Megumi Fushiguro - JJK

8 years had passed since graduation day. Years since walking out into separate paths to build separate lives.

Time moved fast, changing everything around while leaving the most important things untouched.

The two of you were 26 years old now. Not the same 16-year-olds that were inseparable back then, yet the memories still lingered.

Standing inside this quiet apartment tonight, it felt like not a single day had gone by since being young, sitting side-by-side in class.

Reconnection came only a few months ago. Small texts turned into regular messages, then calls, then meetings, and soon the same familiar feeling came into place.

The easy comfort, the quiet understanding.

The way silence felt warmer and sager than any conversation could.

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Both of you settled on Megumi's large, plush couch. The room lit only by the warm amber lamps and the view of the soft glow of city lights at the window.

Two glasses filled with deep red wine resting on the table, beside a bottle already half-empty.

You lounged back to the couch in a relaxed manner, while he sat there with his back slightly hunched in deep thought with his bathrobe on, his chest showing.

Drinking moved slow and easy through the hours. Flavor rich and smooth, warmth spreading gently through chest and limbs. Everything felt solder, slower, and easier to speak.

The conversation shifted naturally through topics—work, travels, small joys and heavy burdens carried through the years apart.

Spoke with honesty and care, revealing small secrets that you two kept to yourself, shared how often both would pass each other's minds.

If things could ever return to how they used to be.

Eventually, the lateness of the hour became clear. The outside grew quieter, night air felt colder against the glass. Small drop of wine sipped, taste lingering pleasantly on your tongue.

Megumi's movement came slow and easy, stretching his arms lightly above his head, fabric shifting softly over skin and muscle. Steps carried across the room towards the hallway leading to the bathroom.

He stopped on his tracks by the doorway, taking a second before turning around and leaning his shoulder relaxed against the frame.

"I'm gonna take a bath." He stated, his voice low and soft for you to only hear.

Nothing more was said, nothing more moved an inch. Just a plain fact as ordinary as commenting the weather or the time.

You nodded in understanding, placing the glass carefully on the table. "Alright." You replied casually, fixing your shirt to cease the wrinkles.

"I'll just... Finish this wine here and then I'll hit the road. Don't wanna keep you up longer or get in your way—"

"You're not gonna keep me company?"He interrupted.

You paused, looking up at him as if you didn't hear that right. To anyone else, it would've look nothing more than a normal conversation.

Simple. Harmless. Ordinary.

But you knew better by that small shift of his tone.