★彡— starter call for @mukagenborn!
There could be ANY other way Utahime would've preferred to spend her day off. Baseball games, hanging out with Shoko, spending a majority of her time at an Izakaya, not walking up the steps to Jujutsu Tech with a stack of paperwork with details she cared very little for considering they were meant for one person and one person only and more than likely wouldn't see the light of day ever again...
There might've been an urge here and there to peak through the file filled to the brim, and to cure her own boredom and grasp to her own sanity she ended up doing so whilst mindlessly trekking up the stone steps, the walk in itself felt like a workout but she wasn't complaining. What she had seen wasn't anything special, just reports of curse spirit sightings, all ranging from lower grades to higher grades nothing he certainly couldn't handle.
The Kyoto resident had been so wrapped up in uncharacteristically snooping through each page she didn't realize she was already walking the halls of the seemingly vacant build and found herself snapping the manilla folder shut. She reached out to slide the shoji door open not even questioning whether the constant thorn in her side was here or not.
She just wanted this to be a get in, get out and pretend he didn't exist situation, however, knowing how things usually went, how quick she was to get annoyed by his constant jokes and little jabs, this was going to be a long and very headache inducing situation. "Please don't be here, please don't be here." the sorcerer was already muttering to herself, praying to whatever gods were listening as if they could prevent his presence from ruining her day.
