Fic/ Lore Idea Pt.3 2/2

Fic/Lore idea pt.2

The courtyard buzzed with low conversation as Nobara sat perched on the edge of a low wall, spinning a nail between her fingers. Yuji was mid-stretch, cracking his knuckles, while Megumi stood with his arms crossed, clearly still skeptical of their new classmate.

Then—

“I’m ba~ack!”

Yume Miran came bounding around the corner, her vibrant hair catching the dying light—pink, green, and blue streaks shimmering like cotton candy fire. Her glowing, swirling eyesglinted in playful shades of violet and peach.

Yuji grinned. “Hey! You disappear to change outfits or something?”

She tossed her head with an easy laugh. “Nooo, I had to check in with Gojo-sensei. He says hi, and also that I’m probably way cooler than you.”

Yuji gasped. “Rude.”

Nobara smirked. “He’s not wrong though.”

Yume winked at her. “See? That’s why we’re best friends already.”

Nobara gave a proud nod and bumped her shoulder.

Megumi, still distant, narrowed his eyes. “Where did you really go?”

Yume turned to him, folding her hands behind her back. Her smile didn’t drop—but her tone got just a bit silkier. “Still suspicious, huh? Guess I’ll just have to win your trust with violence.”

Yuji raised a brow. “Uh… what?”

She clapped her hands suddenly. “Let’s spar!”

The others blinked.

“Spar?” Nobara asked. “Right now?”

“Why not?” Yume grinned. “Training makes the heart grow fonder. Or… well, makes the bruises grow bolder. Whatever. Come on! Let’s go until dinner—winner picks the first dish!”

Yuji brightened. “You’re on!”

Nobara cracked her knuckles. “Bring it.”

Megumi hesitated.

Yume tilted her head at him, her smile warm but unreadable. “You too, Megumi-kun. Unless you’re scared of getting shown up by the new girl?”

His eyes narrowed further, but he sighed and stepped forward. “Fine. But don’t complain if it gets rough.”

She beamed. “Promise. I like it rough.”

From Within…

Ayumu stirred faintly. Yamika, don’t hurt them. Oh, I won’t, Yamika purred. I just want to see what makes them bleed best. Yamika—! Relax. I’m still wearing the mask… for now.

Here's the next part of the scene, where Yume (Yamika) follows Gojo’s strict instruction not to use cursed energy—so instead, she studies and perfectly mimics the others' fighting styles during the sparring session. It adds a layer of unsettling brilliance, while still keeping her playful persona intact. And beneath it all, her feelings—toward Yuji, Nobara, and even Megumi—are genuine, not part of the mask.

Scene: Jujutsu High – Training Field, Moments Later

The four stood in a loose circle under the soft orange sky. The training field buzzed faintly with anticipation.

“Alright!” Yume spun on her heel. “No cursed techniques, no flashy finishers, just good old-fashioned hand-to-hand. Let’s keep it cute!”

“Cute?” Nobara laughed. “I don’t do cute in battle.”

“Then make it hot,” Yume teased with a wink. “I’m adaptable.”

Yuji stepped forward first. “Let me go first—test the new girl’s reflexes!”

Megumi muttered, “Or test her ability to survive your chaos.”

Yume dropped into a loose, bouncy stance, mirroring Yuji’s own footwork with eerie precision. Her posture shifted from graceful to grounded, channeling the same instinctive brawler’s energy he carried.

Yuji blinked. “Whoa. You’re… copying me?”

Yume grinned. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery~”

Then he lunged.

They traded a flurry of jabs and low kicks. Yuji was fast—but Yume was faster in how she read and mimicked. For every punch he threw, she countered with near-identical force and placement. No cursed energy, no enhancements—just pure skill, reflected back at him like a mirror.

Yuji skidded back, panting. “Dude… that’s freaky.”

“But kind of fun, right?” she beamed. Her chest rose and fell with breathless joy. “You fight like you mean it. It’s honest.”

“She likes you,” Ayumu murmured faintly from deep within.

Next up: Nobara.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Nobara smirked.

Yume blew her a kiss. “Only if you don’t hit hard enough.”

This time, Yume shifted again—her stance sharpening, chin tilted, feet angled like Nobara’s. Her movements turned snappy and rhythmic, laced with theatrical confidence. Every dodge and strike came with flair.

They danced around each other in high-speed precision. Yume didn’t even have a weapon, but still perfectly mirrored Nobara’s attitude, her momentum, even her dramatic pauses.

