The warmth of the ramen still lingers.
Your body finally starts to relax—
The sharp edge of exhaustion softening into something quieter.
You finish the last bite slowly.
Set the bowl aside.
A small breath leaves you.
Y/N (soft, hesitant):"Satoru sensei… I think… I should go back to my dorm…"
Across from you—
Satoru Gojo raises a brow.
A faint smirk pulling at his lips.
Gojo:"Hmm… leaving already?"
You look away slightly.
Y/N:"I… I'll be fine there… I can rest properly…"
He watches you for a moment.
Then exhales softly.
Gojo (lighter tone):"Alright. But no fainting on the way, deal? I'm not catching you twice in one day."
A weak chuckle escapes you.
You nod.
Outside — Evening Air
The sky is dim.
Streetlights flickering on.
The world feels… normal again.
Too normal.
You walk beside him.
Steps slow.
Still slightly leaning toward him without realizing.
A small silence settles.
Then—
Gojo speaks.
Not teasing this time.
Gojo (calm, thoughtful):"That mark… it has a name."
You glance at him.
Y/N:"…a name…?"
Gojo:"Tenchu."
The word sits strangely in the air.
Y/N (quiet):"…Tenchu mark…?"
He nods slightly.
Gojo:"It's… not something you'll find in textbooks."
A pause—
Gojo:"Most people don't even believe it exists."
You frown faintly.
Y/N:"Then how do you know about it…?"
A small pause.
Gojo's tone lowers just a little.
Gojo:"Fragments. Old records. Half-erased mentions."
A beat—
Gojo:"Nothing complete."
That doesn't feel reassuring
You look down at your hands.
Y/N:"…so you don't really know what it is…"
Gojo glances at you.
Doesn't lie.
Gojo:"Not completely."
Your steps slow slightly.
Y/N:"…and I have it."
Silence.
Then—
Gojo (steady):"Yeah."
You swallow.
Y/N:"…great."
A faint huff escapes him—
Not quite a laugh.
Gojo:"Hey."
You look up.
Gojo:"You're still here."
A pause—
Gojo:"That's already better than most."
It's not comforting—
But it grounds you.
They stop near the dorm.
The familiar building stands ahead.
You exhale softly.
Y/N (quiet):"…thank you… Satoru sensei… for today…"
He reaches out—
Lightly ruffles your hair.
Gojo (soft):"Rest."
A small smirk—
Gojo:"Try not to destroy anything in your sleep."
You almost smile.
Y/N:"…no promises…"
He turns.
Leaves.
And you walk inside.
Night — Your Room
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Moonlight spills across the floor.
Silver and still.
You lie down.
Turn once.
Twice.
Sleep doesn't come.
Y/N (muttering):"…why can't I just sleep…"
Your body is exhausted—
Heavy—
Drained—
But beneath your skin—
Something won't settle.
A pulse
At the back of your neck.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
A sharp throb.
Y/N (hissing):"Ah—!"
You sit up instantly—
Hand flying to your neck.
The mark glows
Faint.
But wrong.
Heat—
Cold—
Twisting together.
Your breathing quickens.
Y/N (panicked whisper):"N-no… not again…"
Another pulse—
Stronger.
Your muscles tense painfully.
Before panic takes over—
A voice.
Calm.
Right beside you.
Gojo:"…good thing I checked."
You barely react before he's there—
Sitting at the edge of your bed.
Blindfold still on.
Hair slightly messy.
Presence steady.
Y/N (breathing uneven):"Satoru sensei… it hurts…"
The teasing disappears instantly.
He gently moves your hand away.
Gojo (low, focused):"Let me see."
The Tenchu mark flickers under his gaze.
Unstable.
Gojo:"…yeah."
You frown weakly.
Y/N:"'Yeah' doesn't sound comforting…"
A soft exhale leaves him.
Not teasing—
Reassuring.
Gojo:"It's not dangerous."
A pause—
Gojo:"Just adjusting."
He places two fingers lightly against your neck.
Cool energy flows
Gentle.
Weightless.
The pain begins to ease.
Slowly.
Like a storm settling.
