My songbird you are so loved, welcome back 🥺🥰

He noted his phrasing was less than ideal for a Utahime that was already keen on mauling him to death on sight.

“…I mean, it can’t be just the shoes.” Satoru tried again, his voice a bit quieter, and a tad less cold than it had been previously.

Does he care? Surely, it is just intrigue.

Satoru took his sweet time to catch up to her, his long legs worked in his favor. At some point they began to walk side by side, although the silence did not last long.

“What’s wrong with you today?” He mumbled as he carried her broken shoes by hooking his fingers onto the back.

Her silhouette became a little droplet in the distance, only then did Satoru sigh and run a hand down his face. Contemplating.

It’s not like he cared. Right? Her words didn’t do much to affect him.

He already knows he will die that way.

“Damn it.” With a resigned sigh, he began to walk.

That doesn’t match the reaction he got.

She surely wasn’t expecting any sort of sympathy from him, right? After all, Satoru never extended the kind towards her. Perhaps in a way, she is one of the few people that see the uglier parts of him.

The rain continues to fall, and Satoru waited for her to recompose herself in some way, yet it’s as if her unwillingness to cooperate overcame every rational thought.

Utahime wanted nothing to do with him, and nothing to do with Jujutsu High either. What a pain.

“So, you’re just gonna sit there?”

However, he couldn’t deny it was odd to see Utahime so… dejected. Usually, she is the one with a firey spirit that unleashes whenever he talks to her.

Now, that woman is nowhere to be seen, and he’s left with a droopy, sad puppy faced Utahime.

Maybe if he wasn’t disrupting his carefully built schedule, he wouldn’t be as annoyed, but given the circumstances his classes will most likely need to be shifted around to accommodate the tardiness.

The man sighed at the very thought.

He’s not the kind that likes to burden others with needless things.

Satoru looked up at the cloudy winter sky.

“What are your plans for the new years, hm? It’s around the corner.” He couldn’t help but ask. It’s rare for him to sit and chat with them like this.

He didn’t care all that much if he was being honest, however he decided to at least give her a head start so she doesn’t suffer too much. The snow *is* a few inches deep after all.

Satoru stood up, stretching his long limbs, and threw the trash away into the bin.

“You got experience don’t you?”

He knees down, eye level, and the loud pitter patter of the rain feels like a shield that blocks away the world.

Awaiting for some sort of explanation.

He stands tall above her while the rain dripped off his infinity. His face holds no expression, and with those eyes concealed, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking.

It’s as if he’s breaking down the expression shes making, analyzing it.

Satoru sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

With his six eyes, it was only natural that he’d be picked for it. It came more as an annoyance to him, because his time is being wasted in such frivolous matters.

If she wanted to cower and hide away, it wasn’t any of his business. However, he couldn’t deny it was very unlike Utahime to do so.

A grin spreads on his face at the thought of putting more sugar over the already sugary treats. Honestly, he sort of wanted to try to make them in the shape of his students to give it to them.

“Alright, you grab the mold, I forgot where it is.” He didn’t. Satoru moves to the sink to go clean up.

It’s not like he appreciated her, she had nothing to offer him. At least she was useful and reliable in times like these.

Yeah, there’s no reason to think about what she says at all, is the only conclusion Satoru comes to at the moment when they’re finished.

“We gonna decorate them right?!”

Utahime, like many others, is a constant in his turbulent life that has been there for a while. He can’t help but find familiarity in the way they still bicker and argue just like they were teenagers.

Unlike his relationship with Shoko, that became strained, for example.