[ the thing is— Megumi's already had this conversation. the one that goes like this: "don't bring Itadori Yuuji here, because i'll be really pissed if he shows up".
(fresh on the heels of Yasohachi, of realizations that a boy with the best of intentions is the singularity point in a wave of chaos; fresh off of weighing his own responsibilities, of thinking and re-thinking the events of the night when Yuuji tipped his chin up to the moon and swallowed that Sukuna finger whole.
the conclusion is always the same: do whatever it takes to keep Yuuji's happiness intact.)
the first thing Megumi thinks when he hears the muffled cadence of a familiar voice is that the town is fucking with him— wouldn't be the first time. no matter how still he keeps his pool of emotions, a claustrophobic place like this would have its ways to mess with his mind. he can't always account for everything.
but the doorknob turns, and he sees that unmistakable mound of strawberry-blond creep through the thin sliver of an open door. recognition hits him like a 500-ton freighter. ]
cw: embarrassing, 1/2
(fresh on the heels of Yasohachi, of realizations that a boy with the best of intentions is the singularity point in a wave of chaos; fresh off of weighing his own responsibilities, of thinking and re-thinking the events of the night when Yuuji tipped his chin up to the moon and swallowed that Sukuna finger whole.
the conclusion is always the same: do whatever it takes to keep Yuuji's happiness intact.)
the first thing Megumi thinks when he hears the muffled cadence of a familiar voice is that the town is fucking with him— wouldn't be the first time. no matter how still he keeps his pool of emotions, a claustrophobic place like this would have its ways to mess with his mind. he can't always account for everything.
but the doorknob turns, and he sees that unmistakable mound of strawberry-blond creep through the thin sliver of an open door. recognition hits him like a 500-ton freighter. ]