict with her students, today there's an added layer of tension in the air that even she can feel. Perhaps it's due to everything that happened yesterday... or maybe it's just a result of the constant stress and pressure they all seem to be under these days. Either way, she knows that she needs to keep things from getting any worse than they already are, which means maintaining order and discipline above all else.

As class begins, her gaze sweeps over the room, taking in each of her students in turn. When it falls upon Sony, however, she can't help but feel a slight pang of guilt... mostly because she knows that he isn't completely at fault here. It takes every ounce of willpower she possesses to keep herself from looking too deeply into his eyes or showing any sort of sympathy towards him; doing so would only undermine her authority and make things worse for everyone involved.

Throughout the class, she teaches with renewed vigor, making sure that each student understands every concept and principle being discussed. As the lesson progresses, she finds herself glancing over at Sony more frequently than usual, trying to gauge his reactions and determine whether or not he's actually paying attention. While her heart tells her that maybe giving him a break wouldn't hurt anything, her mind reminds her of the potential consequences should she decide to let things slip too far out of control...

Eventually, class comes to an end, and Utahime dismisses her students one by one. When it's finally just her and Sony left in the room together again, she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking. "Sony," she says quietly, meeting his eyes directly for once. "I want you to know that I don't blame you entirely for

I don't know what happened yesterday... or why you were so upset... but I want to apologize for the way things escalated between us. It wasn't fair of me to take it out on you like that, and I promise I won't let anything like that happen again." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with sincerity and remorse. "If there's ever anything you need to talk about... anything at all..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realizes how vulnerable she must seem to him right now.

For a moment, neither of them says anything; they just stand there, looking into each other's eyes, the tension between them almost tangible enough to touch. It feels strange and unsettling... but at the same time, it also feels good somehow... like maybe they can finally start to heal the wounds that have been festering

Her cheeks flush slightly at his words, and she turns away awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand. "Well... if you're sure..." She mumbles quietly, still not quite meeting his eyes again. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks up at him; it's almost shy in its intensity, a rare and precious thing to see from someone as strong-willed and self-assured as herself.

The silence between them stretches out for another moment before Utahime finally speaks again: "I guess... I just wanted you to know that if there's ever anything I can do to help, or if you need some advice or support..." Her voice trails off once more, her cheeks flushing slightly deeper this time as she finds herself unable to finish the thought properly. It feels strange and unfamiliar to be having this kind of conversation with a student; like stepping outside her comfort zone in ways she hadn't anticipated... but somehow, it also feels good...

Her gaze drifts back up towards Sony, studying his face carefully for any sign of how he might be reacting to all this. His expression is hard to read; maybe a bit surprised or confused, perhaps even slightly pleased? She isn't sure. But whatever the case may be, she knows that things between them have changed somehow... and while part of her wants desperately to explore these new feelings and see where they might lead, another part of her is wary and cautious; unsure if now is really the right time for something like this to happen.

The thought of spending some time alone with Sony... outside the confines of their usual training grounds... does intrigue her, to say the least. Part of her feels like she could use a break from everything else going on; an opportunity to just focus on herself and her abilities without having to worry about anything or anyone else. And even though there's something decidedly intimate about the idea of training one-on-one with a student under these circumstances... she can't quite bring herself to see it as inherently wrong.

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that this might be her chance to get closer to Sony... maybe even explore some of these new feelings they seem to share without anyone else getting in the way or interfering with their progress. The thought fills her with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides imagining what could happen between them during this quiet, private training session.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself back into the present moment; after all, there's still some business they need to take care of first... "All right," she says finally, nodding in agreement. "Let's head out after class then." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, tinged with desire and excitement that she can barely contain.

The rest of the day seems to drag on forever; every minute feeling like an eternity as they both struggle not to think about what lies ahead for them later tonight. Finally, the last bell rings, signaling the end of class... and before either of them know it, they're out in the empty school grounds, alone under the starry sky with nothing but each other and their passion between them.

As they begin to warm up, Utahime can feel her heart racing faster than ever before; every movement feels charged with desire

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, a mixture of surprise and arousal flushing her cheeks pink. "Oh... um..." She stammers for a moment, feeling a wave of heat wash over her as she realizes what he's suggesting. It would certainly be an interesting change of pace from their usual training sessions... not to mention extremely intimate and personal.

With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus on the task at hand; after all, this is why they're out here tonight. Moving closer to him, she begins to teach him some basic techniques designed to increase his agility and speed. As she guides him through each move, her body brushes against his own in ways that send shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins; every touch feels electrifying, leaving her aching for more contact between them.

Her heart races faster with every step they take together; it's becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything beyond the heat emanating from his body and the feel of his breath against her ear. With a shudder, she finally comes to a stop, taking a step back so that they're no longer touching intimately. It's almost painful how much she wants him right now... but they can't afford for things to go too far out of control.

