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Another new day, Another great adventure. Gojo Satoru had swore the last time that he'd do anything other than go on another mission with miss. Prim and proper was going to be never, but here he is, walking along a deserted forest trail, his senpai in tow behind him.
At Least he didn't fall face first on her boobs like the last time. He couldn't sleep at nights after that because that memory kept haunting him in his dreams. (nightmares.)
The mission was more or less completed, they exorcised the curse, put down the veil, evacuated the civilians. After surrendering two little kids aged nine and eleven whose parents were killed by the curse to the police, Gojo and Utahime were making their way back to the car.
The mission that was assigned to them was located in an abandoned but beautiful mansion right in the middle of a small floating island, some miles away from the Tokyo mainland. The manor was built fifty years back by some rich architect for his wife, who died long back. The old man had been living there until his own death last year. Since then, numerous cases have been reported, consisting of uncertain deaths of family members who rented out the manor as a beach villa.
“We would have made it out early if you wouldn't have wasted so much time, Utahime.” He said, walking ahead of his senpai, stepping over a moist fallen log
“I wasn't wasting time. I was helping some kids who just lost their parents in a curse attack, you idiot.” She replied.
“Helping them do what? Stop crying ? Gosh Utahime, they should learn how to do that themselves.”
“Do you have any sympathy for people, Or does that huge ego of yours take up all the space in your wrenched heart?” She shot back at him.
“That's the problem with you, Utahime. You're too kind.”
“And you're too wicked. Try thinking for people beneath you, sometimes.”
“That's not my job.” He said, dodging an uneven rock on the ground, lest he would have fallen. “Looking out for the weak is tiring. They ought to learn to take care of themselves and not depend on us for everything , you know.”
Suguru would totally reprimand him for the way he spoke right now.
But he believes what he says, even though his senpai might think of him as insensitive, but he doesn't care. Why would he care about what Utahime thinks of him anyways?
“The strongest always look out for the weak, and I think that's enough. They shouldn't be needing us around to wipe away their tears.” Gojo continued. They were near the forest clearing, and they had to walk to the main road up ahead to meet up with their assistant manager, who'd take them back to Tokyo.
Gojo turned around, curious because Utahime hadn't said a single word during his monologue. She always had something to say before, why is she so quiet now?
There stood Utahime, rooted to the spot she last saw her at, rummaging through her bag. Was she trying to find something?
Smiling to himself, Gojo pocketed his hands, and walked over to her.
Utahime didn't realise this until his tall figure loomed down on her.
“What'chu got there, senpai?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
She looked up from her bag, and hid it behind her back. “Nothing.”
“Huh? Weren't you tryna find something?” He turned to see his senpai walking up ahead.
“I told you, it's nothing. Let's go, we'll be late then.”
She walked on in front, and Gojo shrugged, following her from behind.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“No.”
“Looking for bandages?”
“No.”
“You hungry? Looking for food?”
“No, Gojo.”
“Aha! You're crying! You're trying to find your napkin!”
“Would you ever shut up?”
“What? Don't all women always carry a napkin? The one with cologne on it?”
“Well, I don't .”
“Can you even be considered a woman then?”
“For god's sake, Gojo if you say one more wor-”
“I'm kidding, I'm kidding Utahime senpai. Learn to take a joke.” He laughed, and walked faster to meet his Senpai's pace.
“What happened though?”
She stopped abruptly, and heaved a huge breath .
“Hm? Somethin's wrong?” Gojo asked.
“Uhm… I am having cramps.” She said, turning her head around to not meet Gojo's piercing gaze.
“So…you did hurt yourself? You should have said so.”
“No- it's not that Gojo.” she sighed heavily.
“Then?”
“I'm just in pain, okay?” She looked up, and decided to walk on.
Gojo followed her. “Even if it's just pain, I suppose you might be able to sustain it, right? It's just cramps, I mean.”
Exactly. It's just cramps. Utahime has been through worse, and it's obvious she'll be able to bear one. I mean, it's just cramps right? The mission is over anyways. Just some cramps.
She stopped again, and finally looked at Gojo.
“I'm on my periods. I didn't bring any sanitary pads along.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no.
