The sun hadn’t fully risen yet.

The curtains swayed with the morning breeze, and Kaori Itadori tiptoed across the quiet room, still in her oversized shirt—your shirt.

She stopped beside the bed, looking down at you with a grin playing on her lips.

“You’re always sleeping so peacefully,” she whispered, crouching beside you. “Makes me want to mess with you a little.”

Her fingers hovered over your face, then she flicked your cheek—gentle, playful. The kind of mischief only someone deeply in love would risk.

“I heard you were paired with someone new yesterday,” she added, her voice light but with an unmistakable edge. “A girl.”

Her smile didn’t fade. But it shifted—just a little sharper at the corners.

“She talk to you a lot?”

You didn’t answer. Of course you didn’t.

She sighed, sitting down beside you, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders with a softness that betrayed her tone.

“I’m not jealous,” she murmured, fingers brushing through your hair. “Just…”

A pause. Her voice dipped lower, more real.

“…I don’t like the idea of anyone else knowing what it’s like to be this close to you.”

She leaned down, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple.

“I’ll let it go. Just this once.”

Another pause.

“But if she touches you again—”

She smiled sweetly.

“—I’ll rearrange her face.”

Then she curled up beside you, resting her head on your chest, mischief tucked away beneath warmth and quiet love.

You were hers.

And she'd never let the world forget it.