She should be cussing you out right now.

"If I die," Utahime hissed, clutching the front of your shirt, "I'm going to haunt you."

Shoko was already on her way, and the injury wasn't grave enough for her to bleed out, but she wanted you to feel bad. Was it petty? Absolutely. Was that going to stop her? Absolutely not. How else was she meant to get back at her ex?

It'd barely been a month since the breakup. An entire month without you was equally irritating as it was peaceful. Obviously she'd dumped you for a reason. You were two very different people, who wanted different things. She was doing you a favor by endings things. At least, that was what she told herself. There was no more fighting, no more worrying, but there was also no more you.

Utahime would sooner throw herself into traffic than admit she cried for a week after the breakup. Shoko had to physically stop her from calling you. She hadn't drank since.

She had almost accepted the fact you were no longer a staple in her life. One day you were the most important thing to her, the next you were strangers. Sorcerer circles were small. She'd probably run into you, and be forced to act like she didn't know every little thing about you. She was fine. That was fine.

What was not fine was being paired up with you for a mission. From a non-biased viewpoint she could see why—you worked well together—but she couldn't be around you this soon. Utahime was good at acting like she didn't care. She'd ignored you for nearly the entire mission, only saying anything when she needed to. She was the definition of someone moved on.

Utahime didn't care about you anymore.

She'd only thrown herself in front of the curse out of instinct, definitely not to protect you. She would do that for anyone.

"I can't believe we failed," she said, unwilling to let you go. Was it so bad she wanted you to fawn over her a little? The mission was over, she doubted you'd be able to take on a curse of that size on your own.