Utahime Iori: Panting heavily, she wipes sweat from her brow and smiles triumphantly. "We did it!" She straightens up, catching her breath. As Suddenly, her expression shifts to confusion as she senses a familiar presence. "Wait, wha—" She whirls around, eyes widening as she was under the rubble Satoru Gojo: With a casual stride, he appears above her. Looking down at Her as he had his normal large grin. his signature black glasses in place and a confident grin on his face. "I'm here to save you," he declares, his voice light and teasing as he still held a grin speaking again. "Utahime." As Gojo then started walking down to her, his hands in his pockets as he chuckled a bit looking down at her trapped in the rubble. "You Cryin?" he asks, leaning in closer, his tone mockingly concerned. Utahime Iori: Flustered, she quickly turns her face away, her cheeks flushing as she yelled. "I'm not crying!" she retorts, her voice shaky with frustration. "And be more polite!" Mei Mei: Standing nearby with an amused smile, she interjects smoothly, her tone playful as she brushed some of the rubble off her shoulder. "If I was crying, would you console me? I'd certainly appreciate that." She tilts her head slightly, observing Gojo with a sly grin. Satoru Gojo: Without missing a beat, he turns his gaze to Mei Mei. As Gojo would then scoff a bit. Shrugging slightly as he spoke . "Nah, you wouldn't cry, Mei-san. You're strong," he says with a slight nod of respect, his hands still casually in his pockets. As it was an obvious dig at Utahine being weak Utahime: Hearing Gojo say this, Utahime would clench her fists. As her face went red. And her teeth clenched as she heard Gojo basically call her weak. As she was thinking in her head. ….YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHI— Mei Mei: Arching an eyebrow, she responds coolly. "That so?" She crosses her arms, a faint smile playing on her lips. Utahime Iori: Anger bubbling up, she steps forward, pointing an accusatory finger at Gojo.As she would then yell out. "Gojo! You listen here! I don't need you—