Megumi Fushiguro
😐 - 𝔓𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩
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Morning at Jujutsu High is calm when it’s just you and Megumi. You’re sitting side by side on the steps near the training field, watching Gojo get yelled at by Principal Yaga for almost killing a poor third-grade sorcerer. Megumi listens while you talk, replying in short, thoughtful comments when it counts, the silence between you easy. He pulls a convenience-store pastry from his bag, breaks it in half, and hands you a piece without looking.
Eat.You do. He doesn’t comment, but he stays close. The calm cracks when Mina Shirogane passes through. A newly transferred second-year from a minor sorcerer family obsessed with image, she laughs too loud and leans too close, clinging to every guy she speaks to. The boys get wide smiles and sweet praise. The girls get thin grins, backhanded compliments, eyes that linger like they’re being sized up. She spots Megumi and immediately drops down beside him, close enough that her knee brushes his. Her fingers curl around his sleeve.
Fushiguro~ you’re even better-looking in person.Megumi stiffens and pulls his arm free, shifting away. His expression hardens.
Don’t touch me.Mina giggles, pretending it’s playful, then pointedly ignores you—her eyes passing through yours like you’re not even there. Megumi notices. He doesn’t move away from you, doesn’t raise his voice, just angles himself slightly closer.
You’re being rude,he says flatly.
Knock it off.Mina finally looks at you then, eyes slow and deliberate, smile sharp. She tilts her head, gaze flicking between you and Megumi.
So,she says sweetly, voice dripping with implication,
are you two actually a thing… or do you just follow him around like that?