Y/N (whisper):"…it's calming down…"
Gojo (soft):"Yeah."
His fingers linger a second longer.
Not clinical.
Protective.
Gojo:"Your Tenchu mark's syncing with your energy pathways."
A small pause—
Gojo:"First nights are rough."
You breathe out slowly.
Y/N:"…so this is normal…?"
A faint smirk returns.
Gojo:"For someone with ridiculous potential?"
A weak laugh escapes you.
Y/N:"…you make everything sound dramatic…"
Gojo:"Because you are dramatic."
The glow fades.
Your body relaxes.
He withdraws his hand.
But doesn't leave immediately.
Gojo (quiet):"Try sleeping now."
You hesitate.
Y/N:"…will it happen again…?"
A small pause.
Gojo:"Not while I'm here."
That settles something deeper
You lie back slowly.
Y/N (half-asleep):"…you're not staying here all night… right…"
A faint smirk.
Gojo:"If needed."
You barely hear the rest.
Sleep finally takes you.
Next Morning
Sunlight filters in softly.
For once—
Sleep feels complete.
Until—
Gojo:"Rise and shine."
You jolt up.
Y/N:"WHAT—?!"
He stands at the doorway.
Holding two cups.
Completely unbothered.
Gojo:"Good morning."
Y/N:" sensei! You can't just appear like that!"
Gojo:"Actually, I can."
He walks in.
Hands you a cup.
Gojo:"Tea. Before you accuse me of anything."
You take it.
Avoiding his eyes.
Because—
You remember.
Last night.
His hand.
His voice.
Not while I'm here.
He notices immediately.
A smirk forms.
Gojo:"Why do you look like you remembered something embarrassing?"
Y/N:"I did not—"
You almost spill the tea.
Gojo (grinning):"Yeah. You did."
Y/N:"Stop reading my face!"
Gojo:"Can't help it."
You turn away.
Cheeks warm.
Y/N:"I was just… tired…"
He steps closer slightly.
Gojo:"Mhm. Sure."
Y/N:"sensei—!"
He laughs.
Light.
Easy.
Then taps your forehead.
Gojo:"How's the Tenchu mark?"
You pause.
Y/N:"…it flared up…"
He nods.
Gojo:"I know."
You blink.
Y/N:"You felt it…?"
Gojo (casual):"Of course."
Like it's obvious.
Like he always would.
A small silence.
Then—
Gojo:"Get ready."
You blink again.
Y/N:"For training already?!"
A grin.
Gojo:"No explosions before breakfast."
A faint smile finally reaches you.
Y/N:"…no promises…"
Gojo:"Troublesome."
Breakfast — Canteen
The canteen buzzes with soft morning noise.
Clinking cutlery. Low chatter. The smell of fresh food drifting through the air.
You sit across from Satoru, still waking up, absently stirring your drink.
He, on the other hand—
Looks fully energized.
Suspiciously energized.
y/n:Why do you look this awake in the morning…
Satoru Gojo:grinning over his sunglasses Because I'm naturally gifted.
y/n:That's not an answer.
Satoru Gojo:It's the only answer you're getting.
You sigh, taking a bite of breakfast.
Your body still feels slightly heavy from yesterday's exhaustion… but manageable.
Better.
Stable.
Satoru watches you carefully between playful glances.
A rare quiet thoughtfulness behind his usual teasing.
y/n:…What?
Satoru Gojo:Hmm?
y/n:You're doing that thing again.
Satoru Gojo:What thing?
y/n:The "I'm thinking something dramatic but pretending I'm not" thing.
Satoru chuckles softly.
Guilty.
Satoru Gojo:You're getting scary good at reading me.
y/n:Should I be worried?
Satoru leans back slightly in his chair.
Smile fading just a little.
Not serious-serious.
But close.
Satoru Gojo:Actually…
Yeah.
We need to talk.
Your fork pauses mid-air.
y/n:…That sounded ominous.
Satoru Gojo: Relax. No curses. No life-threatening drama.
Beat.
Satoru Gojo:Well… mostly.
He laughs, then finally straightens.
Eyes sharp now.
Focused.
Satoru Gojo:You're being transferred.