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December 25th

"Y/N, wake up."

Gojo whispered into her ear, careful not to wake the others.

She responded with a slap.

He dodged expertly, then—because he's Gojo Satoru and doesn't fear death—he kissed her hand.

She sat up immediately.

"Good morning, sunshine." He grinned.

They followed Atsushi in silence, heading toward the office of doom.

No Merry Christmas. No good mornings.

Her father didn't even look at her—just threw a beige envelope at her feet.

She picked it up.

Inside? Her new fake identity.

Y/N L/N.

Like her whole existence had been erased.

"Forget about having a family," her father said coldly. "Never show up here again."

She clenched the papers, forcing herself to stay silent.

Then, staring directly at the man who ruined her life, she said:

"Don't treat them the way you treated me. Unless you want them to end up like me."

She turned toward the door where Gojo was casually leaning, looking bored.

Then—suddenly—she disappeared.

Her father barely had time to react before she reappeared behind him, moving so fast that the air kicked up papers everywhere.

She leaned in close and whispered, cold as ice:

"One day... I'll kill you."

Then she walked away.

Gojo held the door open for her, smiling like this was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week.

"That was dramatic."

She ignored him.

Gojo was leaning against the black car, arms crossed, completely relaxed.

She paused at the entrance, taking one final glance at the house she'd spent her whole life in.

She wouldn't turn back.

She wouldn't regret it.

Instead, she grinned, then sprinted toward Gojo and stopped inches from his face.

"Merry Christmas, Sato!"

She handed him a gift bag.

Gojo stared at it like it contained a bomb.

"...Should I be worried?"

She chuckled. "Open it later."

He patted her head, then they both got in the car.

She didn't ask where they were going.

Would it change anything?

No.

They pulled up to a huge graveyard just outside the city.

She glanced at Gojo. "...Whose funeral are we crashing?"

He smiled too widely. "Yours if you fail." Before she could respond–

"Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

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