Your Tenchu mark—
Begins to glow.
Faint.
Then brighter.
Dream —
Darkness.
Endless.
Cold.
You stand alone again.
Barefoot in the void.
Your voice barely escapes.
y/n:…No…
Not this place…
The shrine rises from shadow.
Ancient.
Cracked.
Waiting.
The air vibrates unnaturally.
Then—
A presence.
Immense.
Timeless.
A voice echoes from everywhere.
From nowhere.
???:Bearer…
Your chest tightens.
y/n:Who are you?!
The shadows twist violently.
Then—
A figure emerges.
Silhouette first.
Then form.
It's…
You.
But older.
Eyes glowing with terrifying calm.
Energy dense. Controlled. Absolute.
y/n (whisper):…Me…?
???:Not you.
A pause.
???:Before you.
Your Tenchu mark burns.
Memories flood—
Battlefields
Collapsing skies
A lone sorcerer standing against something monstrous
The older version turns slowly.
Eyes locking onto yours.
???:Tenchu does not awaken gently.
The shrine cracks.
Splitting deeper.
???:Power invites calamity.
Your heartbeat spikes.
y/n:I didn't ask for this!
A ripple of sorrow.
Almost pity.
???:None of us did.
Darkness fractures—
The voice deepens.
Final.
Unavoidable.
???:Prepare.
Everything SHATTERS.
Your body jolts slightly in bed.
Sweat forming.
Breathing uneven.
Gojo's eye sharpens instantly.
He leans forward.
Hand brushing gently against your forehead.
Cool.
Steady.
Satoru Gojo (soft murmur):Easy…
Your face tightens.
Distress visible even in sleep.
Gojo clicks his tongue quietly.
Then—
Unexpectedly gentle.
He wipes the sweat from your temple.
Adjusts your blanket.
His voice low.
Barely above a whisper.
Satoru Gojo:Even in dreams, huh…
A pause.
Something unreadable flickers in his gaze.
Concern.
And something else.
Your eyelids flutter weakly.
Vision blurry.
Heavy.
Your head aches.
Your throat dry.
You shift slightly.
A familiar white blur beside you.
You blink.
Focus slowly returning.
Gojo.
Still there.
Seated.
Watching quietly.
Your voice comes out soft.
Fragile.
y/n:…You didn't go?
Gojo's visible eye softens.
Just slightly.
Satoru Gojo (smiling faintly):Nah
Satoru Gojo:Someone's gotta make sure you don't combust again.
You give the tiniest sleepy frown.
Too tired to argue.
y/n (hoarse whisper):…It wasn't on purpose…
Gojo chuckles softly.
Satoru Gojo:I know.
A small silence.
Your fever-dazed mind drifting.
But one thought lingers.
y/n:...Sensei…
Gojo leans slightly closer.
Satoru Gojo:Hm?
Your eyes barely open.
y/n (murmur):…Thank you…
A beat.
Gojo pauses.
Smile fading into something quieter.
More real.
He lightly taps your forehead.
Satoru Gojo (soft):Go back to sleep.
Your eyes close again.
Breathing easing.
This time—
Calmer.
Gojo leans back in the chair.
Watching.
Waiting.
Morning
Soft winter light slipped through the curtains.
Quiet. Calm.
Too calm for a dorm that usually woke up to chaos.
Y/N stirred.
Body heavy.
Limbs weak.
That dull, aching exhaustion only fever leaves behind.
Her eyelids fluttered open.
Slowly.
Something Feels… Different
Warmth.
Not from blankets.
From presence.
Her vision adjusted.
Blur → clarity → white.
Blindfold.
Silver hair.
Long legs lazily stretched.
Gojo
Still there.
Seated beside her bed.
Sleeping.
Y/N blinked in confusion.
Voice soft, fragile from illness.
Y/N: "…Sensei…?"
No response.
Fragments from last night drifted back.
Shivering.
Voices.
Shoko.
Fear.
Injection.
Darkness.
And then—
The Dream
Her brows knitted faintly.