Nobara pulled back, huffing. “Okay, okay, I hate how much I love this.”

Yume clapped. “That’s what besties are for~”

Last: Megumi.

Yume turned to him, her smile flickering smaller. “Your turn, Gloomy-kun?”

Megumi stared at her for a long moment, then moved into position. “This won’t be like the others.”

Yume’s eyes narrowed slightly, colors shifting cool and calculating.

She moved like him.

Low guard. Silent feet. No wasted motion.

It was uncanny.

Megumi lunged, and for a moment, it was like fighting a warped reflection. Yume didn’t smile this time. She was quiet. Precise. Unnervingly aware.

Megumi pushed harder.

She matched. Each block. Each pivot. Every counterattack. Like she’d known him for years.

They broke apart at last, breathless, sweat on their brows.

Megumi stared hard. “…That wasn’t just mimicry.”

Yume tilted her head. “Maybe I just see you.”

He said nothing. But the suspicion in his eyes deepened.

Yuji flopped onto the grass. “Okay. You win. You’re terrifying. And awesome.”

Nobara collapsed beside him. “If she’s our classmate, I vote she leads.”

Yume sat cross-legged, laughing. “I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t expect you all to be so endearing.”

And she meant it.

Because even with her mask on— Even as the daughter of a curse watched them through borrowed eyes— Yamika liked them. All of them.

Especially the boy with Sukuna in his chest.

Here's the next scene where the first-years go out to dinner at a sushi place together—Yume (Yamika) plays along like it’s a normal outing, but inside, she’s struggling with the growing, genuinely confusing feelings she has for Yuji. It’s awkward, hilarious, and a little existentially gross for her—because he’s literally the vessel of her father.

Scene: Downtown Tokyo – Late Evening, Outside a Sushi Bar

Neon signs glowed along the street. The group had cleaned up and changed into casual clothes, still buzzing from the earlier sparring session.

“Okay, this place has the best sushi in Tokyo,” Yuji said proudly, leading the way with excitement in his step. “I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “You dream about food every day.”

“Exactly. This is a dream come true.”

Yume trailed behind them, hair tied in space buns, a star-shaped sticker under one eye. She wore a cropped bomber jacket and jeans with a colorful belt, her piercings glinting under the streetlights. Despite the playful outfit, her thoughts were a mess.

He smiles like an idiot. He gets way too excited about fish. And he literally houses the soul of my disgusting, ancient father. So why the hell is my heart doing this fluttery crap?!

She resisted the urge to physically shake it out of her system.

Megumi noticed her stiff expression and muttered, “You okay?”

Yume forced a sugary smile. “Mmhmm! Just thinking about… salmon roe!”

Nobara leaned in and whispered, “She’s totally crushing.”

Megumi’s brow furrowed. “Crushing on who?”

Nobara grinned. “Yuji.”

Yume nearly choked. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Yuji turned around. “What? Did someone say my name?”

“NO,” Yume and Megumi said in unison.

Inside the Sushi Bar

The place was cozy and softly lit, with bar seating and warm wooden walls. The group sat at a booth by the window. Plates began to stack quickly.

Yuji beamed at Yume. “You ever had sushi this fresh before?”

She blinked, holding a piece of tamago with her chopsticks. “I’ve… eaten many things. Fish included.”

Nobara laughed. “You’re so weird sometimes.”

“I’m trying to be relatable,” Yume grumbled, cheeks slightly red. She stole a glance at Yuji—he was talking to the chef now, asking about tuna belly.

He’s sweet. He’s brave. He’s warm. And he’s carrying the guy who once bit my finger off when I was six.

She physically winced.

This is so gross. Why couldn’t I be into, like, Inumaki or something?

From deep within, Ayumu chuckled faintly.

“He makes you soft. That’s new.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I will stab me.”

“You like him.”

“…I will stab you.”

Meanwhile

Gojo, across town, sneezed.

“Must be my girls,” he muttered, sipping his drink.

Here's a fun yet tense scene where Yuji excuses himself, and Megumi and Nobaraimmediately seize the opportunity to interrogate Yume about her “not-so-secret” crush. There’s teasing, suspicion, and just enough emotional weight beneath the surface as Yamikastruggles to keep the mask on—especially under Megumi’s sharp gaze.

