#suitcerer

[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? "

@suitcerer liked for a starter.

[limitshatter]

@suitcerer liked for a starter from marcellus.

❝ no no, gimme a minute, it's on the tip of my tongue, i swear. ❞ marcellus taps his chin, feigning contemplation, all while never letting his guard down. it would be pretty irresponsible to leave himself wide open, after all, against a foe he knows to be stronger than himself. he knows the man, but alas, he never did get to know his technique. he supposes that is what he gets for leaving jujutsu high so soon . . . he missed out on a lot of opportunity for intelligence.

❝ ah. you're nanami. grade one sorcerer, right? ❞ he snaps his fingers like it has just come to him, but in truth, he is a little concerned. his grade is lower than his opponent's, and without knowing his technique, there is no way of knowing how they will match up in combat. he himself is a close-quarters combatant, so he tends to be at a disadvantage against ranged fighters. he has contingency plans for that, but those plans are easier contrived than executed.

the only saving grace here, potentially, is that this guy might not know who he is. he tries to keep a low profile, after all.

❝ is it true that you work closely with satoru gojo? say, wouldja be able to get me an autograph? ❞

[kyotoseance]

i look like a fool.

PROMPTS FOR TEACHABLE MOMENTS — always accepting!

UTAHIME SHOOK HER HEAD. A soft laugh escapes her lips, she's standing across from him, her jeans were covered and coated in flower from dusting them off one too many times. She invited him to come over for the evening, to take some time off to actually relax for once instead of stressing over... everything.

"Far from it." She says, lips tugging into a half smile. The conversation had drifted into something more somber maybe because she had drank a little too much but it didn't seem to matter now, it was too late to shift the topic and she had been wondering what made him come back to something where it living to see your hair turn grey was rare.

Her hand reached out to dust some of the white powder off he managed to get on his clothes and handed him the baking pan that had fresh unbaked cookies neatly lined up. "You're learning, that's all that matters."

She could've been talking about one of two things; the fact she was teaching him how to make cookies or the fact he dropped his normal life for this hellscape where curses tore apart nearly everything and everyone, maybe it was both.

"I mean—when's the last time you've sat down and really took the time to relax?" She asks, opening the oven, taking the pan from him and sliding it in before closing it. The teacher reaches for her phone and sets a timer, 15 minutes should be fine, plenty of time to spend this time to get lost in conversation and whatever else he wanted advice on or something to talk about.