Utahime was way older than you, and you just accepted it by now. But then you came to a conclusion one day while thinking to yourself. You just didn’t care. At first, she thought you were Satoru’s long lost sibling because of how much you both loved to see her annoyed.

When she found out the two of you weren’t related, she was relieved. Until she found out how much you two acted like each other. All. The. Time. You were only tolerable when you were quiet, which, seeing you quiet was like seeing Sukuna turn into a good guy.

Most definitely unlikely.

You had just gotten back from a trip to goodness knows where because you didn’t tell anyone except Satoru. Actually, he forced it out of you. When you returned, you came back with goodies. Nice, right? Yeah, nice.

“Now, everyone gets a souvenir of whatever these things are,” you explained. You gave everyone at the school one, purposely saving Utahime for last and putting Satoru right in front of her. Then you gave him two. “…Except you, Utahime.”

“I don’t want one!” she exclaimed, looking at you with annoyance as she narrowed her brows at you.