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Rumors had a funny way of changing. They rarely stayed the harmless little whispers they started as.
At first, they were easy to ignore, nothing more than quiet conversations exchanged between classes, students leaning toward one another with poorly concealed grins whenever Nurse Itadori happened to wander into the history department or whenever Mr. Fushiguro appeared in the nurse's office carrying a cup of coffee neither of them ever felt the need to explain.
Someone would whisper. Someone else would laugh. Another student would dramatically gasp as though they'd just witnessed a scandal. Then everyone would move on with their day.
Harmless. Silly. More amusing than anything else.
Yuji had never given it much thought. He was, after all, the sort of person who paid very little attention to gossip unless someone was actually getting hurt. If the students wanted to invent stories about teachers, he figured they would eventually get bored and find something new to talk about.
Except, they never did. Somewhere along the way, without anyone really noticing exactly when it had happened, the rumors quietly stopped sounding like rumors. They became assumptions. The kind people accepted so naturally that they no longer questioned them.
Yuji didn't notice the shift immediately. In fact, he might have continued missing it altogether if the assumptions hadn't started creeping into perfectly ordinary conversations. A second-year smiled far too knowingly one afternoon when Yuji mentioned he was going to eat lunch with Megumi. "Oh," the student had said with a grin. "Tell Mr. Fushiguro I said hi." Yuji hadn't thought much of it.
An English teacher casually poked her head into the nurse's office before a faculty meeting later that week. "Is the usual joining us today?" she asked.
Yuji blinked. "...The usual?"
She looked just as confused. "Mr. Fushiguro."
"Oh." Yuji had laughed. "Yeah, probably." The conversation moved on but the question lingered.
A few days later, the cafeteria staff began handing him two sets of chopsticks every time he stopped by during lunch, doing it so automatically that they never even paused to ask whether Megumi was with him that day. "Here you go," one of the lunch ladies said cheerfully, sliding the extra pair across the counter.
"...Thanks?" Yuji replied, accepting them without thinking. It wasn't until he reached the courtyard that he realized, Megumi had actually brought his own lunch that morning. "...Huh."
Then there was the faculty lounge. The copy room. The front office. Little moments that, on their own, meant absolutely nothing. Yet somehow, they kept piling up. Until one morning, while Yuji was sorting through paperwork outside the administrative office, the vice principal looked up from a stack of documents and spoke with the effortless casualness of someone commenting on the weather. "Mr. Fushiguro already picked up your mail but he missed this."
Yuji accepted the envelope with an easy smile. "...Thanks." He turned, walked three steps down the hallway then stopped so abruptly that the teacher behind him nearly walked into his back.
"...Wait." He slowly looked down at the envelope in his hands then back toward the office then somewhere off into the distance. Why had everyone suddenly started acting as though he and Megumi came as a set? And perhaps even stranger, why had it taken him this long to notice?
Three days later, the question was still there. It hadn't become some all-consuming mystery that kept Yuji awake at night, nor was it important enough to distract him from his work. But it lingered quietly and persistently. Like a song that refused to leave his head no matter how many times he tried to think about something else.
It drifted into his thoughts at the most inconvenient moments. While he organized medical forms into neatly labeled folders. While he restocked bandages, antiseptic wipes, and instant cold packs in the supply cabinet. While he waited for the copy machine to finish printing health questionnaires, absentmindedly watching the pages slide into the output tray one after another.
Every time someone smiled that strange little smile after mentioning Megumi. Every time another teacher casually asked whether he and Fushiguro were eating lunch together. Every time someone handed him two of something instead of one without even bothering to ask. Each moment was perfectly ordinary on its own.
Together, they were becoming difficult to ignore. Eventually, curiosity won. Not because Yuji believed the rumors. He didn't. He simply wanted to understand why everyone else seemed so convinced.
And there was only one person he trusted to answer honestly. Someone who had known both him and Megumi long before they became coworkers. Long before they became teachers. Back when they had simply been three exhausted college students surviving on convenience store food, caffeine, and increasingly questionable life choices.
