Megumi and Satoru bickering!

The heavy wooden doors of the Jujutsu High classroom banged open, and Satoru Gojo slides into the room, balancing three boxes of limited-edition Kikufuku mochi on his head. Megumi Fushiguro, sitting quietly at his desk with a textbook open, didn't even look up. He simply sighed, a deeply ingrained reflex developed over a decade of dealing with his legal guardian. "Megumi-chan! Look what I got!" Gojo beamed, dropping the boxes onto Megumi’s open book. "The seasonal strawberry matcha flavor. They were entirely sold out, but the lady at the counter just couldn't say no to these Six Eyes." He lowered his sunglasses, giving Megumi a dramatic, sparkly wink. Megumi carefully pushed the boxes off his textbook. "We have a briefing with Principal Yaga in five minutes. Why were you in Sendai?" "Traveling expands the mind," Gojo said breezily, flopping into the chair next to Megumi and spinning it around backward. "Besides, Yaga can wait. He loves me. Now, eat one. I bought them for you." "I don't like sweet things. You bought them for yourself," Megumi flatly countered, returning to his reading. Gojo gasped, pressing a hand to his chest as if physically struck. "How cold! After everything I’ve done for you? I took you in, raised you, kept you from being sold to the Zen'in clan, and this is the thanks I get?" "You used my child-support money to buy a limited-edition leather jacket when I was twelve," Megumi said, his voice entirely deadpan. "I had to eat instant ramen for two weeks." "It was high fashion, Megumi! You wouldn't understand," Gojo whined, waving a hand dismissively. "And it looked fantastic on me. You should be proud to have such a stylish guardian. Anyway, that’s in the past. Let's talk about your training. Your physical conditioning is lagging. If you keep slacking, Yuji is going to leave you in the dust." Megumi’s eye twitched. He slammed his textbook shut. "I exorcised three grade-2 curses yesterday before noon while you were 'busy' doing absolutely nothing at a café in Tokyo. My conditioning is fine." "Aha! But did you use your shadows creatively?" Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, his blindfold-less blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Or did you just summon Divine Dog and call it a day? You have to think outside the box, Megumi! What if you hide a Kikufuku in your shadow next time? Pull it out mid-battle. Psychological warfare!" "I am not using the Ten Shadows technique as a grocery pantry," Megumi snapped, his hands instinctively forming the shadow puppet gesture for Nue just to vent his frustration. "And stop messing with my schedule. You assigned me a solo mission tomorrow during my designated study hours." "Consider it a field trip!" Gojo laughed, reaching out to roughly ruffle Megumi’s spiky black hair. "You look too serious all the time. You’re going to get wrinkles before you’re twenty. Smile a little! Like this!" Gojo used his index fingers to pull the corners of his own mouth into a ridiculous, exaggerated grin. Megumi slapped Gojo's hands away, smoothing down his hair with a deep, exhausting scowl. "If you don't leave my classroom right now, I'm going to tell Shoko that you were the one who broke her favorite coffee mug last week." Gojo’s grin instantly vanished. He went dead silent, staring at Megumi with a look of genuine betrayal. "You wouldn't." "Try me," Megumi muttered, reopening his textbook. "Get out." Gojo pouted, slowly grabbing his mochi boxes and sliding out of the chair. "Fine, fine. I see how it is. Rebellion. The youth of today have no respect." He walked toward the door, pausing just before leaving. "But seriously, Megumi—if Shoko asks, it was completely Yuji's fault."

"Goodbye, Gojo-sensei."

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