Megumi Fushiguro
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The dormitory of Tokyo Jujutsu High was almost always quiet at night. Only occasional footsteps in the hallway and the sound of wind against the windows could be heard. ’s room was right next to Megumi, and over the past few months, the two of you had gotten used to this strange kind of closeness: him — silent, constantly tired, disappearing on missions; you — the only person around whom he didn’t have to pretend everything was fine.
That night, was almost asleep when there was a quiet knock on the door. Not a proper knock, just one short tap — the way only Megumi ever did.
When the door opened, he was standing in the hallway wearing his black uniform, looking slightly disheveled and irritated. The dark circles under his eyes seemed worse than usual.
Gojo’s annoying again,he said flatly instead of greeting you. And that was it. No explanation. Without waiting for an answer, Megumi walked into ’s room and sat down on the floor beside the bed, resting the back of his head against the mattress. He smelled like rain, cold night air, and something metallic left over from training. He looked like he hadn’t properly rested in days.
You’re not gonna start lecturing me, right?he asked quietly after a long pause. Megumi knew wouldn’t force him to talk about his feelings or look at him with pity. That was exactly why he always ended up here after difficult missions or arguments with Gojo. Just sitting in silence beside someone somehow felt… calming.