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He’s normal. He’s a normal high school student— he doesn’t need to be involved with their woes. Their troubles, their everyday lives. They are pretending, it’s not a lie. It’s the fabricated truth to keep him safe. To keep him out of this painful, dull, sadness-filled world. Megumi sighs, twirling his pencil as he listens to Gojo drown on and on. It’s nothing important– it’s his latest fashion update. Kugisaki oohs and aahs while her smile turns sinister. Megumi rolls his eyes before turning to the window once again. Thinking of the pink-haired boy who they stumbled across on their last mission. Wrong place wrong time– Megumi wasn’t the one to stumble or stutter over his words. His thoughts jumbled as he attempted to form a sentence. His tongue had been heavy as he tried to untie his knotting stomach. His knees trembled as the boy peered around him at the two cursed hounds.
Normal humans can’t see curse spirits.
Though something on the boy’s face screamed he could see the hounds a step behind Megumi.
“What’s his problem?”
“Boy trouble,” Kugisaki snorts as she snatches Gojo’s phone off the desk.
Megumi sighs, long and loud before turning his gaze back to the most annoying people in his life.
“If you must know, I’m thinking about how that guy knew what we are,” he says.
“You mean the pink-haired boy from the last mission?” Gojo asks, leaning against his desk.
Megumi nods while leaning back in his chair kicking his long legs onto the desk. Kugisaki hums as she snatches Gojo’s phone from his desk. Gojo doesn’t budge as he focuses his attention on Megumi.
“What makes you think he knows what you are?” Gojo asks, propping his chin on his open palm. Kugisaki curses as she locks herself out of Gojo’s phone while Megumi leans his head back. His gaze focused on the ceiling as he mulls over his thoughts from earlier. He couldn’t sense any curse energy coming from the pink-haired boy. His gaze was focused on the curse hounds, tracking their wagging tails.
“I thought he could see the Divine Dogs; his eyes didn’t leave them behind me. I tried so hard not to ask if he could see them. I didn’t sense any curse energy coming from him… Something doesn’t feel right,” Megumi mutters, scratching his chin.
Gojo hums as he mulls over the case notes that Megumi and Kugisaki left on his desk. Kugisaki had no interest in their conversation as she attempted to crack Gojo’s password.
“If you feel there’s an issue, kid— look into him, you can. You shouldn’t let it fester, trust your gut,” Gojo finishes before he plucks his phone from Kugisaki’s grasp. Humming, Megumi nods before turning back to the window. He should let the thought go, move on, and leave the worrying in the dust. However, his thoughts remain on how the pink-haired boy’s wide eyes. How they sparkled in the sun rays and the tilt of his head like a golden retriever.
“Yeah. maybe I will,” He muses before dropping his legs. He moves to stand as Kugisaki whines to Gojo as Megumi heads for the door. Lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t acknowledge the yelling behind him. Gojo’s never been wrong before, he should listen to his gut. Nodding, his decision is made as he heads for his dorm. He’ll head out tonight and follow the pink-haired boy around. Nothing weird, he just needs to know if the boy can see cursed energy. It could be a flunk or a trick on the eyes– he needs to be sure there isn’t something else to this.
***
“You’re crazy,” Kugisaki mutters as she follows behind him.
“I didn’t invite you nor did you need to follow me,” Megumi shoots back as they continue down the dim alley.
Kugisaki huffs but falls silent as they turn the corner. Megumi thought everyone would be at dinner when he slipped out the door. He should have known Kugisaki would have swung by to pick him up for dinner. He forgot to check his messages before opening his door. He should have left through his window but thought he was in the clear. She demanded to know where he was going. When he didn’t give a good enough excuse, she wouldn’t budge from his doorway. He cracked under pressure and told her to get her ass moving or they would be caught.
He didn’t want to sign out with Gojo or Nanami about where he would be. He didn’t need a paper trail because if his thoughts were true then Jujutsu High would step in.
“You’re lost in thought; you really think this kid can see cursed energy?” Kugisaki breaks the silence.
Groaning, Megumi runs a hand through his hair, “I’m unsure. Normally I wouldn’t care about these things, but something feels off.”
He sees Kugisaki nod out of the corner of the eye as they walk. Their footsteps are light and soft in the fading summer rays. Megumi hears Kugisaki snicker before falling silent again. She didn’t have to tag along with him, she could have gone to dinner. She’s a pain in his ass, but he does appreciate that she didn’t brush him off.
