YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7

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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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FILL: Team Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

Ship: Shoko/Utahime from Jujutsu Kaisen

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Shoko has a bone to pick with Jujutsu sorcerors but sliding into the hot tub, the gentle rock of the cruise lulling her into complacency, she supposes she could get used to this.

She eases herself into the water, the heat a welcome reprieve to her sore muscles. The fabric of her bathing suit sticks too close for comfort but she massages the bare skin of her forearms under the water. Her muscles relax in kind.
Utahime sighs happily next to her and Shoko ever-so-carefully edges a couple of inches away from her. She’s never been more grateful in her life for the steam rising from the water.

“Isn’t this wonderful?” Utahime asks, throwing a metaphorical axe into Shoko’s plans as she slings one arm around her shoulders. She crashes into her personal space with all the grace of a bull in a china shop and Shoko’s left frozen in mid-air, arms half-raised up in the air.

“Wonderful,” she echoes when she remembers to breathe, forcing herself to not cave into the touch.

They both wait for the bubbles to come but the water remains still after a couple minutes of silence. Shoko eyes the dial plastered to the wall.

“I’ll—”

“I got it,” Shoko says, cutting her off. She clambers up the stairs to give herself something to do, gripping tight to the metal railing.

She pads the length of the deck to the dial and flicks it to the highest setting. The hot tub whirs to life immediately, bubbles rising on the surface. Utahime swirls the foam around in a circle as Shoko slips back into the water.

“This is why you’re my favorite, Shoko,” Utahime sighs happily. “Stay away from Gojo and Geto—they’re horrible influences.”

“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly. “Girls are better.”

Utahime hums her agreement at that. Another round of bubbles break the surface and Shoko sticks her foot in front of a jet to distract herself.

Shoko’s not looking at Utahime’s swimsuit and how perfectly it clings to her. She’s not looking at the bright red flush high on her cheeks as her eyes slide closed and she slips lower in the—

God, who does she think she is? Suguru with all this pining? As the only voice of reason in their class of three, she’s an affront to Jujutsu society with her behavior.

She needs a smoke.

Her hands are too damp to properly light a cigarette but she tries regardless, drying her hands on the towel she’s left by the poolside before fumbling through her bag for the box. She eyes the inside—there’s only a couple of sticks left and she slides one out, wedging it between her teeth.

It takes a bit of searching but she eventually finds her lighter buried at the bottom, and she rubs the peeling paint as she pulls it out.

“Let me,” Utahime says, appearing beside her and Shoko nearly drops the lighter into the water.

Shoko nods because she doesn’t trust her voice and Utahime pries the metal from her hands, flicking open the top.

She stares at it, puzzled, for a few moments as she tries to figure out how it works.

She’s halfway to getting an actual spark when a crash erupts in the distance and a shriek breaks the silence.

God. And right when it was getting good too. Shoko flicks the unlit cigarette to the ground and it reeks of unfinished business. She barely pauses to towel herself off as she pushes herself up and out of the water, slinging on her coat.

Utahime’s next to her in seconds, pulling on her own jacket. Shoko pauses to give the hot tub and what-could-have-been one last forlorn glance before stomping down the deck.

Duty calls and all that.