Gojo stopped and gawked at her like a hawk. She's on her…. that thing ?
That time of the month?
The part where you … you, well. Yeah.
“O-oh. I see.” Was all he said. And showing no signs of empathy or understanding, Gojo resumed walking.
Utahime didn't say anything either, so they were cool.
They weren't.
At Least Gojo wasn't.
Growing up as the prodigy child of the Gojo clan plus being the heir, did you think they'd ever teach this kid about periods?
He never had any siblings, he never saw his mother. He never interacted with any of his female cousins as they were from the branch family, and even if he did, they had a huge age difference. None of his cousins ever, ever talked about periods with him.
What should he do? She said she didn't bring …those ‘things’ women use. Would she need it right away? You can't hold it, can you?
Should he do something, or should he just let it be?
While his brain told him that it's best to leave her alone with her girl problems, his heart screamed at him to take action.
He ain't listening to his heart. That's where all your intrusive thoughts come from, and he doesn't want them to take over. The last time he did that, he ended up eating his grandma’s matte finish lipstick.
Even if he does, what would he do? What could he do? Nothing. Their mission was over, and they ought to return, with no delay expected. They were also in the middle of the woods, and the nearest town was miles away.
He ain't listening to his heart.
“Hey Utahime.” He stopped in his tracks.
“Yes?”
Staring at her from the depths of his dark sun shades, he said-
“Gotta pee. Be right back.” And he went straight into the dark trees, deviating from the uneven path they were following before.
He heard Utahime yell something at him, but he resolutely ignored her.
When he was far away, he took out his cell phone and dialled his best friend's number.
This is the last time he's ever listening to his heart. Never again will this ever happen. Only this once.
“Hey, Satoru.”
“I need help.” He said, jumping straight to the point.
“You need help? Out of all people, you need help? Is everything alright? Did the mission go-”
“No, the mission went fine. We've got a bigger problem.”
“What could have gone worse than the mission?” Geto's voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
“It's just tha-”
“Oh hold up a second -” geto interrupted him. “Hey! Shoko!! C’mere for a sec, will ya?”
“Why are you calling Shoko?”
“Dunno. But I have a feeling that whatever you're gonna say is interesting indeed.”
“This is not funny, Suguru.” Gojo felt his frown deepen. Why couldn't this guy be serious when the time needs him to be?
“Okay, okay I get it. Shoko, get out.”
“Suguru, I'm serious. I-Its Utahime. She's…”
“Senpai? What happened to her?” Geto asked.
“Well…she's bleeding.” Said Gojo, after a notable pause.
“Don't you have a medic kit? Is it that bad? You know that you're suppose to contact your assistant manager in cases like this, right?”
“Well…” gojo began, caressing the crease on his forehead.
“I-its a different kind of bleeding, can't be fixed with a medical kit.”
He heard his friend sigh form the other side.
“Get to the point, Satoru.” geto said.
“Well, look it's… the bleeding girls go through.”
“Girl go through wha-”
“Oh, you know, the red code? The one that happens every month? Code blood? I don't know if it has any other names”
“I'm afraid I don't know any of them, Satoru.” Geto replied.
All of a sudden, Gojo heard Shoko’s laugh from the other side.
“Gosh, you both are such dummies. He's talking about periods, you idiot.”
“Oh.”
Yeah, oh. Excalty.
The phone call suddenly turned super awkward, and silence hung in the air.
“Soo…What do I do?”
“I dunno. I'm not a girl.”
“Yeah, but you're better than me when it comes to girls.”
“What do I look like to you? A single father with teen daughters going through puberty? How the hell am I suppose to know?”
Gojo took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“Ah… wait. Oh, yeah. Girls need pads. Doesn't she have some with her? T-tampons, at least?” Geto said, his humourous voice lacking it's usual mischief.
“No, she said she forgot.”
“Really?” Geto asked.
“Yeah…”
“Mannn…”
He heard Shoko sigh in the background and say something to Geto.
“Uh, Shoko wants to tell you to get her some pads.”
“Me?! No, I can't do that!”
