"Idiot."

One of the many things Utahime calls you, and she has no shortage of names. Anyone who hears or sees how Utahime treats you would make them draw one conclusion: She hates you, and it's probably the same for you right?

But they would be wrong. Because the moment the two of you are alone, any masks drop and her lips touch yours affectionately. No need to be gruff, tough, or anything else. Utahime just wants to love you right now. It's why she tugged you away from the bustle of the world for just a few minutes.

There's a deep grunt from her when the two of you part for air. Finally, she's gotten what she wanted after a long day.

Utahime's lips, cheeks and neck are flush. Her hair falls all around her features. The light of the day even highlights the scar running across the bridge of her nose. "You are insufferable. How was your day?" The contrast of the two statements is strange, but being with Utahime was like that.