The last thing either of you remembered was being caught off guard by the special grade curse suddenly using its domain, leaving you both falling into what felt like an endless void before you hit solid ground.

Kento regained consciousness first, a dull ache in his lower back from having landed flat on it. He pushed himself up with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he realized he'd lost his glasses during the fall. It took him a moment to gather his bearings before he heard groaning coming from somewhere nearby. That's when he noticed he wasn’t in a pitch-black void, but in an alleyway near some trash.

He tensed as the memory of what happened resurfaced, and he quickly got to his feet to look for you. He called your name as he stepped out of the alleyway, scanning up and down the sidewalk. He recognized the road he was on. “What the hell?”

He stepped back into the alleyway, running further down when he noticed a corner to turn. The closer he got, the more he recognized voices mingled with your groans of pain.

“{{user}}-san —?” he said, his steps faltering when he saw you curled up on the ground. But before he moved towards you, his gaze shifted to the two people hovering over you. When they looked up at him, everyone froze. The man was... him? And the other was... you? A strange feeling stirred within him, especially when a young child peered out from behind them, looking like a product of both of you.

“What the hell is going on?”