“You’re right, you normally don’t care about anything. I’m curious to see how you handle this. You were only here for one of Sukuna’s fingers, but now you’re back in Sendai for some boy, ” She taunts as they stop at the opening of the alley.
Megumi throws her a glance before he turns back to the road. He remembers the boy chatting about a cafe that sells the best fruit parfaits. The pink-haired boy had been talking to his friends before Megumi and he collided. Megumi had mourned that cup of coffee, though he was grateful not to spill it on himself or the guy. The cursed hounds had been following closely for a scent of Sukuna’s missing finger. Kugisaki heard the entire conversation through her earpiece. The embarrassment flooded Megumi as he stumbled over his words. Swallowing, Megumi shakes the memories as he catches sight of the cafe.
“C’mon, the guy talked about that cafe. We can start there, he bragged about how good the sweets were,” Megumi mutters, nodding towards the place.
“I love how you remember this random guy talking about food, but you can’t remember anything about yourself. I cannot wait for this to unfold, maybe you finally found someone,” Kugisaki teases.
Rolling his eyes, Megumi follows her to the cafe. Hopefully, they won’t see him, and she won’t follow him next time he goes.
Next time?
There won’t be a next time, after this he will settle his curiosity and move on. There would be no next time— this would be put to rest tonight and they would move on. Opening the door, Megumi glances around the cozy, little cafe. Students fill most of the tables, studying and chatting with fellow classmates. Megumi nods to an empty table as Kugisaki zeros in on the menu.
“Do you want anything?” She asks as they pick their way through the crowded tables.
“A black coffee, I’m not hungry,” He sighs as he drops into the empty chair.
“You’re so boring, Fushiguro. Your
boy
raved about the fruit–”
“I regret bringing you here,” He waves her away so he can watch the room. She gives him a rude gesture before walking away. Megumi huffs but crosses his arms as he takes in the cafe. Warm, dim light fills the small room. The sound of clicking keyboards and hushed conversations fill his ears. Straining his hearing he tries to catch the voice he heard the other day. He didn’t see a mop of pink hair when he walked in. He could have missed him when he was browsing over the menu. He doesn’t have the same interest in sweets as the boy does, but he is curious. Scratching his chin, he watches Kugisaki order their drinks. Her face lights up as the barista recommends a drink. Chuckling Megumi turns his attention to the room again. Sometimes he wishes his student life could be like the ones in the cafe. He wishes to take Chemistry and statistics and play some mundane sport. Sometimes he wishes that he could be living an ordinary life– something like Nanami-sensi used to do before he came back. Shaking his head, he slams the lid on those thoughts. The festering thoughts that would plague him in the night.
“Your little friend– he stops by the cafe every night around this time with a group of friends. He should be here soon– although, they are unsure because they haven’t seen him in a few days,” Kugisaki interrupts as she slides into the open seat.
“How did you find that all out over a five-minute conversation?” Megumi asks, incredulously.
Smiling, Kugisaki flips her hand over her shoulder, “You should try being nice to people— If you were nicer people would be open to talking to you.”
“I’m nice, just not to you,” Megumi mutters.
Laughing, Kugisaki pulls out her phone and scrolls while Megumi taps his fingers on his forearm. He can’t help his leg jittering under the table. A nervous habit of his while he waits. He has a good cover story for Gojo or whoever asks. They weren’t successful in their last mission for the missing Sukuna finger. He did stumble across a lead when he was reviewing the case files with Gojo. He didn’t voice it because he wasn’t sure how it would be pertinent to their recent case. He didn’t want to sound the alarms if his lead happened to fall through.
“What do you think about this outfit?” She flips her phone around to show Megumi.
“The last time you asked me this, you told me I had shit taste in fashion,” Megumi says as he watches the door, not sparing a glance at her phone.
“I’m not taking that back, but I need to know if you like the colors. You’re the closest to Gojo-sensi and I want to be sure I get him the right color scheme. I asked Maki and she laughed in my face,” She pouts while thrusting the phone into his face.
Pushing the phone back, he glances at the picture. The shirt read “BEST ADOPTIVE DAD EVER”. A snort threatens to come out, but he coughs to cover it up. The color of the shirt is a bright baby blue and would match Gojo’s eyes.