Which was how, after the final bell rang and the hallways slowly emptied of students, Yuji found himself making his way toward the Student Support Office. The door was already open. Inside, the room looked exactly the way Nobara Kugisaki always insisted it didn't.
Organized chaos.
Shelves overflowed with books about adolescent psychology, conflict resolution, and mental health, squeezed together beside potted plants that somehow remained alive despite Nobara's repeated claims that she "absolutely forgot they existed." Colorful motivational posters covered one wall. A basket of stress balls sat beside a jar overflowing with individually wrapped candy meant for anxious students who wandered in between classes.
Case files were stacked in careful piles across one corner of her desk, while handwritten notes decorated an oversized whiteboard filled with appointment times and reminders for the week. Soft instrumental music drifted from a small speaker perched on the windowsill, blending comfortably with the quiet tapping of computer keys.
Nobara herself sat cross-legged in her office chair, reading through a student's file with a mug of coffee balanced dangerously close to a mountain of paperwork, a pair of reading glasses resting low on her nose. She didn't look up when the familiar footsteps stopped outside her door. Instead, without lifting her eyes from the page, she spoke. "You look confused."
Yuji froze in the doorway. "...How did you know it was me?" Yuji asked.
"Your footsteps," Nobara answered immediately.
Yuji looked down at his sneakers. "...Seriously?"
"No." She turned another page. "You sighed like someone who just realized being an adult ain’t easy."
Yuji stared. "...That's... actually pretty accurate."
A quiet snort escaped Nobara before she finally looked up, slipping her glasses onto the top of her head as she took one look at his expression. "You've been thinking too hard," Nobara observed.
"I have?"
"You've got your 'I'm about to ask something incredibly stupid' face."
"I have one of those?"
"You've had one since sophomore year."
Yuji blinked. "...That's concerning."
"It's recognizable."
"I don't know if that makes me feel better."
"It shouldn't." She leaned back in her chair, folded her arms, and studied him for another moment before one corner of her mouth curled upward into a knowing smile. "So," Nobara said. "What happened?"
Yuji wandered farther into the office before stopping beside one of the round tables reserved for student meetings, absently folding his arms across his chest as he searched for the right words. He looked unusually thoughtful, his brows drawn together in concentration, as though he'd been rehearsing the question for days and was only now realizing he still had no idea how to ask it. "...Can I ask you something weird?" Yuji asked.
Nobara closed the file she was reading. "When have you ever asked me something normal?" Nobara replied dryly.
Yuji couldn't even argue. "...Also fair." Silence settled over the room. Yuji opened his mouth then closed it again. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. He was thinking far too hard.
Long enough, in fact, that Nobara slowly put the student's file onto her desk and looked at him properly, studying him with a serious look. "Yuji," Nobara said.
"Hm?" Yuji answered distractedly.
"Spit it out."
He let out a quiet breath. "...Why does everyone keep assuming Megumi and I are dating?"
The office fell completely silent. Nobara stared at him. She didn't blink. For one long, suspended moment, it looked as though her brain had simply... stopped functioning. The pen she had been absentmindedly twirling between her fingers slipped free.
It struck the edge of the desk. Rolled once then dropped neatly into the pencil holder with a soft clink. She never took her eyes off him.
Yuji shifted awkwardly beneath the increasingly concerned silence. "...What?" Yuji asked.
Nobara blinked very slowly. Then she leaned forward, placed both palms flat against the desk, and looked at him with the extraordinary patience of someone explaining gravity to a particularly enthusiastic golden retriever. "...Because," Nobara said carefully, "you practically are, dumbass."
Yuji frowned so hard it looked physically painful. "...What?"
Nobara's jaw actually dropped. "...What do you mean 'what?'" Nobara repeated, sounding personally offended by the existence of the question itself.
"I mean..." Yuji began, gesturing vaguely in the air as though the correct explanation might materialize if he waved his hands enough. "We're friends."
