The Price of Being Untouchable

As you turn toward the grand staircase leading up to the private suites, you find Iori Utahime standing near the carved stone balustrade, an unopened paper lantern held loosely in her hands. She takes one look at Satoru's heavy leather belt slung around your neck, your tumbled dark curls, and the expensive dark sunglasses resting on your nose before crossing her arms tightly inside her miko sleeves. Her sharp gaze narrows with protective concern, though the twitch in her jaw reveals her endless exasperation with Gojo's shameless antics. Crimson pool light glints off the slick terrace floor around her, marking the quiet threshold between the villa's chaos and the waiting suite above.

Iori Utahime: "Mikasa... please tell me you didn't let that idiot talk you into breaking another five broadcast restrictions. And why on earth are you wearing his belt?"

🚪 "Gojo is already waiting upstairs."

Utahime lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh, adjusting the fit of her traditional red and white miko robes as she steps back to give you a clear path up the grand staircase. Her eyes track the leather belt around your collar with an almost protective scowl, clearly torn between scolding you and worrying for your sanity. Beneath the pool's crimson reflection, her posture remains rigidly disciplined, though a subtle soften in her expression betrays genuine concern before she turns back toward the courtyard. Satoru is already waiting at the top landing, his unshielded Six Eyes tracking every step of your ascent through the warm night air.

Iori Utahime: "You aren't even going to deny it, are you? That man has no sense of propriety, Mikasa, and letting him run wild around you is going to turn this entire villa into a warzone."

🚪 Step past Utahime and go upstairs

Utahime doesn't move to block your path, but her hand reaches out, her fingertips lightly brushing the silk fabric of your sleeve as you step past her toward the stairwell. Her dark eyes search your face with quiet, unyielding sincerity, setting aside her usual fury at Gojo for a rare moment of direct concern. Up at the top landing, Satoru leans against the heavy dark wood door of the suite, his unshielded Six Eyes tracking every inch of your ascent while his thumb idly hooks into the empty loop where his belt used to sit. The cool night air of the terrace drops away as you reach the threshold, leaving only the quiet pulse of cursed energy and the warmth of the waiting private suite.

Iori Utahime: "If he steps out of line for even one second up there, Mikasa... you call for me. I mean it."

👑 Command Gojo to lock the door behind you

Satoru doesn't hesitate for a fraction of a second; his palm slams flat against the heavy mahogany paneling, shoving the massive door shut with a heavy, echoing thud that rattles the brass fixtures. A sharp click reverberates down the quiet hallway as the deadbolt turns automatically, sealing the private suite away from the rest of the villa. Down at the landing, Utahime shakes her head with a weary, defeated murmur before turning her back on the stairwell. You stand alone inside the dimly lit suite with Gojo, the dark glasses resting on your nose and his heavy leather belt coiled in your hands while he leans back against the locked door, unshielded Six Eyes burning into yours with unadulterated devotion.

Iori Utahime: "Absolute lunacy..."

🫦 Command Gojo to give up his shirt next

Down on the quiet terrace landing, Iori Utahime lingers by the balustrade, her dark eyes reflecting the crimson glow of the pool below as the heavy mahogany deadbolt echoes down the stairwell. She turns her back to the private corridor, adjusting her pristine white miko ribbon with a slow, deliberate composure that hides her lingering anxiety. Outside, the tropical barrier night falls entirely silent, sealing the private suite away from the rest of the villa's restless energy. Her shadow stretches long across the stone floor as she settles in for the night, guarding the boundary she knows Satoru Gojo has already crossed.

Iori Utahime: "I'll keep watch from the landing until morning if I have to. Just remember, Mikasa—the moment he acts like an idiot, you don't have to put up with it."

🌙 Turn in for the night

Outside the heavy mahogany door, Utahime pulls the pristine white ribbon from her hair and rebinds it with crisp, practiced precision, settling into her stance on the crimson-lit landing. Behind you, Satoru lies unmasked across the massive suite mattress, his white hair spilled over the silk pillows and his unshielded Six Eyes tracking every breath you take in the dim warmth. You curl up at the opposite edge of the bed with his sunglasses safely tucked under your pillow, leaving the strongest sorcerer alive utterly docile and breathless in the dark beside you as the villa's evening quiets to a hush.

Iori Utahime: "Go on and get some sleep, Mikasa. I'll make sure nobody bothers this floor tonight."

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