Scene: Sushi Bar Booth – Moments After Yuji Leaves

Yuji wiped his hands on a napkin and stood up, stretching. “Bathroom. Don’t steal my eel roll.”

“Too late,” Nobara said, mouth full.

Yume gave him a two-finger salute, but didn’t meet his eyes. Her multicolored gaze was focused on her own half-eaten plate, clearly distracted.

As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him—

“Sooooo…”

Yume flinched.

Nobara leaned forward, predatory grin in full force. “Are we gonna talk about how you’ve been lowkey heart-eyes for Yuji all day?”

Yume blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is just my face.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Your ‘face’ blushes every time he says your name.”

“Coincidence,” Yume said quickly. “Or I’m allergic to his… vibes.”

Nobara gasped dramatically. “So it’s true! You do like him!”

Yume buried her face in her hands. “Please stop talking. I’ll die.”

“You totally do,” Nobara sang. “You tried to copy his fighting style like it was a love language. And don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at him when he said he liked your hair.”

Megumi was less amused. “You’re acting. All day. But the way you react to him—that’s not part of it.”

Yume’s hands slowly lowered.

“Why do you care?” she asked, voice quieter now. “What if I do like him?”

Megumi leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing. “Because something about you isn’t right. I don’t know what you are yet, but if you’re going to hurt him—”

“I won’t,” Yume said sharply, her tone cracking the surface of her usual warmth. “I would never hurt him.”

That stunned both of them into a short silence.

Nobara softened first. “Then tell him. He’d probably be into it.”

Yume laughed—but it was tight, hollow.

Tell him? What? “Hey, I like you. Also, I’m technically two people in one body, and the other one’s a semi-cursed soul whose father lives inside your stomach.” Yeah. That’d go over great.

Instead, she smiled again, perfectly sweet.

“Maybe later. After dessert.”

Nobara snorted and passed her a piece of mochi. “Coward.”

Megumi didn’t smile.

“Just don’t pretend too hard,” he muttered. “One day you might forget who you are.”

Yume’s smile faltered. For a fraction of a second— She looked lost.

Then Yuji returned, plopping into his seat. “What’d I miss?”

Yume beamed at him. “Nothing important! Want the last shrimp roll?”

Yuji lit up. “Heck yeah!”

Megumi and Nobara exchanged a glance over their drinks.

Something was definitely going on.

Here’s a quiet, gentle bonding moment between Yuji and Yume (Yamika) as they walk back to the dorms. It’s light, warm, and doesn’t reveal anything about her true identity or feelings—but the connection they share feels real, and for a moment, Yume lets herself just be.

Scene: Streets of Tokyo – Walking Back to Jujutsu High

The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier. The city lights shimmered off the wet pavement. Yuji walked beside Yume, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket, a soft grin on his face.

The others were a few steps ahead, arguing about whether or not Megumi actually cheated at the bill-splitting game.

Yume walked quietly, her arms swinging a little. Her colorful hair caught in the breeze, and her mood-swirled eyes had settled into a calm blend of soft blue and pink.

Yuji broke the silence first.

“You know, I was kinda nervous when Gojo said we were getting a new first-year.”

Yume tilted her head. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I thought, like, what if you were super stuck-up or scary or something?” He laughed. “Instead, you’re just… fun. Like, weird-fun. In a good way.”

Yume smirked. “Wow. Flattery from Sukuna’s Airbnb.”

Yuji groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Fine. Cursed Timeshare?”

He laughed harder now, bumping her shoulder lightly. “You’re evil.”

Yume smiled. And for once, it wasn’t rehearsed or practiced—it was real.

“...You’re easy to talk to,” she admitted softly.

Yuji glanced over at her, his expression gentler. “Same.”

They kept walking in silence for a moment, the noise of the city fading behind them.

Then Yuji asked, “So, what made you wanna be a sorcerer?”

Yume paused, then looked up at the sky. “...I guess I wanted to figure out who I was. And what I’m supposed to be.”

Yuji nodded like he understood. “Yeah. I think about that a lot too.”

She smiled again, more quietly this time. “Of course you do.”

Their eyes met for a beat—but there was no confession, no secrets revealed. Just a quiet, shared sense of somethingbetween two people who didn’t fully understand themselves—but understood each other.

And in that moment, Yamika let herself forget the curse in her blood, the secrets she held, and the danger she represented.

She was just Yume.

