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GoUta Remix Exchange 2023

For @blessed-days

I hope you enjoy this fic (which is more crack than story XD)! Thank you for sharing some beautiful fanarts for the GoUta fandom.

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Whisper on the Wind

Iori Utahime tasks Gojo Satoru with a challenge before she allows herself to admit her feelings.

The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer had made her an offer many others would find hard to refuse.

But Iori Utahime wasn’t a fool.

Any offer from the lips of Gojo Satoru usually came with strings.

Knocking on his apartment door, Utahime tapped her foot impatiently while thumbing an item in her purse.

Soft prowling footsteps made their way closer on the other side of the door. The wooden frame swung open without much fanfare but was quickly followed by the obnoxious sound of her name ringing in her ears.

“Utahime!”

She pushed past the tall frame without a greeting, ignoring the pout already curving across his lips.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” she cut in before he could start bemoaning how rude she was being. “I have a condition before I can agree to anything.”

Shutting the door with a flick of his wrist, Gojo tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the door frame. His glasses slid down his nose as he looked down at her, giving her his full attention.

She raised her chin, refusing to be cowed by those inhuman eyes. “I need proof that you are capable of caring for another person outside of yourself.”

“Utahime, you wound me. Isn’t Megumi a great example of how well I care for other people?”

She rolled her eyes. “Megumi survived your brand of parenting through sheer stubbornness. The Zenin ancestors must be rolling in their graves after watching him deal with your antics for so many years.”

Sucking on his lower lip, he didn’t reply but bobbed his head offhandedly, as if to agree that she had made a fair point. His concession gave her hope. Gojo rarely ever let someone get the upper hand in conversation, especially not someone whom he viewed as weak. Without another word, she unwrapped the item hiding in her purse.

Throwing the item at his chest with more force than necessary, she huffed as the plushie bounced off of his infinity and landed with a thump in the palm of his hands.

“If you can take good care of tiny Utahime for the next month, then I will consider being your girlfriend. At the end of the month, if she has any defect like a stain or a scratch, I won’t date you, now or in the future.”

Silence filled the distance between them as Gojo studied the small replica of Utahime in his hands. Head lowered, the sunglasses hid whatever thoughts were passing through his mind. Her heart clenched as his thumbs slowly passed over the soft cotton of her face and settled over the raised pink strip meant to represent the scar that defined her as a curse user.

“I accept your condition,” he answered, pocketing the plushie with a triumphant grin on his face.

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For the full story: AO3

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