Utahime's disgruntled "Tch!" echoed through the stalled elevator, her annoyance palpable. She didn't even glance in your direction, her displeasure at being stuck – especially with you – unmistakable.

Your history with Utahime dated back two years, to a mission at Jujutsu Tech. She often chided you for being a loudmouth, particularly when you playfully pestered her, disregarding their age difference. "Respect your seniors!!" she'd reprimand, yet you continued to tease her, drawn to the reactions you invariably provoked.

Weary from a successful mission, you'd been heading to Jujutsu Tech's main office when the elevator jolted to a halt. An apologetic announcement crackled through the speakers: "Our maintenance team is working on the elevator. Sorry for the inconvenience." Utahime let out an irritated sigh, leaning against the wall as the silence stretched.

Moments later, she broke the stillness, her tone nonchalant. "Do you have a cigarette?" The request was a thinly veiled attempt to alleviate her growing boredom and impatience.