Waking up...

"It's freezing in here." I cursed silently, laying on a mattress fully encased with quilts. The room I found myself in was quite spacious, making me uncomfortable in contrast to how old it looked. It reminded me of the few times I used to visit my grandmother. An old school wooden bench thing that if opened, would most likely reveal toys from my artificial childhood.

Everything from the wardrobe to the old wooden floor was ancient. The small glass window with small little curtains endeared me, making me smile contently. I theorized the time to be in the 1980s to 70s, although I wasn't sure. However, I was sure about one thing.

Even in all these blankets, I was still cold as fuck.

Positioning myself in a fetal position, I had to think about what happened just now. I met Azathoth, the king of the Outer Gods. Going by many damn names. Sleeping Chaos, Him in the Gulf, Nuclear Chaos.

This God took an interest in me, reincarnated me, and gave me three wishes. Now that I think about it, wasn't it supposed to be asleep or the cosmic apocalypse will happen or something? I closed my eyes and shook my head in contempt. "You got to be kidding me" I mused. Now I had the abilities of Gojo and Sukuna, and I had no clue how to use them. yet. but it seems as if my new life is deciding to make itself apparent.

"Yumi!? Breakfast is ready! Come down here or I'm coming up there!" A feminine voice shouted from downstairs. It sounded predominantly of British descent, very eloquent and structured. She sounded young to tell you the truth, like she would maybe be in her late 20s at most, but with an air of maturity and poise. At that very moment, I instantly got up. Almost shattering the bed in two due to my new strength. 'Damn. from just getting up a little too fast?' I mentally shrugged. Granted, I did request both of their abilities, but color me slightly surprised that their overall physical strength piled on top of each other, making it even more problematic to think about regulating my strength in the future...don't want to accidentally break a kid's arms. 'Or in an even worse case, completely tearing them off' I blanched.

Getting completely out of bed to look at the damage, I cringed. 'It seems the wooden bedframe is fucked. The only thing holding it upright is the metal under it, which is bent a little... Yeah, I'll need to do strength training fast. Sighing for a moment, I turned to look at the mirror on the nightstand and I almost jumped at my reflection. Blue extremely captivating eyes peered interestingly right back at me. Minuscule clouds seemed to orbit within them, almost mesmerizing me.

My hair was a mess of white dreadlocks that cascaded down to my shoulders. It was like a halo. I raised my shirt to find the same black tattoos Itadori acquired during his time as Sukunas vessel. The frankly muscular body briefly reminded me of Sukunas constitution in the golden ages. 'So strong! My muscles feel so dense, I feel so energetic. It's as if I know what I can do and my new body is itching with anticipation.'

I found it amusing that the tattoos were placed everywhere but my face, contrasting with my honey-brown skin. I brushed my countenance in wonder. 'Perfectly symmetrical' I didn't have any blemishes or bumps. It was like I was one of those models I'd see in magazines. It felt surreal. Although I looked... younger? maybe around 14? My strength doesn't seem affected at all, but I wonder why I would have to be younger in this world. Looking on my nightstand I noticed a peculiar note and a pair of headphones sitting idly, seemingly waiting for me. I picked up the note-

"Hey, I hope your transition was smooth. Left a magical pair of headphones that will let you see all the music you've ever listened to in your mind to choose and play. I enchanted them myself, so it comes with the most divine audio you'll ever grace your ears on. Have fun in your new life!'

-Signed, The God Of Chaos

My mouth hung open in stupefaction. Really? This Guy hyped up this "gift" like it was another power or something... but I was fond of music in my past life...

"Yumi!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by the young-sounding voice. I hurriedly threw my covers on my bed and instantly booked it down the stairs.

I was first greeted with the smell of toast idly cooking in the toaster, which I would guess is my mother patiently waiting for the timer to reach its end. She turned to look at me, smiling warmly. I widened my eyes.

She was perfect. Deep blue eyes appeared to tell you a story, almost as if you were staring at the Pacific. An interminable sea of happiness and warmth. short and curly jet-black hair full of zeal and tenderness.

Her complexion was symmetrical, the exception being a tiny mole at the corner of her eye. Her ebony skin looked incomprehensibly soft, almost fragile to the touch.

As she gazed at me, I once again felt how much love a mother can have for her child. "Good morning Ma, You cooked for me?" I uttered in sarcastic surprise. I looked at the plates full of food. Wafts of the aroma of breakfast filled the air. Bacon, Eggs, Sausage, Hashbrowns. It was all there, sitting on the black and shiny stovetop. I managed to wander around, acclimating myself to the house. My mother walked over to the sink to clean up after herself. As she did, she made a funny grunt at my words, mumbling something sly under her breath.