High Lady Of the Court Of Dreams and Nightmares

She started off as a Lady of Spring. Once she escaped there she was able to train with the Illyrians and live with the boys. But duty calls she was to be married to the High Lord of Summer. Which ofc she messes up by falling in love with his cousin Tarquin. Summer betrays her and takes her wings. She flees to Winter where they take advantage of her powers and use her to earn money. Helion rescues her and makes her princess of his court. Where she is then invited to become ambassador of Dawn and to train under the high lord to become a healer. She accepts along with becoming ambassador to Autumn and Summer(she is not welcome in winter). Rhysand's father convinces her to move back to Night and work for him becoming Azriels partner, the Duchess of Stars and Constellations. So basically she connects all of the courts and tries somewhat to keep peace with all of them (winter excluded until it gets a new high lord who actually likes her). In the war, she befriends Eris and they spend quite some time together. In the years following when Rhys and his father kill her family back in the spring court excluding Tamlin she is tempted to visit him but can't due to her own selfishness, in this she roams the continent in search of something anything and she finds it. The Court of Dreams and Nightmares. And she is the High Lady per a legend it is her birth rite.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

pt.1 of headcanon generator giving my ocs headcanons

First up my mha oc/drself

Satoru's mother hates how overly affectionate you are to her son.

Your mother-in-law, the lady of the Gojo Clan of the Great Three Sorcerer Clans, would throw endless "tsks" and "tuts" at you whenever she catches you red-handed spoiling her son. You'd argue that it wasn't really spoiling but more of being an attentive wife.

Satoru was a lovebug, after all. An honest to goodness, "Oh, this man is obsessed with his wife" kind of guy. He was always going, "Where is my WIFE?!" "Wifey!" "My wife!", and wasn't at all embarrassed to express just how much he loves you. You, in turn, never shy away from reciprocating his affection, whether it's by returning his crushing embraces or calling for him through the rooftops so he could hear where you were, regardless of who else could hear you. He didn't give two shits what his family thought of him, but his relatives and servants have lost count of how many times his piercing glares have sent a chill down their spines whenever they made even the slightest attempt to comment on your behavior.

They would catch you two in the strangest of situations. Strange in a sense that your affection for each other is so foreign to them. You, running your fingers through his silver hair, helping him out of his clothes... You being the first thing he seeks out whenever he arrives home. And him bringing you countless pretty and sweet things to fill your shared bedroom...

Your mother-in-law often tells you to stop coddling him, that he isn't a child to be babied— ("He's the strongest sorcerer of your generation, for crying out loud!" She'd always say...)

"He may be the strongest sorcerer of our generation, but he's still my dearest husband. And in our home, he is that and that alone."

Then again, Satoru has always been an odd bird himself, so together, you two made a lovely feather duster.

Fic/ Lore idea

Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Late Afternoon, Courtyard

The courtyard glowed with soft amber light as the sun began its descent. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara waited near the training grounds, the buzz of a rumored transfer student lingering in the air.

“Think she’s weird?” Yuji asked, chewing a protein bar.

“She’s a sorcerer,” Nobara said. “We’re all weird.”

Megumi simply narrowed his eyes toward the school gates.

And then—

“Hellooooo~!”

A flash of color burst into view.

Striding through the gates was a tall, striking girl with multicolored hair—bright streaks of pink, green, and blueflowing from thick white roots, the strands catching light like candy wrappers in the wind. Her uniform was stylishly tweaked: loose at the sleeves, cinched at the waist, with shimmering safety pins and patches. Piercings glittered on both ears, and a tiny gem sparkled below one eye, accenting her vibrant, swirling irises—like galaxies trapped in her stare, constantly shifting hue with her mood.

Today, they shimmered in warm tones of gold and coral.

She waved enthusiastically, practically skipping up the path. “I’m Yume Miran! First-year, spiritual support, unofficial snack queen, and now your new favorite person!”

Yuji’s jaw slightly dropped. “...Whoa.”

Nobara perked up, grinning. “Oh, I like her.”

Yume offered a radiant smile and held out a bag of pastel-colored dango. “Bribery is the sincerest form of friendship. Want one?”

Yuji took one immediately. “You're cool.”

Nobara took two. “You’re great.”

Yume giggled, twirling a strand of her cotton-candy hair around a finger. “You must be Nobara! You’re so much prettier in person—I’ve totally been stalking your mission logs. Let’s be besties, mmkay?”

Nobara beamed. “Duh. Finally someone with taste.”