Chest tightening.
Something about it lingered.
Not clear.
Not gone.
Darkness.
A voice.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Calling her—
She winced slightly.
Y/N: "…What was that…"
Door opening quietly.
Measured footsteps.
Megumi Enters
Megumi stepped inside, expecting—
Groaning.
Complaints.
Nobara yelling.
Instead—
Stillness.
His gaze landed on the bed.
Y/N awake.
Pale.
But conscious.
Relief flickered across his face.
Subtle.
Quick.
Real.
Then—
His eyes shifted.
And stopped.
Gojo
Still sitting there.
Still asleep.
Megumi froze.
Processing.
Reprocessing.
Megumi: "…You've got to be kidding me…"
Because Gojo Satoru staying overnight?
That wasn't exactly standard behavior.
Y/N Notices Him
She turned her head slightly.
Movement sluggish.
Y/N: "…Megumi…"
Megumi instantly stepped closer.
Megumi: "You're awake."
(Flat tone… softer edges.)
She nodded faintly.
Y/N: "…Unfortunately…"
Megumi raised a brow.
Megumi: "…Feeling dramatic already?"
Weak glare.
Y/N: "…Feels like my soul left and came back wrong…"
Megumi: "…That's called high fever."
Megumi placed a hand gently against her forehead.
Cooler.
Much cooler.
He exhaled quietly.
Megumi: "…Temperature's down."
Y/N: "…Good…"
A pause.
Then—
Hesitation.
Y/N: "…Megumi…"
Megumi: "…What?"
Y/N: "…Did anything weird happen last night?"
Megumi blinked.
Megumi: "…Define weird."
Y/N's fingers tightened around the blanket.
Y/N: "…I had a dream…"
Megumi's posture subtly sharpened.
Megumi: "…Okay…"
Y/N: "…It didn't feel like a dream."
Megumi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Megumi: "…What did it feel like?"
She struggled to find words.
Y/N: "…Heavy…"
Y/N: "…Dark…"
Y/N: "…Like something was… watching me…"
Megumi's gaze hardened instinctively.
Megumi: "…Did you recognize anything?"
She frowned weakly.
Y/N: "…No…"
A beat.
Y/N: "…But someone spoke to me."
Megumi: "…What did they say?"
Frustration flickered across her tired face.
Y/N: "…I can't remember…"
A whisper.
Y/N: "…But it felt…"
"…Old."
Megumi's expression darkened slightly.
Because that word?
That word meant things.
None comforting.
A Lazy Voice Breaks the Tension
Gojo: "…You two are awfully serious for morning…"
Both turned.
Gojo shifted lazily.
Stretching like he hadn't slept upright in a chair.
Blindfold still perfectly in place.
Gojo smiled lightly.
Gojo: "…Sharp observation."
Megumi crossed his arms.
Not amused.
Megumi: "You stayed overnight?"
Gojo tilted his head.
Playful.
Gojo: "…And?"
Megumi: "…That's not normal."
Gojo: "Neither am I."
But Something Feels Off
Despite the joke.
Despite the grin.
There was something quieter underneath.
Y/N watched him.
Voice softer now.
Y/N: "…You didn't go…"
A brief pause.
Almost imperceptible.
Gojo: "…Told you I wouldn't."
Megumi's eyes flickered.
He noticed that tone.
Of course he did.
Y/N shifted slightly against the pillows.
Still uneasy.
Y/N: "…Sensei…"
Gojo: "Hm?"
Y/N: "…That dream…"
Gojo's posture stilled slightly.
Barely noticeable.
Gojo: "…Yeah?"
Y/N: "…It didn't feel normal."
Silence lingered for half a breath.
Then—
That easy smile again.
Gojo: "…Dreams rarely are."
Megumi narrowed his eyes.
Because that?
That was absolutely a deflection.
Y/N frowned faintly.
Too tired to press further.
Gojo: "…Rest."
Gentler.
Less teasing.
Gojo: "Your body's still catching up."
She sank back into pillows.
