A/N: Now I know Yuji and Nobara are not canon in the manga, but this is a fanfiction and I've decided to make them a couple.
If you don't like this. We'll I don't know then.
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The air at the table shifted.
Tsurugi's chair scraped against the floor as his hand slid to the hilt of his sword, fingers tightening around the grip.
"And if that ever happened," he said coldly, eyes locked on Wasuke, "I would kill you myself."
Wasuke didn't flinch. Instead, a slow smile spread across his face, almost amused. "Oh?" he replied lightly. "You're awfully confident in yourself."
Yuka shot to her feet, panic flickering across her face as she waved her hands between them. "Please guys, don't fight!"
The tension hung thick for a moment before Yuka turned toward Wasuke again, forcing a smile. "Besides… I'm not worried."
Wasuke narrowed his eyes, the playful edge fading just slightly. "What? You think I wouldn't do it?"
Yuka shook her head gently, still smiling. "I believe you. I really do." She paused, her voice softening. "But I also know Grandpa Itadori would never turn his back on Jujutsu Tech. I've never met him myself, but the way Grandpa and Grandma talk about him… there's no way someone like that would ever betray it."
Wasuke stared at her for a long moment. The noise of the restaurant seemed distant now. Then he exhaled through his nose and smiled again, this time tired rather than smug.
"…I guess you're right."
He stepped back, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Well then, I'll be on my way."
Yuka's smile wavered. "We'll see you again sometime, right?"
Wasuke turned and waved lazily over his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah."
His hand paused on the door handle. He glanced back. "Oh, and Yuka? Tell Uncle Usami to stop trying to drag me back to Jujutsu Tech. It's annoying."
Yuka placed a hand on her hip, amused. "It's Usami-sensei to you."
Wasuke chuckled. "Whatever."
The door swung shut behind him, the bell chiming softly.
The moment he was gone, Tsurugi frowned. "I don't get why he wants to be begged so badly."
Yuka sighed, resting her elbows on the table. "Tsurugi… try seeing things from his point of view. If Grandpa were treated the way his was, you'd do the same. You know you would."
"…Whatever," Tsurugi muttered, turning toward the window.
Outside, Wasuke vaulted effortlessly into a sleek black Mercedes AMG, the engine roaring to life before the car peeled away from the parking lot.
Yuka suddenly appeared beside Tsurugi, covering her mouth with a smug grin. "Oh, Tsurugi~. You miss your best friend, don't you? I didn't know you were such a tsundere."
Tsurugi snapped his head toward her. "I'm not! I don't care about that guy!"
She laughed softly. "There's no point hiding it from me. I grew up with you, I know you better than anyone."
"Whatever," he snapped, standing abruptly. "We need to report to Usami-sensei instead of wasting time talking about useless things."
He headed for the door.
Yuka followed close behind, grinning. "Admit it. Admit it, Tsurugi. Come on~ admit it."
A vein popped on his forehead. "Shut up!"
The siblings exited the McDonald's, their voices fading into the Osaka streets, leaving behind an empty table and unfinished food.
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Elsewhere, far beyond Earth's atmosphere a massive spaceship drifted silently through a sea of stars.
Its interior was vast and solemn, metallic walls humming faintly with unseen power. At the center of the command chamber stood a throne-like chair, clearly crafted for a ruler. Beside it, a boy with green hair stepped forward. A single, unblinking eye sat embedded in the center of his forehead, faintly glowing.
Seated upon the chair was a man of overwhelming presence. Two massive horns curved from his head as he rested his chin against his palm, elbow propped casually on the armrest. His expression was bored, yet very dangerous.
"Cross," the horned man spoke, his voice deep and commanding. "Has the place we're going to been decided yet?"
"Yes, Dabura," Cross replied calmly. "It's a planet called Earth."
Dabura exhaled slowly, eyes drifting toward the star-filled window. "Earth… huh."
Another man stepped forward, bearing the same third eye upon his forehead. A confident grin spread across his face. "With you on our side, Dabura," he said eagerly, "we should easily crush whoever lives there and claim Earth as our own."
"Osuki," another voice interrupted sharply.
A boy who looked identical to Cross stepped between them. His tone was firm, almost reprimanding. "We agreed to honor Dura's dream. We are going there to find neighbors, not enemies."
Osuki spun toward him, fury blazing. "That's ridiculous!" he shouted. "We tried that already and look where it got us! Driven off our own planet, forced to flee like cowards!"
Maru stepped forward, his voice measured. "I understand your anger. Truly. But we can't let one failure destroy Dura's vision. We have to at least try."
Osuki clenched his fists, eyes darting between them. "Cross."
Then Dabura.
Neither answered immediately.
Cross finally spoke without turning around. "I'm willing to wait and see what happens."
Dabura glanced at Cross, then forward once more. "Then I'll follow Cross and Maru's suggestion."
Osuki's expression twisted in rage. "This is ridiculous," he snarled, turning sharply on his heel. His footsteps echoed angrily as he stormed out of the chamber.
Moments later, an older man entered. His head was oddly shaped, smooth and rounded, almost like a thumb. He possessed two normal eyes and a third eye set firmly in the center of his forehead. As he passed Osuki, he paused briefly, glancing back at him before continuing forward.
"Jabalomo," Maru said with a smile. "You're up."
Jabalomo let out a long yawn. "Yes… I had a very nice rest."
"I'm glad," Maru replied.
Jabalomo tilted his head. "What's got Osuki so angry all of a sudden?"
Maru lowered his gaze. "A conflict of interests. I understand his frustration… but I want to honor Dura's dream."
Jabalomo smiled warmly. "Don't worry yourself too much, Maru. He'll come around." His expression softened. "I just hope the people on our next destination aren't as terrible as the Deskunte's."
Maru turned toward the massive window, stars stretching endlessly before him. "…I hope so too."
Back on Earth—
Wasuke pulled into the parking area of a luxurious high-rise, the building towering into the night sky. He shut off the engine, stepped out, and made his way inside.
The elevator ride was silent.
At the 100th floor.
The doors slid open to reveal an expansive penthouse, bathed in soft lighting and refined elegance.
Wasuke stepped in and stretched his arms. "Man… that was tiring."
He walked to the fridge, grabbed an apple, and took a loud bite as he wandered toward the living room. Dropping onto the couch, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
The screen lit up with a group of girls working out in the skimpiest outfits ever.
He grinned. "I caught it just in time."
"Oh, Wasuke," a gentle voice said behind him. "You're back."
"—!?"
Wasuke nearly jumped out of his skin, fumbling with the remote as he scrambled to shut the TV off. His heart pounded as he turned around.
Standing there was a serene, beautiful older woman, her presence calm yet commanding. She smiled knowingly at him.
"…Grandma?" Wasuke managed weakly.
Nobara Itadori stood before him, eyes locked onto her grandson.
Still smiling.