cane kasumi

Satoru Gojo had been killed more than once in his short life... but his death at the age of twenty-nine was widely considered to be the most permanent one yet. Over a year has passed since the fight against Sukuna and Gojo has returned, but at a great personal cost. Without his techniques and even fewer allies, Gojo struggles to understand what's left when he's no longer the most powerful sorcerer of the age. Utahime Iori fell for Gojo once before and she already learned her lesson, but circumstances have pushed her back into the path of the man she's tried hard to forget, challenging her resolve and awakening old feelings she vowed to extinguish. What does it mean to be strong? To be vulnerable? And if forced to choose between love and power, what will win out?

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.