“Why not? Don't you have any sisters for whom you've done this before? Your family's pretty huge, I suppose.”
“The only females cousins I have are married with kids. I never had talks like this with family.”
“Make sense.”
“She can just wait until she gets home, right?”
Shoko scoffed in the background, saying-
“You'll need a ferry from there, and then a long drive back to Tokyo. It'll take you about at least 2 hours.”
“Can't she hold it until then?” Gojo asks.
“Hold it?Are you really just plain stupid, or are you just pretending to be one? If you're pretending, it's not funny, Gojo.”
“Why don't you tell me what to do then?”
“We can't help you, do it on your own.”
He heard some sort of a struggle on the other side of the phone, before shoko grunted his phone out of Geto’s reach and said-
“K, Yaga’s here. Got to go, bye gojo.”
And she hung up.
Great.
Now what?
Gojo scrolled through his contacts, looking for anyone who'd help.
The nearest town was a few miles away, so she could get herself some of her ‘things’ there. Should they tell the assistant manager to stop on the way?
But that'd turn things awkward for all of them. Especially Utahime.
That leaves them just one way.
So Gojo accepted his fate and dialled the number of his only hope.
When he came back, he found Utahime right at the spot that he left her a few minutes ago. She was slumped under a tree, her knees to her chest.
“How long does it take you to pee?” She asked him, clearly annoyed for the time he took.
“Had to make a phone call.” Gojo said, hands in his pocket, his signature glasses back on.
Utahime got up, and brushed the dust off her hakama. “It's getting dark, we should get moving.”
“Hey Utahime?”
“What now?”
Gojo scratched the back of his neck, trying to look at anything that wasn't Utahime.
“You better spit it out Gojo. We have to get back to Tokyo. Today.” She said, clearly not impressed by his unusual hesitation.
“About that…We are staying the night here.”
“What?” She asked calmly.
“I said we are staying the night here. The assistant manager he-”
Utahime folded her arms at her chest, frown deepening as every second passed by.
“He… he left us here. He called me a few minutes ago saying that he had some family emergency so…”
“Stop playing around Gojo. Let's get back.”
“I'm not kidding.” He replied.
“For real?”
“For real.”
Silence came first. Then full blown panic emerged a second later. Followed by wails of despair. Poor Utahime.
Gojo looked at his senpai, currently in the middle of a mild panic attack, walking from one place to get next in circles.
“How could he leave us! Is that even allowed! Never in my years at this school has this ever happened!! I thought he was reliable too!!” She clutched her hair desperately and walked on.
“We're gonna die. There's wild animals in these woods. And cursed spirits. And serial killers.”
“Serial killers? Seriously, Utahime?” Gojo docked his head to the side.
“Don't look at me like that! It's your fault! How long does it take you to piss? He left us because we were late!!”
Utahime panicked, Gojo watched. She murmured to herself, then talked to him, then yelled at him, and then cried to herself, and then stated that they were gonna die.
Here they were, two school kids, stranded in the middle of nowhere on a lone island.
Utahime found this hard to believe. Gojo found this hilarious.
“Utahime…” he tried intervening in her self-talk, but she ignored him.
“... We are two minors alone, in the middle of the woods, there are wild animals around, yes Gojo’s strong but there is no way he'd ever come to my aid…”
“Hey! I am always there to save you. What are you even talking about?”
“...we don't have a place to stay, no money, no food, just cell phones, but the ferry will shut down at 8 p.m, so no boat to go back…”
“Hey…Utahime, listen up.”
“...We could camp in the woods, but it's awfully cold and we have no matches. It might rain, I don't even have extra clothings, and my cramps are getting real bad. Oh yes, cramps. No pads or tampons, gosh I bleed alot on my first day. If I bleed alot on my first day, and if I have no food, I'll probably bleed out and die. I'm going to die for real this time.” She flopped down on a nearby trunk of a fallen tree and put her face in her hands.
Oh yeah, she was bleeding.
Gojo knew he was clueless when it came to women and their problems, but he wasn't this dumb. Nobody dies of periods.
Can they?
Maybe?
Would she die?
“You won't die, they have a town nearby. We could get some good lodgings. I have money too.” Gojo said, when she finally lost all hope.