For exactly two seconds, Nobara simply stared then she laughed. Not a polite little chuckle. Not the restrained laugh someone offered out of courtesy. She doubled over so abruptly she had to brace one hand against the edge of her desk to keep herself upright, laughter bursting out of her in loud, uncontrollable waves that echoed through the office.
"Oh my God..." She wiped at the corner of one eye, struggling to catch her breath. "You—" Another laugh interrupted her. "You are serious."
Yuji looked even more confused. "I am serious," Yuji insisted.
"I thought..." Nobara managed between laughs, "...I genuinely thought you were making a joke."
"I'm asking a real question."
"I know." That only made her laugh harder. She pressed a hand against her forehead, shaking her head in complete disbelief. "I know," Nobara repeated, finally managing to compose herself enough to look back at him.
She pointed at him with the pen she'd recovered from the holder. "That's the problem."
Yuji blinked. "...I'm still missing something."
"Oh, sweetheart." Nobara sighed the kind of sigh reserved for people who had spent nearly a decade watching the same train slowly approach the same station. "You've been missing everything."
Yuji continued staring at her with the unmistakable expression of someone who genuinely believed he had missed an important piece of information. "...Can you explain?" Yuji asked at last.
Nobara looked at him for a long moment. Then, very deliberately, pointed the pen directly at him as though she were about to begin the world's most exhausting presentation. "Gladly." She took a slow breath. "You literally spend more time with Megumi than you do with anyone else."
Yuji considered that. "...Oh."
Nobara's expression didn't change. "Yeah," Nobara deadpanned. "Oh."
Yuji frowned thoughtfully, still trying to understand why that was apparently a problem. "I mean..." Yuji began, shrugging one shoulder. "We work together."
Nobara stared at him. "You work together because the two of you deliberately applied to the same school after graduation."
Yuji blinked. "...Coincidence."
The room became very quiet.
Nobara lowered her glasses just enough to look at him over the rims. "...Yuji."
He had the decency to look mildly guilty. "...Mostly coincidence."
"No." She held up one finger. "You spent two months helping him apartment hunt."
A second finger. "You helped him move into an apartment that's literally five minutes away from yours."
"He didn't have a car," Yuji defended immediately.
"And somehow that became your lifelong responsibility?"
Yuji opened his mouth. "...Maybe?"
Nobara ignored him and continued. Another finger. "You grocery shop together."
"It's cheaper," Yuji replied.
"You meal prep together," Nobara continued.
"It saves time," Yuji replied without hesitation.
“You eat lunch together."
"We have the same lunch break."
"You leave work together."
"Our trains leave at the same time."
"You stop at the same convenience store every Friday."
"...They're having a sale."
"You text each other constantly."
"We just send memes."
"You know exactly how he takes his coffee."
Yuji blinked, genuinely puzzled by where this line of questioning was going. "...That's normal," Yuji said.
Nobara stared at him not with annoyance. Not even disbelief anymore. Just the quiet, exhausted expression of someone watching a train continue barreling toward a cliff despite every warning sign she'd ever put up.Nobara slowly closed her eyes. Counted to five then opened them again. "You know what he orders when you're not even there," Nobara said.
"...He likes consistency," Yuji replied.
"You know which brand of instant ramen he buys."
"He says the noodles have a better texture."
"You know his favorite season."
"...It’s autumn."
"Favorite color."
"...Green."
"Favorite convenience store onigiri."
"...Salted salmon."
"His blood type."
"...AB."
Nobara simply stared at him. "So do you," Nobara said flatly.
Yuji blinked. "...Right."
"You remember the exact date his teaching license came in."
"...He was really excited."
"You remember his mother's birthday."
"...I helped pick out her flowers."
For several long seconds, Nobara didn't say anything. Then, with the exhausted resignation of someone who had finally reached the end of her patience, she slowly lowered her head into her hands. "...You see absolutely nothing unusual about any of this?" Nobara asked, her voice muffled against her palms.