Eyes already growing heavy again.
Megumi watched.
Thinking.
Overthinking.
Gojo watched too.
Behind the blindfold.
Behind the smile.
Already knowing:
Tenchu has begun responding.
The peaceful morning atmosphere lasted…
Exactly three seconds.
BANG
Door flies open.
Nobara Kugisaki:"GOOD MORNING, SICK GIRL!"
Y/N flinched violently.
Megumi didn't even react.
Gojo sighed.
Y/N:"NOBARA—?!"
Nobara marched in like she owned the dorm.
Hair perfect.
Energy unmatched.
Nobara Kugisaki:"You're alive. Disappointingly pale, but alive."
Y/N:"…Good morning to you too…"
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose.
Megumi Fushiguro:"You're loud."
Nobara Kugisaki:"And you're boring."
A second, much happier entrance.
Yuji Itadori:"Y/N!!!"
He practically bounced inside.
Sunshine incarnate.
Yuji Itadori:"How are you feeling?!"
Y/N groaned softly.
Y/N:"Like I fought death and lost…"
Yuji Itadori:"Nice "
Nobara Kugisaki:"She looks like she'll collapse again."
Megumi Fushiguro:"She almost did."
Y/N:"Wow. Supportive group."
Gojo chuckled quietly from his chair.
Soft footsteps.
Calm presence.
Door sliding open properly this time.
Shoko Ieiri:"Morning."
Instant shift in energy.
Yuji Itadori:"IEIRI-SENSEI!"
Nobara Kugisaki:"Finally, an adult."
Gojo gasped dramatically.
Satoru Gojo:"Rude."
Shoko ignored him completely.
Walked straight to the bed.
Cool hand on Y/N's forehead.
Professional.
Unbothered.
Shoko Ieiri:"Temperature normal."
Y/N:"…So I'm not dying?"
Shoko Ieiri:"Not today."
Yuji Itadori:"Yay!"
Shoko Ieiri:"You're still weak."
Y/N already knew what was coming.
Y/N:"…But…"
Shoko Ieiri:"No intense training."
Immediate protest.
Y/N:"WHAT?!"
Shoko Ieiri:"Rest. Recovery. Stability."
Nobara Kugisaki:"Told you."
Yuji Itadori:"Healing arc."
Gojo smirked faintly.
Clearly enjoying this.
Later.
After much grumbling, freshen up and shower.
Y/N emerged from the bathroom.
Hair slightly damp.
Face still soft with fatigue.
But standing.
Which felt like an achievement.
Yuji Itadori:"Ooooo look who's back from the dead!"
Y/N:"Stop announcing my resurrection…"
Megumi glanced up briefly.
Subtle relief again.
Nobara nodded approvingly.
Nobara Kugisaki:"At least you don't look like a ghost anymore."
Door slides open.
And there he is.
Freshly ready.
Blindfold pristine.
Uniform flawless.
Energy unbearable.
Satoru Gojo:"Well well~"
Yuji Itadori:"He's glowing again."
Nobara Kugisaki:"He's insufferable again."
Gojo beamed.
Satoru Gojo:"Y/N~"
Y/N immediately suspicious.
Y/N:"…Why are you smiling like that…"
Gojo clapped once.
Cheerfully destructive.
Satoru Gojo:"Doctor's orders."
Everyone froze.
Y/N:"…No."
Satoru Gojo:"Oh yes."
Satoru Gojo:"From today onwards—"
Dramatic pause.
Satoru Gojo:"Healthy veggie diet."
Silence.
Absolute horror.
Y/N:"…Sensei…"
Satoru Gojo:"And—"
Y/N:"DON'T SAY IT."
Satoru Gojo:"Snack ban"
Yuji Itadori:"NOOOOOOOO"
Nobara Kugisaki:"Dictatorship continues."
Megumi Fushiguro:"…Makes sense."
Y/N stared at Gojo like betrayal had taken human form.
Y/N:"You're evil."
Satoru Gojo:"I'm invested in your survival "
Y/N groans dramatically.