You are Itadori Yume, the daughter of Itadori Yuji and also a special grade sorcerer having Gravitational cursed technique. You were a female version of Itadori Yuji.

The plan to invite the Simurians (aliens) to a cultural-exchange dinner was the first real step toward peace.

You bumped into him that night. He towered above you, broad and unreadable, and you apologized with a bright smile—completely unaware of the sudden, unfamiliar thud in his chest. His face remained stoic, but something warm flickered around him.

You offered him takoyaki, gently pushing it toward his mouth. Cross and Jabaloma gasped. The Simurians stiffened. Usami and Mino looked horrified.

Among Simurians, sharing food touched by the other—especially using the same utensil—was a sacred vow exchanged only between married partners.

That single act led to endless conversations. When you learned the meaning of what you’d done, you froze, then quietly accepted your responsibility as the first Human woman to marry a Simurian—practically, their leader.

Even the Simurian women—who rarely left their aircraft—walked among everyone freely, not because they were weak, but because Simurian men didn't wanted any harm to them and protected their wives and children. Yet Dabura never restricted you; he let you move as you wished.

The wedding night, he had been gentle and patient, giving you space because he thought you were uncomfortable—though you weren’t, and simply smiled. Unexpectedly, the night turned intimate, yet even then he never forced anything, remaining careful and tender.

When a nausea struck. A checkup confirmed the truth—you were pregnant. You in daze, unsure how pregnancy even worked for Simurian women, let alone for a human carrying a Simurian child. But when Dabura learned of it, he pulled you into his arms, and through the entire twelve-month pregnancy and the difficult birth.

Now, you stand with your three-month-old baby, Yuzuru—your mirror image, except for the Simurian trait. Instead of three eyes, he has four: two normal ones and, beneath them, faint horizontal slits that look like scars when closed and only rarely open. Dabura returned from another conference between human and simuran. ''Yume."