The apartment rooftop, usually reserved for drying laundry and sunbathing plants, had been turned into an impromptu battlefield. A blue tarp covered the concrete, the sky was clear, and the tension was thick.
Gojo stood barefoot on the rooftop, his Benikazuchi sword strapped across his back. The crimson-etched blade pulsed faintly with divine energy, as if aware that something serious was coming.
Across from him, Arashi Kumon tied her hair into a short ponytail. Her silver strands whipped behind her as the air itself responded to her presence. Wind circled around her feet like a playful pet ready to kill.
Suma, Hiyori, and Hikami stood near the stairwell exit, each holding snacks and a towel, as if unsure whether they were here to support Gojo or call an ambulance.
Note : Mizuki is out for shopping .....
Mizuki : Why Author is not giving me screen time ?
"Are you sure about this?" Hikami asked, scanning the energy levels. "Her Wind Pressure's rising. Gojo might get torn apart."
Suma crossed her arms. "He needs to prove himself. That Wind Fairy threatened my man."
"This is so exciting!" Hiyori bounced. "It's like a live anime!"
Back on the battlefield, Arashi cracked her knuckles. "Last chance to back out, noodle boy."
Gojo smirked. "Last chance to call a weather report, Hurricane Girl."
She laughed. "Cute. Try not to die."
She moved first.
A gust shot out from her step. She disappeared in a blur, reappearing behind Gojo with a roundhouse kick charged with slicing wind. He barely ducked in time.
WHOOSH! His towel fluttered dangerously.
"I'm not fighting half-naked!" he shouted, grabbing the edge.
"Too late!" Arashi smirked. She darted again, launching a flurry of jabs, each punch carrying cutting force. Gojo dodged sideways, his bare feet sliding against the tarp.
With a sharp yell, he unsheathed Benikazuchi.
The moment the blade touched the air, a low hum echoed across the rooftop.
Scarlet lightning snapped out from the sword, twisting like live wire. The clouds above darkened slightly, reacting to the Spirit God's power.
"Finally," Arashi grinned. "Let's see what that sword can really do."
Gojo struck forward.
Benikazuchi met Arashi's wind blade—an arc of slicing air shaped like a crescent slash—and for a moment the entire rooftop trembled. Wind and thunder collided with a roar that blew Suma's popcorn away.
"I JUST BOUGHT THOSE!" she screamed.
The two clashed again. Gojo swung in wide arcs, his red lightning tracing afterimages. Arashi countered with swift footwork and vortex-enhanced punches.
"Wind Dance: Cyclone Fang!"
She spun midair, kicking off her own pressure to send a blade of compressed wind toward Gojo.
"Benikazuchi Style: Crimson Echo!"
He swung horizontally. The thunderclap split her attack in half, the rooftop shaking from the discharge.
Smoke filled the air. Arashi dashed through it with her fists ready.
But Gojo was faster.
He parried her punch, stepped in close, and flicked the flat of Benikazuchi against her side.
ZAP!
A jolt of red lightning discharged. Arashi was sent flying backwards, skidding across the rooftop.
She coughed, sitting up with wild eyes. "Ouch. That actually stung."
She stood, wiping blood from her lip, chest rising and falling. Her top had slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing a jade tattoo that glowed faintly.
"You're strong," she muttered. "Stupid strong."
Gojo lowered his sword. "Had enough?"
"...Not even close."
She grinned.
She dashed in again, but this time Gojo caught her ankle mid-spin. With a quick twist, he flipped her over—and she landed with a loud THUMP on the tarp.
Silence.
Hiyori gasped. "She just got suplexed! By Gojo!"
Suma clapped, eyes sparkling. "That's my man."
Arashi groaned, lying flat on her back, arms spread. "Okay… maybe I underestimated you. Just a bit."
Gojo offered a hand.
She stared at it, then at him.
Something shifted in her eyes.
She took his hand.
He pulled her up, and she stumbled into him.
Face to bare chest.
Time paused.
"Why do you smell like cinnamon and stress?" she muttered.
"Why are you this close?!" he yelped, pulling away.
She chuckled, brushing her hair back. "You win today, Spirit God. But I'm not done yet."
Later – Apartment Living Room Chaos
Arashi had claimed the kitchen.
Wearing nothing but a wind-themed sports bra and boyshorts, she stood over a pot, stirring miso soup while humming.
"You're half-naked in my kitchen," Gojo muttered, face red.
"You fought me shirtless. Fair's fair."
Suma slapped a hand over his eyes. "Don't look at her!"
Hiyori giggled, setting plates. "She's kinda hot though. I'm not even mad."
Hikami sighed. "Another variable added to the household. At this rate, we need military protocol."
"Where's my bra?" Arashi suddenly shouted.
Mizuki, passing by, tossed it over. "Drying outside. It flew off during your cyclone kick."
Gojo looked at the ceiling. "Why is my life like this."
"Because you're hot and overpowered," Hiyori said.
"And too polite to kick us out," added Hikami.
Arashi slurped soup, then plopped next to him on the couch. Her thigh brushed his.
He scooted.
She scooted closer.
He scooted more.
She smirked. "Careful. If you run, I might chase."
His eye twitched. "Can someone explain what kind of warrior tests their enemy and then makes soup half-naked in their home?!"
Suma clung to him. "My fiancé is being corrupted by a gusty delinquent!!"
Hikami crossed her arms. "I vote for sleeping rotation schedules and separate bathrooms."
Arashi leaned back with a cat-like grin. "I vote for co-ed showers."
Chaos exploded.
Pillows flew. Hiyori accidentally groped Mizuki. Suma tackled Arashi. Gojo got smacked by a falling bra. Hikami tried to call for order—only to be dragged into the mess.
The night passed in total, semi-nude, spark-filled insanity.
And Gojo Kase, Spirit God of Thunder, sat in the center of it all...
...wondering if power came with a warning label.
Next Time: The Fire Fairy Prince Arrives?! Dema Hikami Declares War on Gojo's Apartment!