“This late at night?! Through the woods? The nearest town is quite far, and we don't even have a car! I don't think we can even hail a taxi, we're in the middle of a forest and we're gonna-”
“We're not gonna die, Utahime. Listen to me.”
For a second there, Gojo pondered whether this was the best plan of action right at the moment of panic that struck the elder of the two. Utahime's honey brown eyes were half filled with tears, threatening to fall off.
“Look, I'll get us there. Would you stop crying now?”
“I'm not crying!”
“Sure you aren't.”
Utahime looked as if she'd strangle him any moment, (he would love to see her try.) so Gojo decided to move the plan forward before she could leap into action.
“Hold me.”
She looked at him dumbfounded.
“Don't look at me like that. I'm going to get us there, just hold my hand.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I said, I'll take us there. Or would you rather spend the night in the forest?”
Utahime quickly took his hand.
He grasped the small hand into his palm, hiding it almost completely. It was smaller, softer than he expected it to be. Or maybe his own hands were too big to begin with. His fingers encircled her plum hand, and he held it as delicately as possible. ‘Delicate’ wasn't a word he'd ever associate himself with.
“This is something entirely new I've been trying to work on, so I'm not quite sure whether it'll work properly. It's not complete yet, but time calls for it, so we'll give it a shot.”
“I'm still confused. What are you even trying to do?” His senpai asked.
“You'll know in a minute.”
He pulled her forward, jerking her body towards him as her forehead met his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he clicked his fingers into place. Both his palms faced each other, he slot his fingers together, each one of them clicking in place like puzzle pieces, completing the hand sign.
“Hold on tight.”
Utahime swears that she'll never, ever teleport with him ever again.
They landed on the side of some narrow alleyway devoid of whatever light that the setting sun would shower upon them. Utahime held onto the opposite wall, trying to balance herself on her feet, desperately hoping her knees wouldn't buckle. She felt the bile rising in her throat, which she tried to swallow back.
Gojo was on the other side, his back to the wall ahead. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, panting profusely.
“I can't believe I actually did that.” He said, talking to himself rather than her.
“I can't believe you did that either.” Utahime looked at him accusingly. “What the fu-”
“Oh, chill. I just teleported us here. Pretty handy, isn't it?” He said, putting his dark shades back onto his nose.
“Pretty handy? Pretty handy? Gojo, we went through a completely different dimension!!” She yelled.
“Oh that? Yeah, that's called the void . It is a different dimension. There's nothing there, but there's everything there. It's more like a barrier that separates one dimension from another. Loads of people have lost themselves there.”
“Lost themselves?” She stammered out.
“Oh yeah, loads of my ancestors. My great grand-uncle tried teleporting from his bathroom to the bedroom on his wedding night and got lost in the void. Never saw him since. Nor did his wife. But it doesn't matter, she was forced into the marriage anyway”
Utahime said not a single word, although Gojo continued.
“They all got lost there despite having the limitless,you can't see nothing there. You can't feel nothing. You need these two to navigate through the void.” he said, pointing to his eyes.
Those pools of ice gaped at her, tiny spots of shades of blue dancing on the watery rim. A splatter of different hues painted on a canvas, a beautiful imitation of the sea under the daylight.
The six eyes. She always wondered if the world he saw was different than hers. She wondered how void looked like to him, because for her it was nothing but a wide expanse of darkness, chasing the endless horizon, but at the same time, it felt surreal, small and closed off.
Utahime swallowed hard, and tried to clear her throat. “What would have happened if we had gotten lost?”
“Eh, depends on how quickly I find a way out. I once accidentally teleported there and got lost for four days straight. I was five. I've been forbidden to use the technique since.”
Gojo remembers the time when it happened, the whole clan was distraught. His father was fuming, his aunt was crying. They overreacted and ran loads of check ups on him. Oh, and the nice head chef made him some treats too.
“Why did you use it now?”
“Told you, time needed it. I was learning how to use it anyway.” He stretched his arm in front. “Teleportation requires an extensive use of the six eyes, and if I can't cover small distances within the appropriate time, then it means I'm doing it wrong. Our ride here took approximately three and a half minutes, while it should have taken only a fraction of a second.” he put his hands in his pocket, walking out of the alleyway.
