The weeks bled together in a haze of half-hidden glances and stolen moments. You lingered near U.A. like a storm waiting to break—close enough to taste the ozone tang of heroics in the air, far enough that even All Might's sharp eyes couldn't pin you down.

The rooftop became your altar.

You'd perch there at dusk, claws (human-shaped, always human-shaped now) curled around the ledge as you watched children play at being heroes below. Their laughter rose like fireflies—bright, fleeting, fragile. You could crush it all with a single misstep. A single hunger.

And then there was him.

Gojo found you like this one evening, his presence slithering against your senses before his fingers ever touched your waist.

"Getting sentimental, baby?" His breath was warm against the shell of your ear, his teeth grazing the junction of your neck just hard enough to sting. "That's not like you."

You didn't answer. The sunset painted U.A.'s walls in blood and gold, and you memorized the way the light caught on the windows—because you knew.

This was the last one you'd see.

Gojo's arms tightened around you, his grip a paradox—both cage and cradle. He smelled like sugar and something darker, the scent clinging to his uniform where Suguru's cursed energy still lingered in the threads.

"Time to go," he murmured, and it wasn't a question.

You exhaled. Let the last of U.A.'s light bleed out between your fingers.

Tomorrow, you'd be gone.

And this time, you wouldn't be coming back.

SCENEBREAK

It wasn't long before the gleaming skyline of Tokyo materialized on the horizon, the sprawling metropolis housing the enigmatic Jujutsu Tech within its labyrinthine streets. The ancient institution's spiritual barriers rippled invisibly against the modern architecture, a secret world hidden in plain sight. You took a deep breath, the crisp autumn air filling your lungs as you steadied your racing heart.

Yuji Itadori beamed at you from the school gates, his bright pink hair catching the golden afternoon sunlight, that characteristic boundless energy radiating from his athletic frame. His school uniform hung slightly disheveled, hinting at a recent training session with Gojo-sensei. You dipped your head respectfully in his direction, an understated gesture that masked the tornado of emotions churning inside you.

Time to ace the gruesome world of jujutsu, you thought, your fingers instinctively brushing against the cursed tools concealed in your jacket, the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders like a familiar but unwelcome friend. The distant howl of a curse sent an electric chill down your spine—a reminder that in this world, death was merely an occupational hazard.

Without warning, Yuji's arms enveloped you in a crushing embrace, the scent of sandalwood and sweat filling your nostrils as his warmth radiated through your uniform. His strength was unmistakable even in this casual gesture, the power of Sukuna's vessel barely contained beneath his skin. Before you could process the sudden contact, he was already pulling away, grabbing your wrist with calloused fingers and tugging you eagerly toward the dormitory buildings.

"You don't have to worry about being in trouble anymore," he said warmly, his voice carrying that distinctive Itadori sincerity that somehow made even the most outlandish statements seem genuine. His eyes crinkled at the corners, betraying the depth of his relief at your arrival. The dormitory loomed ahead, a curious blend of traditional Japanese architecture and modern amenities.

You hummed noncommittally in response, the sound vibrating in your throat. A small smile played at the corners of your lips as you reflected on his words. You weren't in danger at U.A. High School—you knew that with absolute certainty. The hero academy had been your sanctuary before transferring to this new world of curses and jujutsu sorcerers. Principal Nezu had personally guaranteed your safety there, but now you were walking a different path, one filled with malevolent curses rather than villains. The transition between these supernatural worlds left you feeling disoriented yet strangely at home in both.

SCENEBREAK

 You were guided through the winding corridors of the dormitory, passing rooms humming with the quiet energy of jujutsu sorcerers-in-training, until arriving at a familiar door adorned with a small, hand-carved protection talisman. Yuji slid it open to reveal a surprisingly pretty room that tugged at the edges of your memory—the same ivory curtains dancing in the afternoon breeze, the same collection of manga stacked haphazardly beside a worn study desk, and that distinctive crack in the ceiling that vaguely resembled Gojo-sensei's infinity symbol.

As soon as the door whispered shut behind you, Yuji pounced with the agility that made him legendary even among first-years. His arms encircled your waist with desperate strength, the momentum sending you both tumbling onto the neatly made bed in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter. The mattress sighed beneath your combined weight, cradling you both in its soft embrace.

"You shouldn't have left," he whined, his voice muffled against the fabric of your uniform, vibrating through your ribcage and sending an electric current straight to your heart. His pink hair tickled your chin as he burrowed his nose deeper into your chest, inhaling your scent as though memorizing it for fear you might vanish again. His fingers clutched at the material of your shirt, knuckles white with tension.

"We were so worried, darling," he murmured, the unexpected endearment hanging in the air between you like cherry blossoms in spring—delicate, beautiful, and fleeting. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window caught the moisture gathering at the corners of his expressive eyes, transforming ordinary tears into liquid amber. Against your chest, you could feel the faint, accelerated rhythm of his heartbeat, a percussion of relief and lingering fear intertwined.

