You know that feeling when your day starts with coffee jelly and ends with a dozen mentally unstable strangers from different universes fighting in your local café?
No?
Good. Keep it that way.
"Alright," I muttered, sliding my chair back as the room finally—somehow—settled into a tense silence. "Everyone shut up and listen because I'm only going to say this once."
Denji raised a hand. "Can we snack during this or—"
Makima gave him a look. He lowered his hand.
"Let me break this down," I continued, scratching my head. "About an hour ago, I was stopping an asteroid from wiping out Earth. Again. But something went wrong. A glitch. The world flickered. I don't know why, but that moment ripped open a hole between dimensions."
I glanced at Kazuma, whose face still screamed, "Oops."
"Then he pulled my limiter, triggering a feedback surge. That psychic shockwave spread across dimensions and time."
"Wait," Subaru said, eyes wide. "That explains the memories! I thought I was going crazy again."
You are. But moving on.
"It didn't just merge timelines—it merged universes. Everyone here got yanked through a portal, and thanks to that limiter screw-up, you also got hit with memories from three years into the future. Even if those futures weren't originally yours."
Gojo raised a hand. "So we're basically in a multiverse-crossover-psychic-time-travel-fanfic scenario?"
"...Unfortunately, yes."
Kazuma blinked. "Wait, does that mean the future where I—" He stopped. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."
"That would be wise."
Senku leaned forward, chin resting on his steepled fingers. "So the surge acted like a ripple across space-time, synchronizing events from different universes. That would explain the shared displacement."
"Exactly," I replied. "It was like mixing multiple save files into one corrupted game."
Rudeus nodded. "Which means we're all technically... players in someone else's messed-up campaign."
"More like victims of a genre collision," Gojo said cheerfully.
Yuji frowned. "But why now? Why this moment?"
That was the real question.
"Someone—or something—wanted us all in the same place. Or maybe we're just pawns in a cosmic accident."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Subaru muttered.
Kazuma groaned. "So now what? Do we just... wait until another portal eats us?"
"No," I said flatly. "I'm going to find the source. Stabilize this mess. And then force every one of you back to your original world."
"Aw, but I was just starting to like it here," Denji said, biting into a random croquette from someone else's plate.
"That's mine!" Yuji protested.
Too late.
Before anyone could protest further, a new voice rang out.
Everyone turned.
A flamboyant figure strolled into the café like he owned the place—scarf billowing, grin wide, and aura oozing absurd confidence.
"RYUSUI NANAMI HAS ARRIVED!" he declared, striking a heroic pose. "And I demand bread. The finest bread in this dimension!"
Senku groaned. "Great. Of course, you made it through the dimensional mess."
"Naturally! A man of my caliber can not be bound by one world alone." He winked, then scanned the room. "Multiverse? Psychic interference? Curses and portals? Oh yes. I am so in."
Gojo leaned toward Saiki. "Who's this clown?"
"An egomaniac with a boat and a brain," Senku answered.
Ryusui smirked. "And desire, Senku. Don't forget desire."
"Join the club," Gojo muttered.
I stared at the newest arrival. He wasn't from any world I recognized.
Another variable.
Perfect.
More people from unknown universes meant the distortion was growing.
Which meant...
"We're running out of time," I said, standing up.
Toritsuka blinked. "What do you mean?"
I glanced around the room at everyone—magicians, madmen, cursed spirits, and geniuses.
"If more universes bleed into this one, the fabric of reality will collapse. I have to close the rift. But I can't do it alone."
Senku grinned. "Then we'll help."
Kazuma winced. "Can I not? I feel like I'll just trip again."
"Yes," I agreed. "Stay out of it."
Makima smiled softly. "This should be fun."
Subaru muttered something about checkpoints.
Shadow struck a dramatic pose again. No one asked.
And Gojo?
He just smirked.
"Alright, psychic boy. Let's save the multiverse."
Good grief.
"But first, a place, I can't have some idiots running out in the public eye." Saiki looked at everyone and stopped at Kazuma.
Another shout arised. "I WON'T SETTLE LESS FOR A PENTHOUSE" came from Ryusui.
Gojo, with a face of excitement, tried to nod but hesitated.
Is everyone just obnoxiously loud? And why a penthouse?
I glanced at everyone. "Any objection?"
Hands starts raising up.
Rudeus stood up. "Sorry, but where would we even get the money to pay the expenses? We just got here."
Ryusui laughed—a loud, confident burst that practically sparkled. "Money? My dear magical peasant, I bring economics across the world."
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