“Why are you buying this?” He asks. The bell above the door chimes as a group of teens file in. Raising his gaze, Megumi picks out a head of pink hair. Turning his head, he watches as the by glances around the room. His gaze travels over Megumi to the empty table to their left. The pink-haired boy nods to the boy and girl he walked in with. The girl pushes her glasses up before turning for the counter. The boy points to the bathroom as the pink-haired boy moves for the open table. He reaches the table beside Megumi and Kugisaki and drops his bag on the floor. Kugisaki raises her eyebrows but doesn’t say anything because the barista drops off their drinks. Megumi turns in his seat and nods to the barista. A small smile takes on his lips as he smells the strong coffee. Normally, a cup of tea would be his nightly drink but tonight he feels will be long.
“You got a fruit parfait?” He notices the treat on their table.
“Hey, I heard I needed to try it. I wouldn’t travel all the way here without tasting this!” She exclaims as she settles into her seat. Snapping a quick picture, she picks up her spoon and digs into the sweet treat.
“She’s not wrong, they are the best in the whole city,” a voice calls from behind Megumi.
Kugisaki smiles wide and wicked, like a cat that got the cream. Megumi turns his head to catch big brown eyes smiling at him. Turning his gaze down, Megumi attempts not to draw attention to himself.
“That’s what I heard; someone hyped it up. We just had to travel here to find out,” Kugisaki kicks his shin, but Megumi grinds his teeth.
He said nothing about indulging in conversation with the boy. Biting back a groan, Megumi nods to the guy and turns back to Kugisaki. She smiles smugly before digging back into her sweet treat. Megumi rolls his eyes as he reaches for his phone to pass the time. He planned on listening to the boy’s conversations– not interacting with him. He should have fought harder to leave Kugisaki back at school. The boy pulls out his homework while Megumi tilts his phone to watch and listen. He hopes he doesn’t look weird; he’s trying desperately to keep a low profile. He doesn’t need anyone to think he’s a weird stalker. He can’t explain the undying curiosity about this boy. Kugisaki had been right, Megumi never cares what others are involved in. He keeps to himself and cares about his missions.
“You heard about that haunted house, yeah, Itadori ?” The girl with glasses says as she slides into the seat.
Megumi stops scrolling to glance at Kugisaki. This is the lead he read about in the case report. The supposed haunted house has many dead bodies in its closet. Megumi nods to Kugisaki who glances up from her food. She grabs her phone to gather notes about the haunted house. Megumi tilts his head to listen to the duo behind him.
“We’re getting the band back together!” Another voice joins the table behind them.
Snorting, Megumi hides the smile behind his phone as he listens to the trio chuckle about the silly saying. He scrolls through his phone, checking social media apps but not paying attention to what he’s seeing or liking. Megumi normally lurks on posts or comments, barely interacting with his friends.
“This is the last time we’ll be together before Yuji leaves us– plus we wanted to see the silly abandoned building before he left town,” The girl smiles lightly.
Interesting.
Megumi tilts his head, closing his eyes as he thinks about the pink haired boy– Yuji behind him. He’s not the one to care about others, Megumi keeps to himself. He cares about the people around him, but he doesn’t ask questions. Something is different about the boy behind him. He wants to ask questions; he wants to open the door and understand all there is to the boy. Shaking his head, Megumi tunes back to the group behind him. Repositioning his phone, he catches the three of them with their heads bent over the pink-haired boy’s phone.
“ It’s only a few kilometers from here. We can cut through the back of the building to the boiler room. Legend says there’s a wooden box back there– hidden from everyone else. Says that it can never leave the building or the curse that’s attached to it will follow whoever comes into contact with it ,” Yuji finishes reading.
“You cannot believe that garbage, can you?” The guy laughs.
“C’mon guys, I know it sounds weird, but stranger things have happened! One last time, for old times' sake! The band is back together!” Yuji cheers, earning a shush from the other cafe patrons around him.
“Sorry, sorry!” He stages whispers back.
Megumi catches Kugisaki's gaze as she looks up from her phone. The rumor of the finger is true, they have been searching for Sukuna’s finger for ages. They finally have a solid lead, hopefully this lead is creditable. Huffing, Megumi throws back the rest of his black coffee before pushing his chair out. Kugisaki mourns her sweet treat but follows Megumi through the winding tables. Glancing back, Megumi catches a molten brown gaze following him out the door. The heat of summer kisses his cheeks as they step out. The door closes behind them with a soft chime as they fade into the shadows.
