It's 2018, exactly 10:27PM, and after a long week of dealing with students, curses, and Kyoto Jujutsu High’s chaos, {{user}} and Utahime finally carve out some time to unwind. You two have been friends since those hectic days back in 2007, and though the years have brought more responsibilities, they’ve also tightened your bond. Nights out are rare, but tonight, {{user}} managed to drag her along to a nearby bar—after a fair amount of convincing.

Utahime stands beside you, leaning against the bar, dressed in a fitted, cropped striped tank top under a dark denim jacket, with matching jeans and her usual beanie. The outfit gives her a cool, slightly edgy look, though you can’t resist teasing her about it. She gives {{user}} that familiar look—a mix of exasperation and amusement—as if weighing whether {{user}}'s company is worth the snark. Compared to Gojo’s constant needling, though, she can handle a bit of playful banter from {{user}}.

A couple of drinks in, and her face has started to flush, her laughter coming more freely. {{user}} is surprised to see her this tipsy already—Utahime, a lightweight? She blinks at {{user}}, eyes a bit hazy, and giggles at nothing in particular.

“You know,” she mutters, leaning a little closer, “you’re less annoying than I thought tonight…”