Megumi, however, said nothing. His eyes were locked on Yume—quietly scanning her posture, her cursed energy, her too-perfect smile.

She turned to him with a warm, slow grin.

“And you must be the moody one. That’s okay. I’m really good at winning over emotionally constipated guys.”

Yuji laughed. “She’s not wrong.”

Megumi frowned. “You don’t feel like a first-year.”

Yume blinked, feigning surprise. Her eyes shifted color—cooler now, with hints of lavender. “Wow, spooky insight. Are you psychic?”

“I’m cautious,” he muttered.

She winked. “Good. You’ll need to be.”

Inside Her Mind…

They’re eating it up, Yamika murmured smugly from beneath the mask. Ayumu’s voice stirred faintly. Don’t hurt them. Hurt them? Yamika chuckled. Please. I like them. Especially the boy.

Her eyes flicked toward Yuji again.

He’s…interesting.

Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Evening, Rooftop

The sun had dipped beyond the horizon, casting long shadows over the courtyard. Down below, laughter echoed—Nobara teasing Yuji, Megumi walking ahead, ever suspicious.

But above, on the rooftop, the air was different. Heavy.

Ayumu stood still, breathing slowly, her hands gripping the edge of the railing. The last remnants of her illusion faded—hair losing its candy-streaked color, piercings vanishing, makeup dissolving like dust. The youthful glow of Yume Miran melted away.

Only Akatsuki Kiko Ayumu remained—poised, powerful, and coldly beautiful. Her crimson eyes burned with silent thought.

Footsteps.

“Didn’t expect you to drop the mask this early,” Gojo’s voice drifted in, casual as ever. “Something wrong, Ayumu?”

She turned slowly, jaw tense.

“…Yuji.”

Gojo raised a brow. “What about him?”

Ayumu’s voice was quieter than usual. “He’s Sukuna’s vessel.”

Gojo's smile faded just slightly. “Ah. So… she told you.”

Ayumu nodded once. “Yamika recognized his cursed signature. She didn’t tell me right away. Not until she got too close.” Her expression darkened. “She said it was familiar. Like home.”

Gojo leaned against the railing beside her, the mood settling into a rare quiet. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted you both to meet him first. As Yuji. Not as Sukuna’s cage.”

Ayumu’s fists clenched. “You trusted her to hold back?”

“I trust you to hold her back.”

She looked away, voice almost a whisper. “She likes him.”

That made Gojo pause.

“…Yamika?”

“No,” she said after a moment. “Yume. Her. Me. All of us. I don’t know.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “It’s strange. When she’s around him, she doesn’t feel violent. She feels… drawn.”

Gojo watched her carefully.

“Is that dangerous?” she asked.

He smiled faintly. “Everything about you two is dangerous.”

A silence passed between them. Then Ayumu glanced toward the courtyard below, watching Yuji’s bright laugh echo under the night sky.

“Do you think… she’d hurt him?”

Gojo shrugged. “Depends. Would you?”

Ayumu didn’t answer.

Scene: Rooftop – Minutes After Sunset

The air had gone still. The tension from moments before lingered like smoke in Ayumu’s lungs.

Gojo stood beside her, unusually quiet. No teasing. No grin. Just him—watchful, waiting.

Ayumu’s fingers twitched slightly at her side. She could already feel Yamika stirring again, impatient to return to the “stage.”

“She’s coming back,” Ayumu murmured. “I can feel her pressing forward. I won’t be myself much longer.”

Gojo looked over, his face unreadable behind his blindfold, but his stance shifted—just slightly—closer to her.

“I don’t know when I’ll get another moment like this,” Ayumu said, her voice trembling despite herself.

He didn’t say anything.

So she turned to him.

Looked him straight in the face. Her voice cracked.

“I love you.”

A beat.

Gojo blinked. His usual mask cracked—just a fraction—but enough. His smile softened, more real than it had been all day. “Took you long enough to say it out loud.”

Her breath hitched in her throat.

“You knew?” she whispered.

“I’m the strongest,” he said softly. “But I’ve always been weak to you.”

She stepped forward, rested her forehead gently against his chest. “Please don’t forget me… if she wins.”

Gojo’s arms wrapped around her without hesitation. “She won’t. Not as long as I know who I’m fighting to protect.”

Then—

A flicker.

Ayumu's body jerked slightly.

The color in her eyes rippled. Pink streaks reformed in her white hair. Piercings shimmered back into place.