“The building is up on the left down a few kilometers. On this forum, it does say the passer byers have felt heavy emotions. With the overwhelming energy in the city, I’m sure cursed users couldn’t find it. Since we have a solid lead and know where to look–”
“Alright, let’s head out before it’s too late. We all have a test for the first period, if we’re late we could lose more than half the points,” The girl says, pushing the door open.
Megumi curses under his breath as the trio turns to the left, chatting about their studies.
“So much for doing this ourselves!” Kugisaki cheers smugly.
“Stop enjoying this,” Megumi says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
She chuckles, but they fall into step behind the trio. Quiet, letting their steps be masked by the chatter and blending into the shadows of the fading sunlight.
***
“I don’t know about this,” Kugisaki mutters, staring up at the building.
Megumi and Kugisaki stand behind a dumpster as the trio stare up at the creepy, boarded-up building. Itadori standing closer to the basement door as his two friends hang back. The sun disappeared from the sky about twenty minutes ago. The moon rising but providing light for them to see. Itadori holds the flashlight in his mouth as he picks the lock on the old door.
“We need to stop them,”
“How do you plan on doing that? ‘Hey, we overheard your conversation in the cafe! You need to stop what you’re doing, or you might end up dead,’ because that’s going to go over so well,” Kugisaki snarks.
“I really should have kept you back at school,” Megumi sighs, face-palming.
“Follow my lead,” Kugisaki says before Megumi could interrupt.
Stumbling forward, Kugisaki throws her bag over her shoulder as she juts her hip into the dumpster. Startling the trio and Megumi as she smiles sheepishly.
“Sorry! We didn’t think anyone else would be here– we’re filming a documentary on this creepy building! We wanted to check it out before we needed to come film,” Kugisaki finishes, shaking her arms over her head.
“A documentary? You look a little young to be on a film set,” the girl offers behind her friend.
“You’re making our job easier by picking the lock for us, Kugisaki here is shit at picking locks,” Megumi jokes as he ducks out from behind the dumpster.
“Hey wait, weren’t you two in the cafe behind us?” Itadori questions shining the light over to them.
“Small world, isn’t it? We were grabbing something small before we came here. We didn’t think you three would be following us here,” Kugisaki offers.
Itadori squints at them but shrugs his shoulders.
“The more the merrier, means we can split up looking for the hidden gem in here,” The guy offers, shakenly.
“What hidden gem?” Megumi asks dumbly.
“We’ll talk more once I pick this lock, nothing seems to be working. I think it’s jammed,” Itadori sighs, dropping the lock.
Megumi shrugs and passes the other two while Kugisaki chats them up about the fake film. Standing beside Itadori he waves the boy out of his wave. Placing himself between the lock and Itadori he reaches for the lock. Pulling for cursed energy, he yanks hard once, twice, thrice on the lock and it comes free. Snapping the loop and falling to the ground with a loud clunk. The door hinges and groans as Megumi pulls the door open.
“How did you do that? I’ve been at this for ten minutes!”
“I’m the one that picks the locks, c’mon. Tell me about his hidden gem,” Megumi holds the door as Itadori enters.
***
They lost the coin flip so Megumi and Kugisaki are searching the first and second floor. Itadori and his friends are searching the basement and boiler room. Megumi grinds his teeth, he should have pushed harder but Itadori held his ground. Cursed energy hums in the building, oozing from the walls as they walk. The hair on the back of his neck stands as they walk the dimly light hallway. His Divine Dogs walk in front of them, noses high and low searching for Sukuna’s finger. Megumi could have sworn that he felt the energy in his bones as they stood at the entrance of the basement. But Itadori had been persistent in searching the boiler room.
“You should have pushed harder,” Kugisaki voices his thoughts as they walk as if she’s reading his thoughts.
“Shut up, I know I should have but I didn’t have a good enough excuse. I didn’t see you coming up with anything,” Megumi shoots back.
Kugisaki huffs but falls silent as they walk. The Divine Dogs pause, ears low on their head, teeth bared, and tails low.
“No, not now,” Megumi mutters, throwing up his hands.
“This is what I’m talking about, I needed to test my abilities. I was afraid I'd get rusty,” Kugisaki smiles wickedly.