You sighed softly, the tension gradually melting from your shoulders as you carded your fingers through his vibrant pink hair. The silky strands slipped between your fingers like water, still slightly damp from what must have been a recent shower. The familiar gesture seemed to soothe him, his breathing gradually slowing to match yours.

"I assure you, Yuji, I was safe. Remember what I am," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. The reminder hung in the air between you—your unique abilities, your true nature that set you apart even in this world of extraordinary powers and cursed techniques. The secret you'd entrusted to him alone.

Yuji just burrowed deeper into your chest in response, his warm breath ghosting across your skin through the thin fabric of your uniform. Without warning, his lips pressed against the soft curve of your breast in a feather-light kiss that sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. The unexpected intimacy painted your cheeks with a delicate blush that spread to the tips of your ears.

"Yes, I know, but still," he mumbled against you, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slid around to your back, tracing abstract patterns along your spine that seemed to spell out all the words he couldn't bring himself to say. The vulnerability in his tone betrayed just how deeply your absence had affected him, how the thought of losing you had carved hollows into his usually unshakeable confidence.

In the end, exhaustion claimed Yuji like a gentle tide washing over shore. His breathing deepened, eyelids fluttering closed against your collarbone as the weight of his fears finally lifted. His muscular form gradually relaxed against yours, one arm still possessively draped across your midsection, his legs tangled with yours like roots seeking purchase. The afternoon light painted honey-gold stripes across his peaceful face, softening his features and reminding you of just how young he truly was beneath the weight of carrying Sukuna.

The door opened with deliberate softness, the well-oiled hinges barely making a sound against the tranquil silence of the room. A sliver of hallway light stretched across the floor before a familiar shadow fell across it. Megumi Fushiguro peered in, his sharp teal eyes immediately assessing the situation with characteristic precision. His gaze traveled from your face down to Yuji's sleeping form sprawled across you like an oversized, pink-haired house cat.

"Ah," he said, his typically stoic expression betrayed by the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. A small irk mark appeared on his forehead as he observed Yuji's unabashed clinginess, though there was a hint of fond exasperation beneath his annoyance. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, the white and teal of his uniform immaculate as always. "Don't you want me to get him off?" he asked, his voice pitched low to avoid disturbing Yuji's rest, though there was an unmistakable edge of irritation in his tone—whether at Yuji's impropriety or something else entirely remained unclear.

Softly smiling, you shook your head and patted the empty space beside you with your tail—the iridescent appendage moving with fluid grace, its scaled surface catching the golden afternoon light. The manifestation of your kaiju heritage was as natural to you as breathing, though you typically kept it concealed among humans. "No, dear, come here," you invited, your voice a melodic whisper that seemed to dance through the quiet room.

Without further argument, Megumi stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him with practiced quietness. He hesitated for just a moment—that characteristic Fushiguro reluctance briefly visible in his teal eyes—before surrendering to the invitation. He flopped onto the bed with uncharacteristic lack of grace, his typically rigid posture melting as he curled against your warm side. The Ten Shadows user nestled close, his raven-black hair a stark contrast against the light fabric of your uniform.

"Yuji was right, we were worried, you know," he murmured against your chest, the admission clearly costing his pride. His voice carried that uniquely Megumi blend of irritation and tenderness, the words slightly muffled against you. One of his hands tentatively came to rest on your waist, his touch feather-light as though afraid you might disappear if he pressed too firmly.

You hummed, the sound resonating with a subtle vibration that betrayed your inhuman nature, a sound that both boys found inexplicably soothing. Your fingers found their way to Megumi's hair, stroking through the silky strands with practiced affection. "I am a kaiju, Megumi dear," you reminded him gently, your voice carrying ancient power beneath its softness. "Do be a good pet and remember that." The endearment and light admonishment caused a faint blush to dust across his pale cheeks, visible even in the dimming light of the room.

The gentle rhythm of their synchronized breathing gradually lulled you into a peaceful drowsiness, your eyelids growing heavy as the last golden rays of sunset painted the room in warm amber hues. Your tail instinctively curled around Megumi's ankle in a protective gesture, the scales warming against his skin. Between the comforting weight of Yuji sprawled across your torso and Megumi nestled against your side, you were cocooned in a sanctuary of affection and security that even the strongest curses couldn't penetrate.

As consciousness began to slip away, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability rarely shown outside these private moments. The perpetual vigilance required of a kaiju in the human world briefly dissolved, your true power humming quietly beneath your skin like a lullaby. A contented sigh escaped your lips, stirring a few strands of Yuji's pink hair as the two sweet boys cuddled you from either side, their formidable abilities and responsibilities momentarily forgotten in this island of tranquility.

The room settled into a perfect stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of curtains dancing in the evening breeze and the soft chorus of three beings breathing as one. Even the cursed energy that typically crackled around Yuji and Megumi seemed to dim respectfully, allowing this rare moment of peace to bloom undisturbed in the gathering twilight.