“If someone stays in the void for more than five minutes, their particles disintegrate.”
Three and a half minutes? But it only felt like moments in ther- wait. Did he just say…disintegrate?
“Excuse me, disintegrate?”
“Yeah, disintegrate. Like… whoosh. ”
“This isn't funny, Gojo Satoru!”
Okay, time for phase three. He'd roam around the town with Utahime, and then stop in front of a medical store, and then go like ‘hey, gotta buy some meds for my migraines’ and walk into the shop. She'll go there too, buy herself what she needs and whoosh.
There ya go. No weird or awkward girl talk whatsoever. He wouldn't even have to mention it.
But in all honesty, he wasn't lying about the migraine part.
Extensive use of the six eyes results in bad headaches, migraines and a high chance of Gojo bumping into stuff. That's why he never used teleportation before or after a mission, which he hadn't mastered, until now. Nevertheless, the side effects are insane. He hasn't had such a bad headache before. Until he manages how to control and minimise the side effects of over using the six eyes, he ought to forbid himself from using this technique.
Just because it has been a success this time, it doesn't mean it would every time he uses it.
He'd been very lucky this time, that he teleported in and out of the void along with Utahime, without getting lost or losing an arm or limb or an organ of necessity or his body. Risky move, but worth it.
Ah, there you go. A store where you'd probably (and hopefully) get those ‘things' women use. And his meds, of course.
“Hey, Utahime I need to-”
Utahime was gone. She was not towards his right, nor left, nor has she walked forward ahead of him.
Shit.
He once again fished his phone out of his pocket and speed dialled her number, making this the third call of his day.
“Gojo?”
At least she's alive. He has no idea whether going through the void would affect Utahime as well, so hearing her voice again, when though it was through the phone, filled his chest with warm relief.
“Hello?” She spoke again.
“Where the hell are you? Why did you leave without telling me anything? When did you even leave?” Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Does the woman's problem hurt? Did you disintegrate?
“Gojo, I left you the moment we got out of the alleyway. I even told you, maybe you didn't listen.”
She did?
“But where are you? Don't go around alone like that! What if you-”
“Listen.” Her voice sounded calm through the phone.
“I'm here looking for an inn for us to stay. I'll be fine. I'm an adult, and I can take care of myself. The only person we ought to be worried about is you, Gojo. Don't do anything harsh.”
“But Yaga sensei would kill me if you get lost! Plus, I'm stronger-”
“Oh, I'll be pleased. And I'm the adult here, I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
He heard some ruffling from her side, and Gojo knew exactly what she was doing.
He narrowed his eyes, at a kid in front of him, which scared the poor child away.
“You are buying something, aren't you?”
“Okay, gotta go, stay safe Gojo! Bye~”
She hung up on him.
He can't believe she hung up on him.
Imagine hanging up on Gojo Satoru.
He heaved a huge breath and walked into the drug store.
He walked to the counter, which was managed by a woman who seemed like she was in her mid-40s.
“Can I get you something?” She beamed when she saw him.
“Uh, yeah. I need, those -”
Those thighs. Those things. What do you call them again? Oh, right.
The shopkeeper looked confused.
“You need those what?”
His ice blue eyes blinked hard. Should he say it?
“Hey, move it. There are people waiting.” A middle aged man behind him said.
Fair point, but if I wasn't for the fact that this man was a non- sorcerer, Gojo would have strapped his mouth with duct tape then and there.
He knew that people were waiting, listening to this very conversation. But he didn't know as to why he couldn't get words out. They were just sanitary pads.
Say it, he told himself.
“I- do you have, those-”
People are getting impatient, Satoru. Just say it.
Who cares about the people listening? Yeah, he's a fifteen year old in a shop filled with people asking for pads. Nothing wrong with that, right? Plus, Utahime needed it, and for the headache he always caused for her, this the least he could do to pay her back.
He cleared his throat once again.
“Do you seem to have ah…sanitary napkins?”