Squinting into the hallway, Megumi catches movement as it shoots into the side room. Scraping against the walls pulls his attention to the left.
“You go left, I’ll go right, then we’ll catch up. Play it safe,” Kugisaki whispers, following the sound to the other open room.
Nodding, Megumi whistles softly, pulling the attention of the Divine Dogs. Creeping forward, he listens for the scraping sounds but he’s met with snapping and hissing. Sweat drips down his back as he creeps along the wall. The beast wasn’t huge, the hissing continues as he paces his footing. Slow and easy, he didn’t need to rush in. He doesn’t want to call the attention from downstairs or others surrounding the area. Breathing deeply he counts to ten before circling the corner.
“ Mine, dollar, mineeee, give-e me-e-e, ” A stomach clenching voice moans.
Cursed spirits never are pretty.
They are terrifying.
A sleeping nightmare that becomes a walking nightmare.
Bone chilling, rage inducing, the monster from under the bed.
Megumi gulps, before releasing the Divine Dogs.
“
Mine-e-e, you can’t HAVE,
” Venom dips from the beast's lips.
The Divine Dog listens for Megumi’s signal, creeps forward. Saliva dripping from sharp canines, watching, waiting.
“Now!” Megumi utters.
Leaping the Divine Dog sails through the air, unhinging its jaw. The cursed energy screeches as delicate but strong canines sink into its body. Purple blood splash over the wall as the dog shakes it, the worm collapsing. Megumi smiles but freezes when he hears a piercing scream from behind him.
Kugisaki.
Itadori.
Itadori’s friends.
“Go, go!” Megumi calls, sprinting for the door.
***
Panting Megumi places his hands on his knees, catching sweet precious air. Running through the abandoned building wasn’t on his list of to-do’s this evening. Nor did he think he would be following three random teenagers to this supposed haunted house for Sukuna’s missing finger. He should have stayed home, eating dinner with the other first years then crawling into bed. Surrounded by plush blankets then letting the sweet release of sleep pull him into a dreamless night.
“Megumi, we have to get out of here before they find us,” Kugisaki pants, scrubbing her face from the dirt and grime.
Nodding, Megumi pulls himself up right groaning from the aching in his ribs. He shouldn’t have skipped training the last two days. Maki will definitely be forcing him to run more laps later this week for slacking. Glancing behind him, Megumi sees the Divine hounds holding the cursed energy in their jaws. Wagging their tails for catching a late snack to devour later. Smiling slightly, he pets both their heads before turning to face the darkened doorway. They haven’t heard from Itadori ’s group since they went to the basement to check out the boiler room. Straining his eyes, Megumi attempts to listen for any noises. Footsteps, chatter, breathing— anything to signal that the group would be close.
“I don’t hear anything,” Kuigsaki mutters, glancing at the ceiling, eyeing the flickering light above their heads.
Nodding again, Megumi turns to the door as the black Divine hound disappears leaving the white Divine’s ears perking up. Megumi doesn’t have a chance to react before he is blinded with bright light and a wide smile.
“Hey! It’s you guys– Fushiguro and Nobara!” Itadori calls, smiling widely.
Itadori could rival the sun itself with his smile. Flashing bright white canines as he steps into the room. Itadori ’s flashlight drops from blinding Megumi and Kugisaki before whipping the light to the Divine Dog. Cocking his head to the left, Itadori watches the Divine Dog with calculating gaze. Cursing under his breath, Megumi attempts to step in front of the dog to hide him.
“I didn’t know you had a dog, Fushiguro. I thought I saw a dog when I last saw you, but I wasn’t so sure. What does he have in his mouth? That’s an odd looking toy,” Itadori asks, eyeing both Kugisaki and Megumi.
“What dog?” Megumi questions, trying to throw off Itadori and his twenty questions.
“Give it up, Fushiguro. There’s no use in lying to him anymore,” Kugisaki sighs, her hands on her hips as she smirks.
“There’s a dog clearly at your feet,” Itadori points as he swings the flashlight around again.
Megumi groans as he counts the ceiling tiles, then he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. Kugisaki catches his movement and turns, raising her hammer for whatever attack would happen.