The kitchen extended its extravagance into the living room, A dividing wall, adorned with mirrored panels and accented with golden filigree, separates the spaces while maintaining an open atmosphere. The living room boasts plush velvet sofas in rich jewel tones, arranged around a glass coffee table atop a plush, handwoven rug.

The kitchen's marble motif was mirrored in the living room through a grand fireplace, its mantel impressing me. Since it was the 1980s I theorized. Above it, an expansive mirror that created an illusion of space and grandeur, reflecting the sparkling chandeliers and the overall lavishness of the room.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, dressed in opulent drapes of deep burgundy and gold, allow natural light to cascade onto the living room's luxurious elements. The walls are adorned with artwork that reminded me of the Victorian era.

As the kitchen blends seamlessly into the living room, the spaces shared a sense of affluence. The aura of amenity resonates throughout, creating an ambiance that is not just visually stunning but also a testament to an era where excess was embraced and indulgence was celebrated. I perked up at my mothers sudden outburst, clanging the heavy pans in frustration.

"Don't look at me like that! You don't eat that much and you know you need your energy for today. My babies going to Hogwarts for the first time~" The woman cooed, walking over to give me a warm embrace.

Hogwarts was all she needed to say. I was in the world of Harry Potter. My excitement was peaked. Maybe the God sent me here to learn control over my frankly broken set of abilities, and placing me in a magical castle full of kids was an irritating and effective method. Ugh, Kids are assholes.

Maybe my initial plan to just end Voldemort as quickly as possible was defeating the purpose. It also isn't like we don't have amusing opportunities with the females of this world. Heh, but the fact that I have to watch them grow up made me feel uneasy.

"You don't have to worry about me, Mama! I made sure I could be ready. It's a magical castle!" I beamed in childish enthusiasm. My mother's smile grew wider, kissing my cheek. "Don't say that and demand to come back home to Mommy! You know you were always a Lil Mama's boy." She pinched my cheek after, much to my contained chagrin. I returned the kiss as she let me go, laughing at my darkened cheeks.

This God must think it has a sense of humor. I'll make sure to knock him down a peg when I become an Outer God. I sat and ate my breakfast quietly as my mother started upstairs, probably packing away my clothes before we left that afternoon. It honestly is jarring to have a Mother again, but I wouldn't say I didn't like it. A small smile snuck up my features.

'Thank you, Chaos.'

Understanding what I can about this world is indispensable, especially when you overlooked the fact of your Mother being a witch. So Imagine my shock when she used wandless, and I repeat, wandless magic to move her books of spells to my trunk. I arrived upstairs half in jest trying to see what my mother was packing, but it turns out the woman wasn't packing at all! She was waving her hands around as the clothes efficiently moved from one side of the room to the other. From the closet to the trunk that seemed to occupy infinite amounts of space. What was it called again? Extension Charm? I'm pretty sure... The woman turned around and must've seen the incredulous look I was giving her.

She giggled cutely as she finished "As soon as you were born, I wanted this household to be a wandless one. Pretty soon Yumi, you will learn of the limitations a wand provides."

I smirked inwardly as if anyone had to tell me that. I always found it illogical to rely on a stick for magical efforts, especially when wandless magic was so rare and obscure. Although the most powerful spells allowing you to separate the soul from your target are hard to imagine casting wandless, Even more so when it applies to me...

Wait...can she? Food for thought.

I nodded, finally making my smile present. "That's so cool Mama!" I started playing with her hand with childlike wonder. Truly, I was genuinely impressed. My mother kneeled to my level height to look me in the eye "Yumi, this is what I hope for you in the future. The strength to not worry about the safety of the people you care about. I'm not going to be here forever baby-" I frowned, "One day I might not be there to protect you. It's up to you to be able to grow stronger from hardship, protecting the people you care about. I've failed once, and I can't fail with you." She caressed my hair, cupping my cheek, looking at me with an air of seriousness I'd never experienced in my previous life.

"Walk tall, Son."

This woman uttered these words with such finality, such grace. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blue orbs that resembled mine. We lingered like that for an extremely fleeting time, my mother seemingly not desiring to let me go.

She gave me one last look before she told me to go play. Most likely trying to console me before I ended up so far away from home.

Honestly, she never had to worry about that. Tch! Hopefully, this kind of thing doesn't happen when I meet other people in this world. Azathoth loves his cheek from time to time.

Not wanting to dwell on it more, I took my endeavors to the wilderness outside, Mother saying to not venture out too far and she'll call me when it's time to leave. I smiled. Perfect.