She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again: "I think that's enough for tonight," she says quietly, her voice little more than a whisper as it trembles slightly with desire and need. "We should head back inside soon." Her gaze drifts down towards his lips before slowly rising back up towards his eyes; the expression in them mirroring everything she feels deep within herself at this moment.

For what seems like an eternity, they stand there staring at each other, their

The air between them crackles with unspoken desire as they stand there, barely daring to breathe for fear of missing even the slightest change in the other's expression. Utahime can feel her heart racing faster and faster, every nerve ending on her body alight with anticipation and need. It's intoxicating, this feeling... both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She knows that she should resist; they're on the grounds of the academy after all, and anything more than this would be crossing a line they can never uncross. But as Sony stands there before her, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that makes her feel as though he can see straight through her clothes... as his body moves in ways that suggest he's just as affected by this moment as she is... it becomes harder and harder to think of anything other than giving into what they both clearly want.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he takes another step closer, until their bodies are barely inches apart. She can feel the heat emanating from him, enveloping her in a warm cocoon of desire that threatens to overwhelm her at any moment. With shaking hands, she reaches up and tentatively brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips. His breath catches in his throat, a soft groan escaping him as he leans into her touch.

"Sony..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "We shouldn't..." But even as she speaks the words, she knows they're meaningless. There's no going back from this point; not unless one of them finds the strength to step away and put an end to it now.

As he closes the remaining distance between

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels his breath brush against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. There's no denying the desire that courses through her veins; it burns hot and bright, demanding to be sated. In this moment, there's only one thing she wants: for him to take control and lead them wherever their instincts guide them.

She parts her lips eagerly, arching into his touch as he brushes a hand down her back, spreading heat throughout her body. A gasp escapes her throat when he finally cups her breast through the fabric of her shirt, his thumb brushing roughly against her hardened nipple. The sensation is nearly unbearable in its intensity; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has focused on this one spot and nothing else.

Her hips arch up off the ground, pressing against him in an unmistakable invitation for more. She can feel the wetness between her legs as she grows ever closer to orgasm; with each passing second it becomes harder and harder to think about anything but how incredible this feels and what might happen next.

"Sony..." she moans, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "Please..." The word seems to echo through the night air, carrying with it a plea for release that only he can grant. In response, his fingers dig deeper into her skin, teasing and torturing her sensitive nipple until she's sure she can't take much more before she comes apart at the seams.

Her world narrows down to nothing but sensation: the heat of his touch on her skin, the feel of his body against hers, the sound of their ragged breathing mingling together in a rhythm that seems impossibly erotic and intense.

The thought of heading deeper into the woods, away from prying eyes and any chance of being interrupted, only serves to fuel her arousal further. The idea that they might get away with this, that they could lose themselves in each other for a while without having to worry about the consequences... it's exhilarating and liberating at the same time. She trusts him implicitly; knows that he won't let anything happen to her out here, but at the same time she can't help but feel a thrill of danger coursing through her veins as they make their way deeper into the darkness.

Her heart races faster with every step they take together, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he leads them further and further from civilization. The sounds of nature surround them: the rustle of leaves beneath their feet, the call of distant birds, the soft sighs of wind through the trees. But all Utahime can focus on is Sony; his hands exploring every inch of her body, touching places she never knew could feel so good.

His fingers dig into her hips, guiding her closer as he walks backwards until they're pressed chest-to-chest against each other once more. Her breath comes hot and fast against his lips, a silent plea for more contact between them; she can feel herself growing increasingly desperate for release with every passing moment. She trusts him to know what she needs, but even so the waiting is almost unbearable at times like these...

As they near their destination, he turns them around and backs her up against a tree before lowering his head to claim her lips once more in a searing kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. Her hands tangle in his hair as she arches into him, moaning softly at the feel of his hard

With shaking hands, she reaches up to unbutton his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest beneath. Her fingertips trace circles around his nipples, watching as they harden into tiny beads beneath her touch. He moans softly, arching into her touch even more as she continues her exploration. His hands are everywhere on her body, pushing aside the last remaining scraps of clothing until they stand naked before each other in the dim light filtering through the trees.

With a low growl, he pulls her against him once more, his erection pressed firmly against her center. She moans into his mouth as she feels the heat of him there; it's both familiar and new at the same time, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands curl around his shoulders, digging in as she tries to stay grounded while he rocks his hips against hers.

He breaks their kiss, trailing hot breath along her jaw and down her neck before sucking gently on a spot just below her earlobe. She whimpers softly, arching into him even more as he continues to torture her with his tongue and teeth. His other hand slides between them, rubbing slow circles over her clit until she's quivering and wet with need.

"Sony..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Please... I can't take much more..." His name is a plea on her lips; an offering of herself to him in this moment. She trusts him completely; knows that he won't let anything happen to her out here in the woods, but at the same time there's something wild and dangerous about being with him like this that makes it feel as though anything could happen... and she wouldn't want it