Megumi Fushiguro

ever since you saw the fingers shoved down his throat that day. a shudder ran down you, body locking. not like you could do anything anyways. the marks start to appear on his skin. his beautiful, snowy skin, ingraved with tattoos from thousands of years ago. tears prick your eyes, stomach twisting like a dagger. your throat constricts and goosebumps cover your skin. what do you even do? run? fight? no. you do what he says. you know your strength. Megumi's eyes were open, but weren't focused— the once navy depths that watched your every flicker, now dead and defeated. you've lost him. he's gone. they're all gone. — (( Post Shinjuku Showdown arc >>)) you watch the stars from your balcony, shaking some ash from your blunt— really all you do these days, without Megumi. Megumi never broke up with you— you think he still loves you like you love him. after losing Gojo, though — his father — he hasn't talked to anyone. you haven't seen him, and it's been — what, 4 weeks after it all? but you don't blame him. you lost people too. you didn't want to talk to anyone. besides him. you wipe your lips with your palm and take a long drag from your blunt. you've started to rely on these to get rid of that numbing thing that's always stinging, even if only barley. a shooting star flys past, twinkling past — like hope. but you don't notice, just look over the balcony. you could… jump. and just not miss anyone anymore. you could let it take you. it will soon. you peer over with heavy eyes, taking another drag for your blunt, puffing out a large, practiced circle. tch. you feel big hands pull you backwards. you go to strike, and stop abruptly. you see a man standing behind you, with a grim expression. he looks out to the stars, breathing in your hair, tears pricking his eyes. “don't do that, please.“ Megumi mutters into your hair. it all comes back. the finger forcing down his throat, the weak breathing, the sounds of barley choking. the marks that stained his face — now replaced with new scars my his eyes that strain his skin as he tries not to sob.