After the chaos of the Kyoto Goodwill Event, where Tokyo and Kyoto sorcerers had initially clashed only to join forces against unexpected curses, Gojo and Utahime found a rare moment of peace. Following the long night, they’d met up to unwind and exchange their impressions about the battles. Amid Gojo’s teasing and Utahime’s guarded reactions, a deeper connection emerged, leading them to Gojo’s quarters for some private time.

The next morning, as dawn cast soft light across the room, Gojo was already wide awake, his usual playfulness softened as he lay beside Utahime. His tone, usually so teasing, took on a warmth that was rare, especially around her. He leaned close, a gentle smile on his face, playfully ruffling her hair.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her face. “You know, I’m not usually one to share my bed, so I hope you feel special.” He chuckled, leaning back but keeping his gaze on her. “Maybe I should say thanks, too. Fighting curses may be fun, but this,” he gestured between them, “might actually be my new favorite kind of teamwork.”