Yuji frowned, genuinely confused. "I just pay attention," Yuji said.
Nobara looked back up. "You pay attention to Megumi."
Yuji didn't understand why she kept emphasizing his friend's name. "...Yeah?" Yuji answered, as though that were the most obvious thing in the world.She looked back up.
"What about everyone else?"
Yuji blinked. "What about them?"
Nobara made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and complete psychological defeat. She pointed at him again. "Okay, new question. When was the last time Megumi was stressed?"
Yuji answered before she'd even finished speaking."Yesterday morning."
"...Excuse me?"
"He was rubbing the inside of his wrist while grading essays."
Nobara froze. "And how did you know he was stressed?"
Yuji looked confused by the question. "...Because that's what he does."
Silence. Absolute silence.
"...What?" Yuji asked.
Nobara blinked twice. "Yuji..." She spoke very slowly now. "As your friend. As someone who has known both of you since we were eighteen."
"I have never—" She emphasized each word with the point of her pen. "—seen. a. single. person. notice. that. except. you."
Yuji opened his mouth then closed it again. "...He's expressive."
Nobara's left eye twitched. "Megumi? Expressive?" Nobara repeated.
Yuji nodded earnestly. "...Internally?"
For several long seconds, Nobara simply stared at the ceiling. Then, with the exhausted resignation of someone appealing to forces beyond mortal comprehension, she slowly raised one hand toward the fluorescent lights overhead. "Thank you."
Yuji looked up as well. "...Who are you talking to?" Yuji asked.
"The higher power," Nobara replied flatly, "that has somehow kept me alive despite forcing me to spend the last eight years watching the two most oblivious men in Japan accidentally act like a married couple."
She lowered her hand and looked him dead in the eye. "And before you say anything..." She pointed accusingly at him one last time. "I was there. I watched this happen. You didn't wake up one day like this. You've been slowly becoming each other's favorite person since freshman year."
Yuji stood perfectly still. "...Huh."
Nobara groaned so loudly it echoed down the hallway. "There it is. The legendary 'huh.' I hate that 'huh.' Every life-changing realization you have starts with 'huh.'"
Yuji absently scratched the side of his cheek, his brows knitting together as he genuinely considered everything Nobara had just thrown at him. For a long moment, he said nothing, simply staring somewhere over her shoulder as though the answer might be written on the wall behind her. "...Is it really that obvious?" Yuji asked quietly.
Nobara didn't even need a second to think. "To everyone except the two of you," Nobara replied.
Yuji folded his arms across his chest. "I still don't see it."
Nobara closed her eyes. She inhaled slowly. The kind of deep, measured breath someone took when they were deciding whether to remain a reasonable adult or commit a felony. When she opened her eyes again, she had clearly chosen patience.
Barely.
Without another word, she pushed herself away from her desk and crossed the office until she was standing directly in front of him, close enough that Yuji instinctively leaned back half a step. "Yuji."
"Hm?" Yuji answered.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions."
"...Okay."
"What did Megumi have for breakfast this morning?" Nobara asked.
Yuji answered almost immediately. "...Toast."
Nobara nodded once. "With?"
"...Strawberry jam."
"What did he forget before leaving his apartment?"
"...His thermos."
"And what did you do when you realized?"
"I brought it to him after first period," Yuji replied, still not understanding where this was going.
Nobara pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't even surprised anymore. She simply kept going. "...When you caught that cold last month," Nobara continued, "what did Megumi do?"
Yuji didn't hesitate. "He came over."
"And?"
"He made soup."
"And?"
"He stayed until I fell asleep because my fever was making me dizzy."
Nobara waited. Yuji blinked. "...And?" She simply looked at him. The silence stretched. Then realization flickered, not understanding, exactly, but recognition that she was still waiting.
"...Oh, he watered my plants before he left."
Silence settled over the room. Nobara slowly opened one eye. "...Do you hear yourself?" Nobara asked.
Yuji frowned. "...He didn't want them to die."
