breaching away from summer

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/50493799.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationship: Gojo Satoru/Iori Utahime
Character: Gojo Satoru, Iori Utahime, Getou Suguru, Mei Mei (Jujutsu Kaisen), Ieiri
Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Gakuganji Yoshinobu
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Gojo Satoru is His Own
Warning, Iori Utahime is So Done, Teenage Drama, Eventual Smut,
Pining Gojo Satoru, Iori Utahime is Bad at Feelings, Shameless Smut,
Insomnia, Iori Utahime in Denial
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-10-02 Words: 1,838 Chapters: 1/?

breaching away from summer

by wooslunar

Summary

Disliking Satoru Gojo wasn’t a fleeting feeling, it attached itself to her like a summer tan.
One that lasts for months until the autumn breaches in between and settles into a coolness
that feels strikingly familiar, yet the tan lines are still struck against her skin under the
sweaters and tights. Utahime had subconsciously dedicated fifteen minutes of her day into
taking a longer route to school in order to avoid Gojo. When asked if this was intentional,
she’ll lie immediately because there's nothing more embarrassing than being scared of
someone three years your junior.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

Disliking Satoru Gojo wasn’t a fleeting feeling, it attached itself to her like a summer tan. One that
lasts for months until the autumn breaches in between and settles into a coolness that feels
strikingly familiar, yet the tan lines are still struck against her skin under the sweaters and tights.

Utahime had subconsciously dedicated fifteen minutes of her day into taking a longer route to
school in order to avoid Gojo. When asked if this was intentional, she’ll lie immediately because
there's nothing more embarrassing than being scared of someone three years your junior.

Utahime lies out of habit and it's almost scary how naturally it flows, her lies displaying a
component of confusion and honesty when there was never any to begin with. She can spew them
out within seconds, not having to meditate on the thought or even prepare a response because she
knows the beholder of the six eyes will be mentioned despite her opposition. It doesn’t sound like a
mantra, something that’s been forced out of her on the daily, it naturally slips out of her lips like a
true distinction and even Utahime begins to fall for it herself. She will forget that she abhors an
active deposition towards the boy because of her routine to avoid his presence but she’s suddenly
reminded of it every time he comes into contact with her. It isn’t Utahime that seeks him out, rather
it's Gojo that seeks her out.

He doesn’t greet her with a bow and a kiss to the hand like gentlemen do when they have the
intentions of courting someone, rather he pulls at her pigtails and pokes at her neck with sharp
twigs. Gojo grazes his cold hands against her arms and shakes her to a forsaken ballad. One he
hopes she’ll appreciate but Utahime doesn’t because she hates him. She hates how his voice is
coated in arrogance and how the vibrance in his eyes feel like they’re tantalizing everything that
makes her whole.

She hates how he towers over her and how his height forces her to look up to acknowledge him,
how small it makes her feel. Satoru Gojo isn’t untouchable, he’s just far away and Utahime intends
to keep him at that distance and not because she can’t handle him but because she doesn't want to.

Trudging down the boardwalk, she heaves out a pant before leaning against the wooden plank that
stands near the shore. It was hotter than it usually was this time around and she shrugs off her
jacket, letting it hang from her arm before she throws her hair back and behind her shoulders.

Her miko sticks to her like a second layer of skin despite the sleeves being droopy and the pants
being loose and somewhat flared on her legs. Everything else is form fitting, from the top down to
her waist and she allows herself to press her cold water bottle down to her collarbone in an attempt
to soothe the heat. Following the trails, she drew her arm back in exhaustion before settling down
at a bench and picnic table outside. She was still early and had promised Mei some calligraphy
lessons in exchange for some cash. Utahime would’ve done it for free regardless but Mei insisted
and the shrine maiden planned on eventually moving out soon so the extra money would’ve been
quite nice.

Pulling a notebook from her bag, she pocketed some of her best felt tip pens before placing them
onto the table. The wind taunts at her hair, blowing at her fringe and pulling back her layers and
Utahime almost considers pinning it back.

The heat burns at her despite the crisp leaves that have fallen down to where her shoes touch and
it’s a vibrance that she can’t escape because summer never truly leaves.

“Utahime!” Getou approaches her, interrupting her peace and she’s not sure what makes this
encounter strange whether it be that he was approaching her or that he was approaching her without
Gojo by his side. The first three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and she gets a glimpse at his
collarbones clenching in and out as he walks over to the picnic table. His brows are dark and
furrowed in a careless manner and Utahime feels herself hold in a breath knowing that if Getou was
nearby, Gojo wouldn’t be too far behind.

“What?” She groans and lets a hand shield her forehead because the sun is in her eyes and not that
she minds because she rather not look at him at all, but she doesn’t like the gleam that makes her
feel blind. His head is big like a dumpling, grasping for attention from anyone who’s there to give
it to him and the closer he gets, the farther the sun feels until she is completely buried in shade.

