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[incantiori]

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 + 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍a 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁   ( 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 )   𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡.   𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 + 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲   𝟮𝟭+   𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 * 𝘀𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿 — #𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢

( ━━━━ handbook. universes. journal. r18.

[incantiori]

ok now i KO. i will be lurking in the meantime <3

[brazenlystrong]

★ On the surface of silken undulations, cimped lines convene in luxuriant trails around the entwined pair, preserving the shared warmth of bodies. The hum of the radio about a science-related movie could pique Satoru’s interest, however he is more invested in the way his and Utahime’s limbs are tangled in a romantic embrace.

A mild shift until the subtle sheen of his bare torso comes into view, toned ridges and contours arising from beneath the covers. His hand finds hers, gently enveloping it in its larger hold. His opposite arm is loosely draped around her from below, admiring the lissome arch of her hip. With a light tilt of the head, Satoru leans down to place a chaste kiss to the cute little fringe that’s been tickling his temple.

“ Five more minutes— ” The universal phrase for ‘not yet’.

“ I need to shower you with kisses first before I get to leave. ” Like it’s a must, Satoru carefully nuzzles his cheek onto the top of her head. She feels incredibly soft and sweet against him, and he’s just a little too stubborn to get up at the moment.

[incantiori]

the warmth that blooms within her always starts at the heart. it blossoms through the chest and lungs, tinging fair skin pink and making nerves buzz under the surface. it is a phenomenon that occurs every time she happens to be in close proximity to him. once, this was associated with a bristling rage that has since evolved into an infectious haze.

love is strange for her. nothing like she had once imagined based on books smuggled from second hand shops to be read under a blanket with a flashlight. yet still unlike the films she would sit in the back corners of at the local cinema during her days at the academy. if you asked her to describe what love is, utahime would likely still struggle to articulate it to the full extent she feels it.

maybe, she thinks at times, loving him-- being in love with him is too unique. too unheard of to be so easily described in broad terms. it is the kind of bite that is venomous. his words traveling through her ears and permanently embedding in her brain till she swears she can hear him even when they happen to be apart. his smile alone a shock to the senses with how dazzling it is. akin to someone snapping a photo of you with flash. several blinks echoing with the brightness long after it is taken. and his touch. so perfect of a sensation you fail to forget and it becomes a core memory up there with the best of them. a first kiss. a last goodbye.

satoru happens to be central to her senses and it is not a new development either. he has been there. from the moment they met. since the first time he evoked a visceral reaction from her poised persona. his seed had been planted long before she could notice or thing to unroot it. but this no longer unnerves her. she welcomes it. waters it daily and nurtures it nightly.

" oh? do you now? you have the most sporadic schedule. just when i think i've nailed it too. "

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[incantiori]

" you look wonderful. " she says, scissors placed down and fingers rustling through the young girl's strands to fluff it. utahime considers herself an expert in self care and maintenance. not only does it keep her busy and provide a sense of normalcy, it also helps her feel better on the inside. trvial things like that matter to her.

she smiles softly, tucking the front pieces behind kugisaki's ears, " you know, i always wanted a daughter to do these things with. " confession uttered with the most simple honesty. perhaps it is a bit over the top. bordering inappropriate, but it feels safe to say. she laughs softly, embarrassment catching up with her. head shakes lightly as she stands, " what do you think? too short? "

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[ can be in terms of appearance, personality, or both! ]

[incantiori]

if her life wasn't as it was now, iori thinks she'd have pursued baseball. sure, women's leagues weren't of any notoriety but she always had a passion for the sport. pitching, catching, batting. she enjoyed it all. but alas, the stars did not align for such a career path. still, teaching was a secondary passion. she loves kids and the sentiment is mutual anyway. the goodwill event was substitute enough for her to utilize her competitive nature and love for the game.

she smiles brightly as she adjusts miwa's cap, patting the young girl on the shoulders and sending her off with the rest. next, utahime checks her watch. with 15 minutes to start, she decides to greet the other team. her hands rest behind her back, as she approaches her colleague, " wonderful day to break a sweat and some team spirit, hm? "

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[brazenlystrong]

@incantiori 💙'd for a small starter!

Arms drape around her from behind, hands in a cross clasping at each of her sides, guiding her backward against his front frame. His chin drops atop her head, lightly nudging her in a little back-and-forth motion.

