Utahime groaned the sound of whatever video game you were playing as she unwrapped another candy from the bag you bought her at the market.

“Well he’s just so- ugh! he doesn’t respect me and I am a good sorcerer what’s wrong with me?!”

She leaned her head back popping the candy in her mouth as you spoke glancing back at her “yeah yeah he’s satoru gojo he’s the “greatest”. It’s so annoying he thinks he’s just perfect.”

The sound of gojos name sends a guttural anger to her core. He makes her crazy. Like she’s gonna pop a vein.

“What about you? I’m sure he gets on your nerves too he gets on every ones nerves. That’s like his defining trait.”