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She catches a glimpse of something white out of her peripherals, but just barely.
Unbidden, she turns to look and annoyance floods through her. His stupid, towering self is impossible to miss as he crosses the restaurant. White hair is effortlessly messy, his signature black shades cover his eyes, and some ridiculously expensive light grey shirt draw her eye.
Her date is still taking, hasn’t noticed that her attention has been elsewhere.
The host sits them at a table with a near perfect view of hers, and Utahime feels her annoyance double when a blonde bimbo sits across from Gojo.
“Is something wrong?” Her date asks, catching the glower on her face.
Quickly schooling her features into something more neutral, she shifts her attention back to the man in front of her.
This is their 3rd date. She hasn’t yet felt a spark with him, but she’s determined to give him a chance. He’s a normie, a non-sorcerer, but attractive, and so far kind, if a little chatty.
Her phone vibrates just as she feels eyes on her. She ignores the message, and doesn’t look to Gojo.
She makes it through her salad before she can’t bare to not look, and watches Gojo talk with his date.
The bimbo is gesturing with a wine glass, but Gojo’s body language isn’t interested. She’s felt his heavy gaze the entire time.
Half-way through their main course, Utahime has had enough. He’s stared her down, but every time she tries to catch his eye, he pretends to be riveted by whatever nonsense his date is blubbering about. Its distracting, and annoying, and damn him for looking good.
Grabbing her phone, she shoots him a quick text.
-Stop staring at me. -
She’s barely turned the ringer off when it buzzes in her hand.
-You’re the one that can’t stop watching me. -
-Is the normie that boring?-
-Not surprised. Even you can do better then him.-
Momentarily stunned by his audacity, she blinks down at her phone.
-My date is none of your business. Why are you even here? Did you follow me??-
Two bites and her phone buzzes again.
-So conceited darling. I’m here with a lovely date. -
-Clearly he’s a snooze fest. -
-You’re never bored when you’re with me. -
“Is everything okay?”
Startled, Utahime guiltily puts down her phone.
“Sorry, one of my coworkers is asking for advice on quiz material. I can stop answering, I don’t want to be rude.” She’s lying so badly, she wants to wince.
“Oh no, go ahead and finish, I can wait.”
-Stop texting me. And stop watching me. I’m going to finish my date, which is going super well. So kindly go jump off a building. Jerk.-
“Okay, I think I’m all done.”
Her phone buzzing make her eye twitch. She almost can’t help herself when she reads his message.
-Are you going to let him take you home, Uta? -
-Are you going to let him fuck you? -
-He’s not going to be able to take care of you sweetheart. -
-That’s NONE of your business.-
Her heart starts to beat a little faster, and she risks a glance at him. He’s not even pretending to not have his phone out, eyes glued to the little screen as he types.
-Leave with me. Ditch Mr. Snooze.-
-I’ll take care of you.-
-I’ll make you cum.-
-I can’t just leave-
-Tell him whatever you want.-
-You’re mine tonight-
-Come out front or I’ll come get you.-
-I won’t wait much longer to get my hands on you.-
-I’m going to be inside you and I don’t care who sees us.-
-Tick Tock-
Swallowing hard, Utahime watches Gojo pull a wad of money and toss it carelessly on the table.
He make direct eye contact, purposely tilting his glasses down his nose just enough to set smoldering, glowing blue eyes on her.
Heat coils through her body, desire pooling between her legs.
“I’m sorry, Shuji, I have to go. Something came up. I had a great time.”
Utahime grabs her coat and purse and leaves, smirking at the sight of the bimbo looking upset and left behind at the table.
She’s barely exited the restaurant when Gojo is pulling her into his arms, and he teleports them away.
“There’s my girl. I knew you wouldn’t have me waiting long.”