A cheery smile stretches onto the lines of his face and it’s so strange seeing a boy purely made of
muscle be full of expression but before she can question why he’s here for a second time, he
interrupts her with a pointed finger towards the opened window in one of the classrooms.

“My friend over there thinks you’re really cute!” He hollers and her eyes follow his finger and they
land onto a lanky figure of a boy perched against the window sill. Satoru Gojo stands in all his
glory, his sun glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and due to his tilted posture she was able to
see his sapphire eyes.

Even from afar, she can feel his orbs continuing their assault over her body in a way that makes her
uneasy. His expression is almost identical to Getou’s and she can’t tell if she’s being trolled or if
this is just some humiliating dream because they’re not supposed to be here. Class didn't start for
another hour and those two brats were always late, the earliest they’ve ever settled themselves into
a seat was on a half day.

Without even realizing it, Utahime feels her cheek sting and it takes her a moment to realize that
she had slapped herself. Why? She wasn’t sure. Normally, people slapped themselves to escape a
shit scenario that fell far from true, yet Getou was still standing in front of her and Gojo’s melon
head was still peering at her from thirty feet away floating like a ridiculous balloon.

“This cannot be real.” She mutters, her face flushing and perhaps it's because she slapped it but
Utahime knows it's out of humiliation.

“Don’t keep the man waiting, what do you feel for him?” Getou demanded, his arms flailing and
the heat from the sun laments over his body almost cruelly because Muscle man is now sweating
and it’s starting to reek into her nostrils. She’s met several people that she disliked, a lot of them
without a soul and diffusing into nothing because they were unable to find a sense of self within
themselves.

Yet, she hated Satoru Gojo with every immaterial essence in her and not for the reasons she listed
above. If anything, he happened to have to have found too much self within himself. He had about
seven different pairs of the same sunglasses shielding his eyes for every day of the week. Rather he
knew had too much to offer, therefore he riveted in anyone’s ability to one up in any form.

She can feel him against her, power seeping through his hands and his infinity linking into her
personal bubble clattering her into a tight space.

“To leave me alone!” She retorted, her eyes shifting over to Gojo who in return has turned his back
to the window sill and had pranced off to God knows where and Utahime couldn’t have given a
shit.

“How cruel!” Getou mocked, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone but it's masked when he notices
Mei heading towards them. A slight jolt of relief feels Utahime and she rushes over to her friend,
muttering curses in her ear. Mei laughs songfully before plopping her bag at the picnic table with
grace before settling herself into the seat across from hers.

“Now, what’s the issue right here?” Mei asks wistfully, almost like a parent to two bratty kids and
Utahime feels her face flush in embarrassment before nestling back into her seat.

Getou doesn’t wait for her to answer, quickly striding in with a comment, “Utahime is
disrespecting the strong!” He announces swiftly and she feels her nostrils flare and smoke puff out
her ears in reaction. Mei gives Getou a look of acknowledgement, her lips in a tight frown before
she returns to her friend.

“Utahime, what is he talking about?” She asks, giving her room to tell her part but before Utahime
can say anything she feels a pull at her hair and she shrieks at the feeling. In reaction, she quickly
fences up her arms to attack but the actions come off lackluster because she’s heavily caved in. A
flash of white hair fills her senses and that only makes Utahime shriek louder when she finds
herself intertwined between his arms almost in a headlock position. Getou cackles in delight, a
 finger jabbed at the sight and Mei serves him an annoyed look.

“Utahime,” Gojo breathes out, his voice is low and inviting and that makes her want to go deaf. “I
didn’t hear what you said back there,” She cringes but he doesn’t notice, his eyes settling on the
lobe of her ear down to her neck and the valley hidden by the top of her miko. “Care to tell me?”
She chokes out a wail and shoves at him, her fringe is sticking to her forehead and she’s irritated
with everything that rubs against her skin. His arms are still crossed around her neck and she feels
his tone chest heave against her back in a way that feels domestic and it makes her want to die right
here, right now.

“Leave me alone!” She demands and it comes out like a shrill, but she’s desperate and she just
wants him to leave her alone. Slipping out of his grasp, Utahime shoves her notebook and pens
back into her bag and stalks off into the building. She hears Mei scold the boys from a distance,
angry that they interrupted her calligraphy lesson before it can even start but Utahime is too
embarrassed to appreciate the gesture.

She rushes into the bathroom and pulls at the metal slinks of the sink before splashing her face
with cold water, hoping to rid of the red that sticks to her face like a sting of a slap which should be
gone by now. Combing at her bangs, she wipes at the tears that brim from her lower lash line not
giving them a chance to fall.

With a breath that gives her some time to exit her own bubble and back into the real world, she
allows her feet to lead her out the bathroom.

End Notes

spent the last two weeks OBSESSED with this ship and i just had to make a story out of it,
therefore this little chapter was born!

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