“ When can I have you all to myself? Y’know, I can just whisk you away right now~ ”

[incantiori]

hands rest over his where they meet, body going rigid just for a moment before mind catches up because there truly was only one person who would ever confidently embrace her this way. and only one she'd accept it from with no refusal either. head tilts up, hair dragging along his chin and making her bangs curtain over eyes, " you promised you'd keep it in your pants until the festival was over. " she is not particularly vexed either. being craved by satoru was never a moment felt wasted. still, utahime enjoys their public outings. it makes her feel so much more like a real person with a real life and a real partner. she inches up higher, pressing a kiss to the under his jaw, " now, do you want a strawberry? "

[incantiori]

the grimace is one she can't hide. iori is protective of the students. if she could take every hit and ounce of strife to ensure their safety, she would. as principal now, her coddling instincts are to be put to rest. the next generation of sorcerers will need to adapt and evolve. curses are only getting stronger and they require the strongest to combat such a spread. still, it is unnerving to witness.

the sounds of grunts and impact of fists are audible even several feet away from where she stands on the bleachers. finally, she claps once to command the attention of the gymnasium. she looks off to the side, face scrunching up in distaste, " take 10 minutes to rehydrate, everyone. " her eyes focus them on the other man, " don't you think this is a bit excessive? "

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[incantiori]

it is not every day they get girl time. bar hopping is almost always a group ordeal. nearly everyone in this profession fails to go a weekend without a drink or four. it has basically become routine except today, iori is lucky enough to snag a rare solo outing and she could not be happier.

hand tugs at shoko's warm wrist, lips prattling on about flavored sake and sunday morning pedicures. utahime likes to fill their silence. whether that is because ieiri is a phenomenal listener or she simply does a sound job of tuning utahime out is up in the air. " you'll sleep over, won't you? the trains back to tokyo only run so late and we can make a morning of it! "

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[incantiori]

" i haven't seen you since we were children. " she does not typically approach people she knows. it almost always becomes a touchy feat. while it should not bother her to be seen as a waste in good and bad light, it does. shame and self perception are characteristics that she fails to rid herself of even at her most free.

still, a market is neutral territory. easy to blend into and harder to successfully cause a scene in. the basket in her hold contains fruits and a homemade jam. she sways it slightly to busy her hands, " forgive me if i am being presumptuous, but you do remember me, don't you? "

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[incantiori]

do u ever argue on tiktok over ship wars and midway through it realize you’re trying to explain nuance to minors and its not worth it?

[incantiori]

wisdom tooth killing me but still i rise. see you all tmrw <3

[incantiori]

she misses mei. they haven't spoken since the older woman departed from the society and mei is exactly the kind of sorcerer who would know how to handle this. or better yet . . . even gojo. as much as iori despises the underclassmen, the strongest is more equipped to handle the strong. the pressure of monitoring to mentoring is a new and unfamiliar task for the freshly appointed sensei. her hands rest behind her back in a display of harmlessness. her smile is wobbly and unsure but does not falter even in the face of the unknown, " welcome. we are so honored to have you on the kyoto campus. "

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[incantiori]

nose crinkles, a sharp hand aggressively swatting away remnants of smoke from the air like an agitated cat. she doesn't necessarily want to be here by any means but utahime is nothing if not accommodating. especially in regards to her career. she's the darling of her group. prim, propper, poised. she comes from a traditional household and is a self taught singer and dancer. ( which is what works well with her particular marketing. ) wallflowers love her. soft spoken girls mimicking her hair style while introverted boys project the narrative she's the type to marry for love and retire when it reaches her.

all things utahime despises to high heavens but as the breadwinner of the iori family, some things can be tolerated. even that of a PR relationship. and twilight? he's perfect for her. he fits her brand to the t. to the public, they'd be a fairytail couple. only issue being, he's very different. more different than even she presents herself to be. lips curl downwards, head canting to the side as she watches him smoke down another stick, " did they not tell you i was coming? "

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[limitshatter]

@incantiori liked for a starter. ( from gojo. )

❝ so, utahime . . . regarding that matter . . . ❞ the notion of one of the students being the traitor is not one he intends to verbalize again -- they are both aware of the situation. as such, he knows he can request details without being explicit.

❝ . . . have you found anything? ❞

[incantiori]

even the sound of his voice grates her nerves. the cadence makes her skin feel prickly and inflamed. gojo satoru was a living, breathing allergy. " don't you know it's unprofessional to call someone on their day off? " technically speaking anyway. her pedicurist averts their eyes and utahime clears her throat, looking off to the side with phone pressed tightly to her ear, " and the answer is no. didn't i already tell you i'd let you know as soon as i did? "

[incantiori]

teeth nip the helix of his ear. she doesn't like when he's quiet for too long a time. while she could never read his mind or anticipate his next move, iori found solace in knowing his routine. and how wonderful is it to know someone's routine? to be able to know exactly when to get a meal ready in accordance to their waking up. to know just what program they put on the television before sun shifts into moon. to look at the clock at realize when they've technically overslept.

breakfast cools on the table, the radio plays advertisements on an upcoming science fiction film, and he has yet to emerge from the blankets. her form drapes over him, bangs tickling his temple and her fingernails lightly rake down the length of a bicep. utahime coos his name in a way she would not admit to doing outside the confines of her very bedroom, " you'll be late for your outing with the kids, you know? "

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