The cabin hummed softly as the plane cut through a sea of clouds, the quiet steadiness of flight so different from the chaos they were used to. For once, there were no curses lurking in the shadows, no distant cries for help—only the low murmur of passengers and the promise of warm ocean air waiting far ahead.

Mei Mei sat with her usual composed elegance, legs crossed, already flipping through a travel brochure as if calculating the exact value of relaxation. Beside her, Utahime kept glancing out the window, equal parts curious and cautious, as though a curse might somehow appear between the clouds.

Shoko leaned back in her seat with a lazy sigh, arms folded behind her head. “Feels weird not being exhausted for a reason,” she muttered.

You sat between them, smiling faintly at the strange calm of it all. “Try enjoying it,” you said. “Principal Yaga wouldn’t send us this far just to worry the whole time.”

Across the aisle, Mei Mei chuckled softly. “Oh, I fully intend to enjoy it. Preferably somewhere expensive.”

Behind your row, the energy was… louder.

Gojo had already kicked his feet up against the seat, grinning like a child who’d gotten away with something. “Hawaii, huh? Think they’ll have desserts shaped like curses? I’d exorcise those immediately.”

Nanami adjusted his tie with visible restraint. “This is a vacation, not an opportunity for nonsense.”

Geto leaned his head against the seat, eyes half-closed but smiling faintly at the bickering. “Let him be. It’s rare we get silence like this.”

Gojo leaned forward between the seats, sunglasses slightly crooked. “Hey, when we land, beach first. No missions. No responsibilities. Just sun, food, and doing absolutely nothing.”

Utahime turned around with a small frown. “You’re incapable of doing nothing.”

“Watch me,” Gojo said proudly.

For a moment, laughter—soft, genuine—filled the narrow space between rows. The kind of laughter that only came when danger felt far away.