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"The Girl Who Fell From The past "
The sky split open like water tearing apart.
Juvia didn't understand what happened.
One moment she had been standing near Magnolia's river — the air cool, the sky familiar — and the next—
Noise.
Loud.
Metal.
Screaming.
And a city she had never seen before.
Tall buildings. Blinding lights. Strange smells.
"What… is this place?" she whispered, her rain instinctively forming around her.
A roar answered her.
Something massive crashed through the side of a building.
Not a demon.
Not a dark guild mage.
Something worse.
Grotesque. Twisted. Covered in blackened energy that felt wrong.
Juvia reacted on instinct.
"Water Slicer!"
Blades of condensed water shot forward—
But before they hit—
A voice cut through the chaos.
"Whoa there—!"
Too late.
Her attack curved midair and struck—
Not the monster.
A man.
White hair.
Black blindfold.
He took the hit straight to the shoulder.
There was a sharp splash — and for a split second —
Blood.
He slid back a few steps.
Juvia froze.
"…Gray-sama?"
The man touched his shoulder slowly.
Then smiled.
"Oh. You're not from around here."
Behind him, three curses lunged at once.
He didn't even look at them.
They stopped midair.
Suspended.
As if the space between them and him had stretched infinitely.
Juvia's eyes widened.
What kind of magic—
The white-haired man turned his head slightly toward her.
"You just hit me," he said casually. "That's impressive."
She stepped back, rain thickening around her body.
"You are a dark mage!"
He laughed softly.
"Nope. I'm the good guy. Mostly."
The creatures shrieked again.
He sighed.
"Okay. Quick explanation. I'm in the middle of exterminating those things. You dropped out of the sky and stabbed me with water."
Juvia's chest tightened.
"They are… demons?"
"Close enough. Curses."
One of them broke free and lunged straight toward her.
She didn't see it.
But he did.
In an instant—
He was in front of her.
Too fast.
So fast the air cracked.
His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her sharply to the side.
The curse's claws missed her by inches.
Juvia felt the warmth of his hand.
The steadiness of him.
"…!"
He looked down at her briefly.
"You're not trained for this world."
His tone had changed.
Less playful.
More focused.
He released her gently.
"Stay behind me—"
"No."
The rain surged violently around her.
"I can fight."
He paused.
Then smiled wider.
"Oh. I like you already."
The curse lunged again.
This time—
They moved together.
Juvia's water wrapped around one curse's limbs, restricting it.
He snapped his fingers.
The space around it collapsed.
Erased.
Another charged.
He stepped aside, and she sent a pressurized jet straight through its core.
It disintegrated.
The last one tried to flee.
He lifted two fingers.
"Domain—"
She grabbed his sleeve suddenly.
"Wait."
He glanced at her.
She lifted her hand.
The sky darkened unnaturally.
Rain poured violently.
Every drop sharp as a blade.
The curse was shredded midair.
Silence fell.
Only rain remained.
He stared at her.
"…You can alter weather patterns."
Juvia lowered her arm slowly.
"Juvia is a water mage."
He blinked.
"…Juvia?"
She looked at him cautiously.
"And you?"
He pulled down his blindfold slightly, revealing eyes brighter than any sky she had ever seen.
"Satoru Gojo."
She stiffened.
That voice.
That tone.
It hurt her chest.
He noticed.
"…You keep reacting to my voice," he said lightly.
She looked away.
"It resembles someone Juvia knows."
"Oh?"
A small smile curved his lips.
"I'm flattered. Hopefully he's handsome."
She didn't answer.
Later — Rooftop, Tokyo.
They sat on top of a building overlooking a city glowing in neon light.
Juvia hugged her knees.
"This world feels… wrong."
Gojo leaned back on his hands casually.
"It's not wrong. Just ahead."
She frowned slightly.
"What year is this?"
He told her casually :" its 2018 "
She went completely still.
"…That is impossible."
He tilted his head.
"What year are you from?"
She whispered : " X794 "
For once—
He didn't smile.
"…You're kidding."
She shook her head slowly.
Rain began to form again without her meaning to.
He sat up.
"Okay. Don't panic."
"Juvia is panicking."
"Fair."
He rested his chin on his hand.
"You didn't just change places."
He looked at her carefully.
"You jumped forward."
Her breathing faltered.
"…Forward?"
"Yeah."
He said it casually.
"As in, welcome to the future."
Silence.
The city noise below felt distant.
Her voice trembled.
"…Then Gray-sama… Lucy… the guild…"
He watched her closely.
"Everyone you know?"
She nodded slowly.
"They are… gone?"
He didn't answer immediately.
For the first time since she met him—
His teasing dropped completely.
"You're from the past," he said gently. "Which means your timeline hasn't caught up yet."
Her fingers trembled.
"This is not Juvia's time."
"No," he agreed quietly.
The wind moved her blue hair across her face.
He reached out — then paused.
"…Hey."
She looked at him.
His tone softened.
"You're not alone here."
For someone who joked constantly—
He sounded serious.
"If you fell into my city," he added lightly, "then I guess you're my responsibility now."
She stared at him.
That voice.
That warmth.
It hurt in a different way.
"…You speak like him," she whispered.
He smiled faintly.
"Then he must be someone important."
The rain finally stopped.
She looked out at the glowing skyline.
"…Juvia wishes to go home."
He stood slowly.
"Then we'll figure it out."
He extended his hand toward her.