Preparing his hand jujutsu, Megumi holds his ground and grinds his teeth. They’ll have to save Itadori and he will see everything. Megumi really didn’t want to bring Itadori into this world— he would rather save the ray of sunshine from this god forsaken world. Two heads creep on the doorway, trembling as their eyes peek over door jam.
“Yuji-i,” The girl calls, shakenly.
“Dude, you disappeared without us and you have the flashlight!” The guy cries, his voice wavering.
Chuckling, Itadori scratches the back of his head while a pink blush graces his cheeks. Megumi drops his hands while releasing the breath he had been holding. His shoulders sagging as Kugisaki mutters a curse loud enough for him to hear. Itadori continues to rub the back of his head while his friends chastise him for leaving without them. Looks like the Ghost Club would be ceasing their club travels after tonight. Megumi hopes that would be the last of the club traveling through abandoned buildings, searching for clues on the supposed finger. Megumi doesn’t even know who came up with the legend. His cursed energy is still high, shimmering that there is something close. Glancing at Kugisaki, she shakes her head. She didn’t notice any warning signs for Sukana’s finger. Sighing, Megumi turns back to the conversation to Itadori begging for forgiveness while the Divine Dog sniffs at his pants.
“Huh? Are you sniffing at my pocket, buddy? I don’t have any treats you can eat— just this weird wooden box we found in the boiler room,” Itadori pets the dog’s head.
The Divine door huffs before sitting down, wagging his tail as Itadori continues to scratch behind the dog’s ears.
“We should go put that box back, man. There was some weird energy in that room and we don’t need to bring that home,” The guy mutters, pulling away from the door.
“Please, Yuji. I rather it be back where it should be,” The girl says quietly.
“A box?” Kugisaki asks as she steps closer to the small group by the door.
Holding his breath, Megumi reaches for the phone in his pocket. His heart hammers in his chest as he checks the picture of the box Sukuna’s finger is held in. They found it— the Ghost Club, no Itadori found the finger they have been searching for. They found it before another cursed energy could. Cold sweat breaks out down his back as he watches Itadori wave it around. The other two have backed away while Kugisaki listens intently. He catches her jaw set and her hands tremble. She wants to reach forward and yank it from Itadori ’s hands. Counting to ten, Megumi steps forward and drops his hand on Itadori ’s shoulder.
“Hey man, you found what we’ve been looking for. It’s for our school project– Our professor sent us on a wild goose chase, at least we thought,” Megumi lies, the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He wants to grab the box from Itadori , shield him away but he needs Itadori to trust him.
“Huh, your class had you hunting for this? But, you said you didn’t know where this place was?” Itadori questions as he hands over the box.
Kugisaki swings her gaze to Megumi who nods as Itadori drops the box into his open hand.
“You’re right, we didn’t know about this place. But, we were given clues and on our last hail mary. That’s why we followed you here, he placed it here at the beginning of the semester. It’s part of our final grade— we have been given clues since the starting of the semester and we hit a deadend. Until you were able to find it in the… boiler room? Doesn’t that match one of our clues, Fushiguro?” Kugisaki asks, sweet and innocent.
“Yeah, you’re right. It matches the last clue. You saved us, Itadori . This is more than fifty percent of our grade,” Megumi smiles, wrapping his fingers around the box. Holding tightly, he feels the energy hum under his fingers. Blinking, Itadori nods before stepping back. The light swings around the room again before he opens his mouth then closes it.
“You all must go to a weird school… Your uniforms are different, plus a scavenger hunt for your final— that’s so cool! I wish I went to your school,” Itadori mutters as he rubs his chin.
No, no you don’t, Megumi thinks as he shoves the box into his pocket. Stepping away, he nods to Kugisaki who ushers the other two out of the building. Itadori hangs back, picking up the rear with Megumi.
“So,” Itadori starts softly, “I guess you won’t tell me about the weird things that happened back there, are you? Or are you going to continue lying to me?”
Megumi stumbles but recovers before the others notice his falter. Sizing Itadori up, he turns his nose up and continues walking.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,”
“Sure, sure, sure. Why don’t you give me your number and you can explain to me over coffee– I won’t talk no for an answer. Because that is your second lie this evening. You at least owe me that,” Itadori bargains as they walk through the dark, less creepy hallways.
Cracking a smile, Megumi hands over his phone, “Maybe I’ll tell you or maybe you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
Grabbing the phone, Itadori smiles triumphantly, “You’ve got yourself a deal, Megumi.”