—A Dream Long Ago—
Rain crashed from the heavens in a cold, unrelenting torrent. The tiny girl crouched beside the shrine, shivering violently. Her black hair stuck to her cheeks, and her crimson eyes were wide with fear. She clutched her knees to her chest, whispering softly to herself.
"No one wants a monster… no one wants a fire fairy…"
The shrine's old bell clinked faintly in the wind, echoing her loneliness.
She didn't expect salvation. She didn't expect warmth.
But then…
A small shadow loomed over her.
She blinked up in surprise, teeth chattering. A white-haired boy, barely older than her, stood there holding a bright red umbrella. He wasn't afraid of her glowing eyes or the faint flickers of heat that danced around her fingers.
He just smiled.
"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice clear, gentle. "Here."
The umbrella lowered.
And warmth—not fire, but kindness—blossomed in her heart for the first time.
"…Thank you," she whispered.
He didn't answer.
He just stayed with her, letting the rain fall around them, sheltering her from the world.
That was the first time Hikami felt what love might be.
—Present Day—
Hikami sat up in bed with a gasp, her large breasts jiggling beneath the sheets. A thin sheen of sweat coated her flushed skin as she clutched her chest, heart racing.
"That dream again…" she murmured, brushing strands of crimson hair from her face. "That boy…"
She looked to her right.
Gojo was snoring face-down, half-naked, his towel twisted dangerously low around his waist. The blanket had slipped off during the night, revealing his toned back and one bare butt cheek.
Hikami licked her lips instinctively.
"…That smile," she whispered. "It was you, wasn't it?"
Suddenly, Gojo groaned and rolled over—right into her chest.
His cheek squished against her bare breast, his arm slipping around her waist like it was second nature.
"Mhmm… soft," he mumbled in his sleep.
"G-Gojo-kun!" she gasped, cheeks flaming.
She tried to push him off, but her hand slipped on the sweat-slick skin of his chest. Instead, she ended up accidentally straddling his waist, her nightgown riding up to expose her lacy black panties.
At that exact moment…
BANG!
The door flew open.
"GOOD MORNING—" Hiyori froze, her mouth agape.
Suma peeked around her shoulder—and immediately dropped her toast.
"GAAAAAH!!"
"WAIT—IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!" Gojo screamed, now very much awake and very much confused.
Too late.
Hiyori hurled a hairdryer at him with the fury of a thousand betrayed wives, and Suma tackled Hikami, trying to pull her off him while crying, "You succubus! He's ours too!!"
The apartment descended into chaos.
—Later That Morning—
The classroom was buzzing. Phones dinged, gossip flew, and desks were vibrating with the sheer force of scandal.
"You serious? Gojo lives with Hikami-sensei?!"
"No way… the hot new teacher?!"
"I heard they shower together—naked!!"
The moment Gojo stepped into the hallway, a wave of death glares washed over him from every boy in school.
"S-stay calm," he told himself, clutching his bag tightly. "Just don't make eye contact…"
Too late.
"YOU BASTARD!!" a jock from Class 2-B screamed, lunging at him.
"DIEEEEEE!!" another shouted, brandishing a mop like a katana.
Gojo sprinted down the hallway as fists, books, and an entire broom closet came flying after him.
Meanwhile, in the faculty lounge, Hikami sat cross-legged on the couch, sipping tea in a scandalously tight blouse and miniskirt, her massive cleavage proudly defying gravity.
"I don't see what the fuss is," she said with a smirk. "We're just housemates."
The male teachers wept openly.
—Rooftop, Lunch Break—
Gojo finally collapsed on the rooftop, face down on the concrete. His uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and his soul… crushed.
"I didn't ask for this life," he wheezed.
Hikami joined him a moment later, setting down a bento on his back.
"I made you lunch," she said sweetly.
He turned his head slightly. "You're not helping…"
Her smile faltered.
"Gojo-kun… do you remember… a girl you met at a shrine long ago?"
He blinked.
"Shrine? You mean that rainy day when I gave my umbrella to that lost girl?"
"Yes." Her voice was soft. "That was me."
His eyes widened.
"That was… you?"
She nodded, her voice trembling. "You were the first person to treat me like I wasn't a monster. The first warmth I felt."
His heart thudded. She wasn't teasing. She wasn't being sexy. She was being real.
"I'm not here for your power, Gojo-kun," she whispered. "I fell in love with you… that day."
Gojo sat up slowly, his hand brushing hers.
"Hikami…"
But then—
The air rippled with unnatural heat.
A tall, muscular figure stepped onto the roof, his crimson cape billowing, long fiery-orange hair burning like a wildfire.
"Found you, sister."
Gojo flinched. "Who the hell—?!"
Hikami's eyes widened in terror. "Dema…"
The man smirked, revealing sharp canines. "Playing house with a Spirit God, are we?"
"Leave him alone!" she snapped.
But Dema raised his hand, and fire danced in his palm.
"You were sent here for a reason, Hikami. To bind the Spirit God's power to the Fire Fairy clan. That was your mission."
"I never agreed to this!" she shouted, tears welling. "I just wanted to protect him!"
"You're weak," he hissed. "Pathetic. Falling for a human…? You'll destroy us all."
With that, he vanished into flame.
Gojo turned to her, stunned. "Spirit God? What's he talking about?"
Hikami collapsed into his arms.
"I didn't want you to find out like this…"
—That Night—
Gojo tossed in bed, his mind reeling.
Spirit God… Hikami's brother… the dream at the shrine…
Everything felt like it was crashing down.
Suddenly, he realized… he couldn't move.
Ropes coiled around his wrists and ankles. Silk scarves bound him to the bed.
"What the hell—?!"
Then, a sultry voice purred beside his ear.
"You looked so restless, Gojo-kun…"
Hikami crawled onto the bed, wearing only a red lace bra and matching panties that barely hid anything. Her eyes glowed faintly gold in the moonlight.
"I thought a little massage would calm you down."
Her hands trailed down his chest, slow and teasing. She leaned in, breasts pressing against him, lips brushing his ear.
"You're mine, remember?"
Her fingers slid lower, grazing his thighs, her tongue licking a bead of sweat from his collarbone. The heat between them swelled—intense, teasing, but never crossing the line.
And then—
Gojo gasped.
A white drop slid from his toe onto the sheets.
"…W-what did you just—?!"
Hikami smirked. "Just a little fire fairy secret."
She licked his cheek playfully and whispered:
"Sleep tight, Gojo-kun. Tomorrow… we'll fight fate together."
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[To be continued…]