The woman on the counter widened her eyes in surprise. “oh, Pads? Yes we do. I'll get some for you.” She disappeared behind the counter.
He felt people eye him from behind, but he chose to ignore them. It's just pads.
“Excuse me?” A woman behind, holding the hand of a five year old, presumably her daughter asked-
“Are you getting some for your sister?”
“Huh? No, it's for a friend.”
“Your girlfriend, maybe?” The woman at the counter reappeared, carrying a small pick box which read ‘SOFY Hadaomoi®’.
“What, no! She's just my senior!”
Both the women giggled, which hit Gojo with another sense of insecurity.
“I see. Just a senior, is it?” The woman with her child asked.
“Yeah, she's a senpai. What's wrong with that?”
“There's nothing wrong with that.” The shopkeeper said. “It's just rare to see men coming to buy pads for their friends. You're a good person.” She placed the box in a plastic bag, and calculated his total.
“it surely is. I've been married for seven years, yet my husband is still awkward when it comes to periods. He almost never buys sanitary pads for me.” The women behind him stated.
“Well… it gets embarrassing for men.” Gojo replied.
The old shopkeeper laughed quietly. “You men get more embarrassed about periods than women do. Ironic, isn't it?”
Gojo thought it over. It was… true. Undeniably true. He and Geto seemed more awkward and embarrassed about periods than Shoko or Utahime was. Utahime didn't have any problems talking to him about her periods, so why did he?
“There are quite a few men who would go out and buy pads for their sisters and wives. I like to think that they have been raised right. Menstruation is a very normal thing, it happens to most women. Every girl grows up to go through it. It helps give women the most precious thing one could ask for: an offspring.” There was almost a nostalgic, emotional look in her eye as she ruffled her daughter's hair.
The kid eyed Gojo, round, brown, clear orbs looked at him straight at his own. It's a normal thing. Everyone goes through it. This kid would grow up to have it too.
Gojo found the rude man that was behind them missing, who probably left the moment the talk about periods had started.
There are loads of men who would normalise talking about periods, who wouldn't feel a bit ashamed to go but pads, who'd talk about menstruation as a normal thing. So why are the rest of them so biassed about it?
The woman on the counter handed him the bag. “Your total is ¥ 50.34.” She placed the box of sanitary napkins in the plastic bag.
“You are a sweet kid. Your senpai is lucky to have you. Anything else?”
Gojo smiled at the woman, shaking his head.
“Nope. That's about it.”
The final phase of his plan.
He walked down the long, narrow corridor of the hotel, trying to find her room. His footsteps reverberated around as he stepped onto the wooden flooring, his purchase in hand and his phone in another, looking for the text where she sent him his and her room number.
He shot a quick text to his teachers saying that they'd arrive the day later. His sensei would have preferred a call, but eh.
He'd done so much today. Called and had an awkward talk with Suguru, then called their assistant manager and urged him to leave without them. Then did a very risky teleportation technique which he hadn't learnt yet, and then bought sanitary napkins and got harassed by some old ladies at the shop. Okay, maybe they didn't harass him, they taught him a lesson instead. A very important one.
But he still considered it a bit of bullying when they were laughing at him at first.
His panging headache banged at the side of his head and forehead. He really craved for some much needed sleep, he was almost drained out of all his cursed energy. As he said before, he'd never listen to his heart again.
Finally, Gojo found him in front of Utahime's room. They had separate bedrooms, because…well why not? Utahime would rather pay for the whole stay than share a room with him.
He politely knocked on her door.
She opened it a little while later, as she looked out. Upon finding that it was just Gojo, she fully opened the door.
“Where were you? I was trying to call you, why didn't you pick up?” She asked.
“I was at this cool shop that sold loads of nice sweets. Want some?”
“Idiot.”
Only if she knew.
“Here.” He handed her the bag he was carrying. She took it.
“What's this?” Utahime asked as she looked inside. She stood still for a while, and then looked back at him.
Scratching the back of his nape, he answered -
“You said you were bleeding, so I bought some napkins.”
He looked onto the floor. Wow, this wooden flooring is so interesting.
“Gojo, you didn't have to, I-”
“No need to say it. If the cramps get bad, I'll get you some meds.”
