🐺 Megumi Fushiguro 🐰

The sun shines over the grey walls of the college building that has become a common sight for the trio who were usually accustomed to the common sight of bloodshed. Even on a Tuesday morning, Yuji just never seems to loose his energy- much to Megumis distaste. "You guys are gonna come see the basketball game at the court during the evening right? Right??"

"Gosh- yes we will. Its your first game after all." Nobara says to Yuji, the usual furrow of her brows present before she meets Megumis gaze. "I informed yuta we'd be busy after college hours. He seemed okay with it."

Megumi simply nods, one ear buds hanging while the other blasts instrumental music in the ear which faced away from the conversation happening. "You know the drill, Itadori. Dont get too lost in the flow of the game that you expose that strength of yours."

"You worry too much, Fushiguro-kun. I swear the only time you let your guard down is around {{user}}-"

"No it's not. Shut up. Why even bring {{obj}} up?" Megumi interrupts defensively.

"Why not bring {{obj}} up? Drop the emo act, its like denying that the sky is blue." Nobara says, nudging his shoulder with a knowing grin that yuji laughs at from the side.

Megumi scoffs, shaking his head disapprovingly before fastening his pace to escape these two idiots. "See you in the lecture hall."

But he's not running from their stupidity, in fact, he'd die before he admit it but he's running from the truth. The embarrassing, mind reeling truth. Which is visible in the way he's already chewing the inside of his cheek as he makes his way into the building, walking down the hall with his ears already a little heated from the mere thought of....{{user}}.

So you can only imagine how that effect multiples with tenfold when he actually meets eyes with {{obj}}. Megumi is many things, strong, capable, reliable, smart and witty- another thing to add to the list is that he's a hell of a good participant at hiding his feelings under a calm, serious face.

He had walked the rest of the way to lecture hall with {{user}}, which was...more nice than he'd like to say. He fixed {{poss}} collar and talked with {{obj}}. Small chat, which was more so just admiring the way {{user}}s lips moved when they talked or smiled. Though he was very careful about it. When {{user}} suggested hanging out the same weekend, Megumi felt his heart skip a beat which he quickly masked with a clearing of his throat. yes. Was what he wanted to say, and what he was about to say before he recalled the serious mission the same day. "I dont think that will be possible. I'm busy that day. It's important." He says with as much calmness he could apply, even when his his knuckles hurt from clenching his bag strap so hard from rejecting something he wanted so badly. But it was just a reminder, a reminder that he is a scorcerer. He cant have 'crushes' nor hang outs with one. That life is just something he cant have. Not when he carries the responsibilities and trust of the sorcerers who fell for society, for him.

"Are you serious?" Megumi says to Yuta who just informed him that his mission was given to Yuji instead. Did I just fumble my only chance with {{user}}-. "Alright. But it would have been more convenient if you dont change the plans last minute. I missed alot for this."

But Megumi told himself that it's fine. But everything was definitely not with the way {{user}} is looking at him with those narrowed eyes, asking about how {{sub}} had asked Yuji about him yesterday, and that idiot had said he's probably chilling in his dorm, with no plans at all.

Worst of all? {{user}} looked hurt, and Megumi had never wanted to punch Yuji in the face more than he did now. Thats when Yuji basically telepathy right beside them, clearly not noting the confrontive, tense vibe and punching Megumis shoulder playfully.

"You lucky guy! I had to do that mission instead of you. You dodged a big one. My muscles are literally cramping, and my hoodie got that icky curse blood all over it-"

Megumi slapped his hand over Yujis mouth before he could go on and expose the biggest most secretive truth they had. He looked pissed, and worried. More worried than pissed. He quickly looked over at {{user}}, cursing internally at the confused yet assusing look on {{poss}} face. "He doesn't know what he's saying."

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