The Wind Nexus was trembling.
Dark clouds churned overhead, swirling in violent gusts that tore through the sacred floating islands like a furious beast awakening from centuries of slumber. Lightning crackled erratically, illuminating the faces of the gathered elders—ancient beings with robes billowing wildly, eyes wide with dread.
"This is… unprecedented," one whispered, voice trembling like autumn leaves. "The storm is no longer just natural. It's alive. Consuming itself."
Arashi Kumon stood at the center of the Nexus chamber, her usual fierce composure strained. The place she had once called home was crumbling before her eyes, torn apart by a tempest that defied even the Wind Mother's will. The ethereal strands of the Nexus — the very essence binding her clan's spirits — were fracturing.
"It's because of me," Arashi said quietly, shoulders slumping. "If I hadn't been so stubborn, none of this would be happening."
Gojo, standing beside her, shook his head. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness that sent a flutter through the room. "Don't say that. We're all in this together."
Arashi's silver eyes met his, a spark of vulnerability shining through the storm's roar. "This is my burden. I have to fix it alone."
The elders' voices rose in unison, "Only a heartfelt wish can calm the storm! The Wind Bride must make the wish!"
Arashi swallowed hard and began walking toward the swirling maelstrom. The wind whipped her hair and robe like angry snakes, and the storm's howl drowned out all other sounds. Her steps faltered when Gojo grabbed her arm.
"If you go, I go," he said simply, voice firm.
She paused, startled. "Gojo—"
"No. You're not doing this alone."
Arashi tried to pull away, but he was surprisingly strong. His warmth was a stark contrast to the cold fury around them. "You're going to get hurt."
"Then we get hurt together."
Her lips twitched, despite the tension. "You're such a pervert."
"I'm a pervert with excellent timing."
With that, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. The world seemed to still for a heartbeat as the eye of the storm opened — a calm oasis amid chaos. The elders gasped; wind spirits ceased their violent dances and hovered like expectant children.
Arashi leaned back into Gojo's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart sync with hers. "I tried so hard not to love you," she whispered, voice barely audible over the gentle breeze. "But you make it impossible."
Gojo's grin softened. "Well, that's just inconvenient for you, huh?"
She turned in his arms, and with the storm's fury held at bay by their closeness, she kissed him. Soft at first, then more urgently, as if pouring years of hidden feelings into that one touch.
Lightning flashed, but this time it was different — bright and warm, not destructive.
The storm began to dissipate.
The elders, overwhelmed by relief and exhaustion, collapsed onto their robes. The sky cleared, revealing a brilliant blue canopy and a gentle breeze that carried laughter and joy.
Wind spirits, freed from their maddened frenzy, exploded into shimmering confetti — swirling ribbons of light that danced around the pair like celestial fireworks.
And then, as if by divine joke, a sacred bra — the legendary First Wind Garment — drifted down lazily, landing squarely on Gojo's head.
He blinked up at it, eyes wide. "So… does this mean we're dating now or still tied by magic rope laws?"
Arashi's cheeks flamed bright red. "Shut up, pervert."
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The elders began gathering themselves, whispering about prophecies and the future of the Wind Clan, but Gojo's mind was elsewhere.
He turned to Arashi, still flushed and flustered, and grinned. "Well, the storm's gone. What now?"
She smirked. "I guess we take the party back to the Earth realm."
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Back in their cozy apartment, the gang was reunited.
Suma immediately pounced on Gojo's shoulder. "Finally, back home! Now, explain the sacred bra on your head."
Gojo shrugged, still grinning. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Hiyori snorted, tossing a bag of chips at him. "Better tell us anyway."
Mizuki gave a serene nod. "Welcome back. The Wind Bride and her… chosen pervert."
Hikami rolled her eyes, but a small smile betrayed her amusement.
Arashi leaned against Gojo, arms crossed but relaxed. "I suppose the prophecy didn't end with disaster after all."
Gojo kissed her forehead, teasing, "Or maybe it just started."
Suma narrowed her eyes, pointing at Arashi. "Hey, don't hog all the attention, you wind slut."
Hiyori laughed, "She's got tenure for that now."
The apartment erupted in laughter and playful chaos — the perfect end to a storm that almost tore worlds apart.
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To be continued…
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