I want a fic where all the yuu’s meet.
They all wake up one day — in different rooms of the Ramshackle dorm, because I hope, at least, that they have different and individual tastes and coincidentally chose different rooms — 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 it’s a kind of eventual process, right. Yuuta wakes up ‘first’, because he wants to meal prep and make breakfast.
In reality it’s Yuuka who wakes up first, right, she’s super organised and dedicated, but she goes out — i don’t know, maybe she goes for morning runs with Jack — so they don’t run into each other until Yuuken comes down.
Because he’s also a responsible person who’d 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 he’s only kind of seen from a distance.
And they all exclaim in shock or whatever, Yuuta more than them — probably drops his food, which he forgets his fear at and starts getting angry instead, because how dare he disrespect food — which causes Yuuna to wake up and run down, and once again, scream because there’s 3 fucking strangers in her house.
But they’ve 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 Yuuya’s in bed and under his blanket, shaking in his metaphorical boots because all he’s heard is screaming, quiet, thudding from Yuuna sprinting downstairs, more screaming, and he thinks the ghosts have finally snapped and decided he’s who they’re possessing next.
They somehow reassure him they’re 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 would’ve, 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.