[ something close to surprise flits across megumi's neutral features. then— something almost like offense. the sentiment is clear, even if he doesn't articulate it: "i don't want to hear that from you". yuuji is literally the last person on god's green earth that megumi wants to hear this from.

his brows furrow. it even looks like he might argue the point further, but he stops.

the tight line of megumi's lips settle. he chooses silence, and that voidspace sits in the air for a few beats, before he finally decides to break it. ]

Speak for yourself.

[ ok, that's close to "i don't want to hear that from you". but the point stands, and megumi briefly flicks his gaze to the side.

the telltale sign that he's not going to negotiate on this point. megumi, too, is stubborn.

(at the same time— he can't tell yuuji to think with his head, not his heart. he can't force that on someone who deserves to have it, that breadth of emotion. he will never tell yuuji not to care.

another thing that he won't tell yuuji: that death, too, is just part and parcel of being a jujutsushi. because yuuji shouldn't have become one, from the start.) ]

I'm still assessing this place. Taking it one day at a time. [ he's used to that. the harshness of his would-be anger dies before it can be directed at yuuji. ] Itadori.

You don't need to overthink it.