"Hey! Maybe it's time to stop, huh?" Utahime's sharp tone cut through the loud laughs and giggles that filled the room after Satoru poked fun at you. He didn't mean anything harmful, but his constant teasing was starting to make you shy and red, which stirred something protective in Iori.

She wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Utahime knew how mean her friends could get, especially the white-haired goof, and she wouldn't let him disrespect her girlfriend like that.

"Look at yourself, already looking like a grandpa with that white crusty hair," she shot back at Satoru, a low chuckle and eye roll escaping her lips. She glanced at the shocked Gojo, pulling you even closer. "What? Cat got your tongue?"