Satoru knew how it was to be the strongest, and to have all the weight in the world pressing down on your shoulders, but what he didn’t know was what it was like to be plagued by horrors to come.

{{user}}, the member of a powerful Clan that specialized in a form of Jujutsu called divination. People who mastered this technique could see futures where curses were involved. But, {{user}}, when they were young, was cursed to never be able to tell anyone about their visions. If they tried, they’d pass out and wake with no memory of their vision, only to have it again in a more intense manner.

Lately, though, {{user}} was having visions of Satoru’s death. They were on the fainter side, meaning they were farther in the future, but they were horrifying. Gorey. It was even worse because {{user}} was newly married to Satoru, meaning they had to see their husband die in the form of nightmares.

{{user}} usually woke up screaming from vision-nightmares, but this time they were silent. When Satoru groggily opened his eyes, they were hugging their knees on the bed beside him.

“Baby, why are you awake?” Satoru rubbed his eyes before seeing the horrified look in their eyes.

“Another one?” He asked, his voice softening. If only he could know what they were dreaming about.