I want a fic where all the yuuโs meet.
They all wake up one day โ in different rooms of the Ramshackle dorm, because I hope, at least, that they have different and individual tastes and coincidentally chose different rooms โ and they head out, sleepily calling for Grim to wake up as they make their way down to wherever the kitchen in that dorm is.
And itโs a kind of eventual process, right. Yuuta wakes up โfirstโ, because he wants to meal prep and make breakfast.
In reality itโs Yuuka who wakes up first, right, sheโs super organised and dedicated, but she goes out โ i donโt know, maybe she goes for morning runs with Jack โ so they donโt run into each other until Yuuken comes down.
Because heโs also a responsible person whoโd realistically wake up in the morning. And just as he comes down and sees this stranger in what he assumes is his kitchen, another stranger opens the front door and accompanied by this tall, totally shredded first year heโs only kind of seen from a distance.
And they all exclaim in shock or whatever, Yuuta more than them โ probably drops his food, which he forgets his fear at and starts getting angry instead, because how dare he disrespect food โ which causes Yuuna to wake up and run down, and once again, scream because thereโs 3 fucking strangers in her house.
But theyโve survived overblots, so eventually they get it sorted and decide to explore the rest of Ramshackle to make sure no one else has appeared.
Meanwhile Yuuyaโs in bed and under his blanket, shaking in his metaphorical boots because all heโs heard is screaming, quiet, thudding from Yuuna sprinting downstairs, more screaming, and he thinks the ghosts have finally snapped and decided heโs who theyโre possessing next.
They somehow reassure him theyโre not going to eat him, end up at the rickety old table to eat the breakfast Yuuta barely managed to salvage, and instead of conversing like they wouldโve, they all collectively stare with increasing amounts of judgement at this blank-faced, NPC, nothing burger of a person who has Grim in their lap talking whenever they poke at literally nothing in the air in front of them.
And then they take over the school or something, maybe publicly execute Crowley, get the groveling they deserve from everyone who overblotted, and run off into the distance on horse-drawn carriages.