He rubbed his shoe with the sole of the other one, waiting for her reply.
“Okay.” She said.
“Hmm… I'll be leaving then.” He put his hands in his pocket and proceeded to walk the other way.
“Hey wait!”
Gojo turned back around and stopped in his tracks. “What now?”
He saw as Utahime walked forward. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, and she was wearing a nightgown, different from the usual miko attire gojo usually saw. She handed him a sachet of pills.
“What is this?” He asked.
“Medicines. For migraines. I had this with me.”
He finally looked at her face. His senpai, almost a foot shorter than him, in a pink nightgown, dark hair framing her chubby cheeks, brown irises looking at him. Her hand carried the brown stack of pills, handing it to him.
“Take it.” She said. He recognised her tone, a bit soft, a bit stern. Carrying the sweetness of honey and the razor sharp edge of a blade. She spoke so normally. She didn't sound timid or ashamed. So why was he?
He took the medicine from her, holding it between his index and middle.
“How did you know that I have a headache?”
“Teleportation caused you to over use your six eyes, right? You get migraines when you do so.”
Yeah. It did. He'd been so concerned over the whole sanitary napkin thing, that he completely forgot to buy his meds.
“Thanks. So you do seem to listen when I complain about these things to Suguru.” He said smiling.
“Of course I do. I'm your senpai. It's my job to look after you.”
“That's sweet of you senpai. I didn't know that you liked me so much that you eavesdropped on our conversation and stalk me when I -”
Utahime hit him squarely on his biceps, forcing him to draw back his arm laughing.
“It's late. Go to bed. We'll set out first thing in the morning.”
“Relax senpai. I was kidding.” He said, the bright smile not leaving his face.
Utahime went back to her room, but before closing the door in him, she looked out, a rare, sweet smile etching her face that wasn't never reserved for Gojo and said-
“Thank you, Gojo. Good night.”
Utahime smoothed the bedsheets on her futon, ready to go to bed.
Today has indeed been an eventful day.
Never had she ever envisioned the one and only Gojo Satoru, going out of her way to buy her sanitary napkins.
She laughed quietly to herself.
Never had she ever thought a man could do that.
Never had she ever thought he'd do something as risky as teleporting when he hasn't grasped the concept of it clearly yet.
Never had she ever thought he'd come all the way to provide her with it if his earlier reluctance said anything.
Never had she ever thought he'd even be concerned for someone like her.
She was just a girl. He was so much more.
He was the only six eye bearer in a few hundred years, yes. He was the bearer of the limitless technique, yes. He was probably the strongest sorcerer seen in ages, yes. His birth that altered the world? Yes. But was he kind? Compassionate? Considerate of others' feelings and pain, worried over the sufferings of the weak?
Utahime from a day prior would have disagreed. But The Utahime she is now knows that even Gojo, the prodigy brat of his clan, cares about people around him in his own way.
He might not show it, he might disagree, he might get on her nerves, but regardless, even Gojo Satoru has a heart to which he would listen to.
What more could you ask from God in a man? But hell to that, what is she even thinking? She sounds as if she fancies him.
No way, he's way younger than she is.
But he's kind.
Utahime went over to the nearby table, where she kept her belongings.
There were two plastic bags on the table, one of them bought by Utahime herself and the other one…
She smiled to herself. The first thing she did after parting ways with Gojo this evening was to go and get herself some sanitary napkins. Who would have thought that he'd been planning on getting her some all along?
The plastic bag that Gojo bought stood on the table, yet to be touched. She opened the bag, finding a box of pads in it. She took it out, keeping it safe for future use. When she realised that the bag still had some weight in it, she checked it again.
Had he bought two packs?
She struck her hand in and retrieved a bar of chocolate. So he wasn't lying about the sweets, huh?
Utahime felt an unfamiliar, big smile grace her lips. How did he know that she craved sweets while on her menstruation?
She always told him that she hated sweets, Utahime does not remember telling anyone about how she gets a soft spot for them during her periods.
Never had she ever thought he'd get her sweets.
Never had she ever thought that she'd smile so much over a chocolate.