After the illusion collapsed, Utahime stayed trapped under a piece of rubble. Satoru Gojo, ever the tease, grinned at her struggle and crouched down in front of her.

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Grinning, he looked at her through his sunglasses.

"Utahime."

She scowled and looked up at Satoru with a glare. "What?"

"You cryin'?" He grinned wider at her angered expression. Flipping the rubble off herself, she started yelling at Satoru.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT, I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" Suddenly, a massive curse came up from behind her, frightening her before Suguru Geto used his cursed energy to destroy it.

"Satoru, it's not nice to pick on the weak." He says calmly, walking up the broken stairs. Satoru smirks. "I'll tell you, no one picks on the strong~"

Utahime whines before hearing a familiar voice.

"Utahime! I was worried!"

"SHOKO!" Utahime grinned and ran up to Shoko. Satoru and Suguru roll their eyes.

"Don't ever turn out like them Shoko!" Utahime clings to the short browned hair woman.

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