There was another pause. Longer this time. The kind of pause usually reserved for processing catastrophic news. "Yuji."
"Hm?"
Nobara sighed, and for the first time since he'd walked into her office, there wasn't any teasing in her voice. Only fond exhaustion. "I have known both of you since our freshman year of college." She pointed a thumb toward her own chest. "I was there when you met."
Another finger joined the first. "I watched the two of you become friends." A third. "I watched those friendships turn into routines without either of you realizing it." Another. "I watched those routines become habits and then those habits became expectations."
She folded her arms now, shaking her head with a small, incredulous laugh. "Somewhere around our fourth year..." Her voice softened with the memory. "...the rest of us stopped asking where one of you was whenever only one showed up."
She spread both arms dramatically. "Because the answer was always..." A beat. "'Probably with the other one.'"
She laughed quietly to herself. "It became a running joke. If Megumi showed up somewhere alone, someone would ask where you were. If you showed up alone, we'd ask where Megumi was. And do you know what neither of you ever said?"
Yuji looked at her. "...What?"
"'I don't know.'" Nobara smiled. "Because you always knew without fail. Every single time.”
Yuji simply stared at her. Not because he thought she was wrong. But because, for perhaps the first time since this conversation had begun, he genuinely didn't know how to respond.
Across from him, Nobara let out a sigh so deep and profoundly weary that it sounded as though it had been building for the better part of eight years. She pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes for a brief moment, and muttered under her breath,
"Seriously..." When she looked back up, there was nothing but fond exasperation written across her face. "I honestly don't know how I tolerate the two of you."
Yuji blinked. "...We're that bad?" Yuji asked.
Nobara barked out a short, humorless laugh. "Oh honey," Nobara replied, "you're worse."
She stepped forward once more until barely a foot separated them, then poked him squarely in the center of the chest with one finger, emphasizing every word as though she were trying to force the realization directly into his brain. "The only people in this entire school—actually, scratch that—the only people who have known you for the last eight years who don't think you and Megumi are basically attached at the hip..." Another poke. "...are you."
Yuji opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He closed it again. For once, he couldn't think of a single argument. Because every explanation he'd been giving, to Nobara, to himself, to anyone who happened to ask, had always sounded perfectly reasonable.
We eat lunch together because it's convenient.
We buy each other coffee because one of us is already stopping at the café.
We walk home together because our trains leave at the same time.
It’s simple, practical, and perfectly logical. Except, standing there in Nobara's office, with eight years of shared history suddenly laid out in front of him piece by piece, another thought quietly slipped into the spaces between those explanations.
They hadn't started eating lunch together because it was convenient. Lunch had become convenient because, somewhere along the way, they'd simply stopped considering the possibility of eating apart. They hadn't started walking home together because they happened to catch the same train. At some point, without either of them consciously deciding it, they had begun adjusting their schedules so they couldcatch the same train.
The coffee. The grocery shopping. The Friday convenience store trips. The messages sent without thinking. The spare phone charger in Megumi's desk. The extra hoodie folded over the back of the chair in Yuji's office because Megumi always complained the nurse's office was too cold.
None of it had happened all at once. No single moment had marked the beginning. No conversation. No agreement. Just hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny choices made so naturally they had stopped feeling like choices at all. Their lives hadn't fit together because they were convenient. Their lives had become convenient because, little by little, year after year, they had quietly arranged them around each other.
The realization settled somewhere deep in Yuji's chest. Like a puzzle piece he hadn't even realized was missing finally sliding into place. He left Nobara's office a few minutes later, thanking her almost absentmindedly before stepping into the now-quiet hallway, where the afternoon sun stretched across the polished floors in long bands of gold.
Teachers were beginning to head home. The last few students drifted toward the front gates. Everything looked exactly the same as it had that morning.
And yet, for the first time in eight years, Yuji found himself noticing things he had never thought to notice before. Not because anything between him and Megumi had changed.
But because, for the first time, he was looking at it through everyone else's eyes.