Confident.
Steady.
"No promises," he added with a slight smirk. "Time travel isn't exactly in my job description."
A pause.
"But I am the strongest."
For the first time since she fell—
A tiny, fragile smile touched her lips.
"…You are strange."
He grinned.
"I get that a lot."
Juvia knew something was wrong the moment they descended into the city streets.
People didn't look at Gojo the way Fairy Tail looked at Gray.
They didn't tease him.
They didn't smile.
They stiffened.
Some whispered.
Some moved out of his path immediately.
A group of young sorcerers bowed slightly when he passed.
"Gojo-sensei."
Respect.
But beneath it—
Fear.
Juvia noticed.
He pretended not to.
A curse appeared suddenly in an alley ahead — massive, twisted, shrieking.
Before Juvia could even form water—
It was gone.
Not destroyed dramatically.
Not exploded.
Simply erased.
Like it had never existed.
Gojo hadn't even moved.
He just stood there, hands in his pockets.
The air around him shimmered faintly.
Juvia stared.
"…It did not touch you."
"It never does," he replied lightly.
She stepped closer, watching carefully.
Even the debris that fell toward him slowed… then stopped… hovering inches away from his body.
"…There is space between you and everything," she whispered.
He glanced at her, surprised she understood so quickly.
"Infinity," he said casually. "Nothing reaches me unless I allow it."
She felt something unfamiliar then.
Not fear of him.
Fear for him.
"A world that needs someone untouchable…" she murmured softly. "…must be a cruel world."
For once—
He didn't joke.
He only looked at her.
Then turned away.
They stood on a rooftop overlooking Tokyo.
He folded his arms.
"Okay. New rule."
She blinked.
"You can't be seen."
"…Why?"
"Because you're not from this timeline," he said calmly. "And because people here don't react kindly to unknown anomalies."
She tightened her grip on her sleeve.
"I am… an anomaly?"
He shrugged lightly.
"Technically? Yes."
Her shoulders tensed.
He noticed immediately.
"…Hey."
His tone shifted.
"Not a bad one."
He adjusted his blindfold.
"I just don't want anyone poking at you. Sorcerer politics are annoying."
She nodded slowly.
"So where will Juvia stay?"
He smiled faintly.
"With me."
Her eyes widened.
He raised both hands lazily.
"Relax. Hidden safe house. Personal property. No one knows about it."
A pause.
"And no one will."
The Hideout
It was quiet.
Modern.
Minimal.
Almost too clean.
Juvia stepped inside cautiously.
Everything felt unfamiliar.
No guild noise.
No warm wood tables.
No chaotic laughter.
Just silence.
She wrapped her arms around herself.
"This world feels… cold."
Gojo closed the door gently behind them.
"I told you. It's ahead. Not cold."
She didn't answer.
Her eyes moved over the space, uncertain, displaced.
Small.
Alone.
He watched her carefully.
That subtle trembling in her fingers.
She was trying to be composed.
He recognized it.
They sat across from each other on the floor.
He rested his chin on his hand.
"Let's review. You fell through a spatial tear. From the past."
She nodded.
"You don't know what triggered it."
"No."
"You want to go home."
"…Yes."
Silence.
He leaned back.
"Time distortion like that usually needs extreme energy."
Her brows furrowed.
"You think Juvia caused it?"
"I think something reacted to you."
She stiffened slightly.
Rain formed faintly around her shoulders.
He noticed.
"Relax. You're not cursed."
"…This place is filled with curses."
"Yeah," he grinned. "But you're not one."
She looked down.
"This hideout… feels lonely."
Ah.
There it was.
Not fear of monsters.
Fear of isolation.
He stood up suddenly.
"Okay, that's enough of that."
She blinked.
"…Enough of what?"
"Moody existential dread."
He walked toward the kitchen casually.
"You know what fixes cross-dimensional displacement anxiety?"
She stared at him cautiously.
"…What?"
"Terrible cooking and even worse jokes."
She blinked again.
"…Juvia does not understand."
"Good. That's the first step."
He pulled out two cups.
"Question. Do water mages hydrate more than average humans? Because if so, I have concerns."
She stared at him.
Silence.
He continued seriously:
"Also, do you short-circuit if you drink too much tea? Should I get you a dehumidifier?"
Her lips twitched.
Barely.
He saw it.
And exaggerated a dramatic gasp.
"Was that a smile? Did I just unlock the legendary Rain Empress smile?"
She looked away quickly.
"Juvia does not smile easily."
"Oh? Challenge accepted."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Tell me. Does this 'Gray-sama' guy make you smile?"
Her breath caught.
"…Yes."
He nodded slowly.
"Okay. So I just have to outperform him."
She blinked.
"That is impossible."
He placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
"Wow. Brutal."
And somehow—
She laughed.
Soft.
Clear.
Like rain hitting glass gently.
The sound filled the room.
He froze.
It wasn't loud.
It wasn't dramatic.
But it hit him unexpectedly.
Warm.
Direct.
Something in his chest tightened.
He hadn't expected that reaction.
She covered her mouth lightly.
"…You are ridiculous."
He swallowed lightly — hiding it behind a grin.
"Yeah. I know."
But his voice had lowered.
Just slightly.
"You should laugh more."
She didn't notice the shift.
He did.
And for the first time since she arrived—
He felt heat in his chest that had nothing to do with battle..
To be cont ..
Bella ♡