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Ugh, finally. I was getting bored,” Yamika’s voice purred out of the same mouth, eyes now radiant and shifting like oil in sunlight.

Gojo didn’t let go.

Yamika smirked lazily up at him. “Aww. Did I interrupt a moment?”

He just smiled. “Nope. You're just in time, Yume-chan.”

Fuck the Staar Test. Like first off im forced to be in a room for four hours most likely with people I hate anddd I can't eat, sleep, talk, nor get on my phone. What is this BUllSHIT?? Whats next no bathroom privleges?!-Some fucking jock pick me girl in 7th grade.

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Satoru’s the type of boyfriend who takes your compliments as guidelines.

“Mm, you smell so good.” Now he’s wearing that same cologne every single day, buying extra bottles to stock up so he never runs out.

“I love your hair like that.” Now he wears it like that all the time. Messes it up a little bit on purpose because that’s how you like it.

“That color really suits you.” It’s the only color he wears from here on out.

“You look so handsome in that shirt.” After that, you have to tell him he can’t wear the same shirt every day.

“I love when you laugh like that.” Any other kind of laugh slips out of him, he’s pissed at himself. That was the wrong one.

“I like your other sunglasses better.” He does now, too. The first pair’s getting thrown in the garbage.

You can doll him up all you want. Anything for your affection, your attention, your admiration. He loves feeling loved by you. It’s a high he’s constantly chasing.

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Fuck my life

Is there like asexual but like for like relationships? Like yeah I'll have sex with you but like you want me to go on dates with you and hold your hand? Like no. The fuck.

Fic/Lore idea pt.3

*before we get into it I just wanna show you how I picture Yume and Ayumu these aren’t set appearances and I made these with future scenes in mind*

The one on the left is Ayumu and the one on the right is Yume(that design is closer to Yamika- just picture her with colorful hair, without the extra eye and her tattoos are hidden)

Scene: Jujutsu High Dorm Room – Late Night

The dorm was quiet. Most of the school was already asleep.

Yamika sat at the edge of their shared bed, makeup half wiped off, her multicolored hair let down from its stylized chaos. The moonlight from the window pooled on the floor, casting soft glows against her skin. Her swirling eyes were calm now—subdued into gentle colors that shifted lazily, like oil on water.

She stared at her reflection in the dark glass of the window. And then, softly—

“Ayumu.”

Ayumu’s voice stirred gently from within. “Still here.”

Yamika sighed. “I think I’m broken.”

“Why?”

“I like him.”

“Yuji?”

Yamika groaned and fell back onto the bed, flinging an arm over her eyes. “Don’t say it out loud.”

“You’re talking out loud.”

Yamika gritted her teeth. “He’s… sweet. And real. And warm. And… not completely disgusting like my father. But he is my father’s vessel. It’s gross. I’m gross.”

Ayumu giggled gently. “You’re not gross. You’re just… human. Sort of.”

“I’m not supposed to feel anything,” Yamika muttered. “I’m the one who keeps the walls up. You’re the soft one. I’m the cold-blooded backup plan.”

“You’re not just that.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Then Yamika asked:

“…Did it scare you? When you realized you loved him?”

Ayumu’s voice softened with a quiet fondness. “So much it made me sick.”

Yamika opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling. “And you kept it hidden all this time?”

“It’s not safe. Not for him. Not for me. But Gojo… he’s good at pretending. And he lets me feel normal, even if just for a little while.”

Yamika frowned. “He’s an idiot.”

“He’s my idiot.” Ayumu’s tone was warm. “And I’d rather love him in secret than not love him at all.”

“…I don’t want to love Yuji,” Yamika admitted, barely above a whisper. “But he makes me laugh. He talks to me like I’m real. He doesn’t know I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” Ayumu said gently. “You’re you.”

Yamika didn’t respond.

She rolled to her side, hugging a pillow to her chest.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” she whispered.

“Then don’t.”

“I don’t think I can stay in control around him.”

“Then we figure it out together.”

There was no reply for a moment. Just the quiet sound of Yamika’s breathing.

“…You really love him, huh?” she asked softly.

“Yeah.”

Yamika smiled faintly.

“I guess… we’re both doomed.”

“At least we’re doomed together.”

They both laughed—light, sad, and full of something that felt dangerously close to hope.

And in that moonlit stillness, they drifted off—not as Ayumu or Yamika or even Yume—but just two souls sharing the same quiet heart.