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Domesticity.
Planting some flowers on the grounds of the dorms, watering them and seeing the tomatoes and scallions grow. Yuuji was able to grow some carrots too and even cabbage, he is good at horticulture.
Domestic life.
These are things Megumi likes to do with the eagerness of someone running to win a marathon, with his dark head ducked, the sun burning behind his ears and usually pale neck, “you are going to get sunburnt Fushiguro!” Megumi can see the shadows created by his long lashes, dancing over his pink skin. It'll be just right if they could forever live like this. “Wear my hat, I tan just fine.”
And as if needed, Yuuji helps him, putting a strand of his sweat drenched hair behind his ear.
Just the two of them, and maybe Kugisaki.
Yuuji’s hopeful smile, ever dreaming eyes and his unwavering kindness. Megumi loves Yuuji. That was never in question. He has loved Yuuji for a long-time now.
“Thanks...” Megumi says sheepishly.
Megumi looks gingerly around; the season is changing; shorter days are coming. “Let’s go inside, it’s going to rain soon.”
Yuuji just nods, following him back after plucking some carrots from the dirt.
The dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, walking under them. It feels like a summer dream, a hazy memory of his deepest dreams. He just needs to speak three words, and everything will fall into place. Just like he has dreamed of from the moment they first met.
Destiny, soulmates. Megumi doesn’t care, he will only follow his mind.
Megumi threads carefully, he is keeping his cards hidden until the last moment, when he can be open and lax. Megumi had shared what he wanted before, his dream and the wish to live a simpler life, if, with someone like Yuuji, and it should’ve had Tsumiki; but that’s not feasible now.
And of course, in typical bad luck for Megumi, nothing ever goes his way. Yuuji next words are like daggers pushing through his beating heart. “Soulmate?”
“Well, I’d like to believe someone like that is waiting for me.”
“You believe in that?” It hurts Megumi like a knife inflicting a searing pain in his flesh. Yuuji, is the personification of perfect pure in Megumi’s eyes; and who he set his heart on.
Everything he wanted. The only one he has ever wanted.
It makes sense Yuuji would believe in such ludicrous myth. It pains Megumi though. Yuuji is waiting for that person. His soulmate.
“I’m a hopeless romantic, what can I say?” Yuuji never shies away from being honest, crystal clear. “I believe in that.” He smiles timid, “do you believe in that Fushiguro?” Fushiguro , even after everything they’ve gone through, in the same stage, still impersonal, no given names yet.
“I guess to each their own.” It is not easy to accept that perhaps the person you love is waiting for someone else. That’s why Megumi will keep his love in silence, muted and hidden.
“I just think there’s something beautiful about it, like you know.” Yuuji shrugs his shoulders. “If someone is born to love you and only you nobody would get hurt.” That’s a bold statement, because Megumi just got hurt.
Yuuji probably loves someone else.
And Yuuji is just like that for him, he came to his life like sunlight leaking through trees... Megumi is – Megumi is just a friend.
Megumi doesn’t believe in soulmates, to believe you have a predestined lover waiting for you from the moment you were born, it is ridiculous.
Is it even real to begin with? Or are you solely following your instincts? How true can that be? He doesn’t want that type of love.
That’s not his love.
Megumi usually wonders what’s the meaning of feeling a love of such kind?
He’s seen it first row. To let yourself slowly die for someone like that.
Megumi cannot help but think back to Gojo (or his father), who once thought to have found that love, his special one. Megumi knows he truly loved that person, a man named Suguru Geto, his one and only. Even if Gojo never spoke as openly about him.
To have experienced such profound and compelling love, how sublime, only to be left behind. The betrayal was like being tore into pieces, stricken with a profound grief he always tried to play down.
Gojo used to say that you cannot save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Megumi can attest to it – he was in that same spot after all.
He was never the same.
But you can only hide that long the pain and the despair. Gojo moved along with the years, passing him, but his heart stopped on that moment.
It festered his heart and made him void inside. Alway lone.
A jaded heart Megumi knew. Masking the heart and closing his eyes, the burden of being the strongest was a lonely road, finally isolated from his peers. It seemed that no one would understand him like the one that man.
The heartbreak, Megumi knew it would only lead to his premature death.
Megumi is not in a rush to die himself; he doesn’t need a premature death; he still has Tsumiki, and he does not need that flagrant burden. He doesn’t want to lose himself to it and he never wants to find that person.
That's why Megumi has never written to them , he doesn’t want to get to know them, and that person has never done it either, which is perfectly fine, Megumi doesn’t need that person in his life. It's better off they never meet.
A love of that kind... it scares Megumi.
Itadori came into his life that one day, it was late spring, Megumi wished it had been different for them though.
A recently deceased grandfather, Itadori wasn’t meant to get involved, or civilians, somehow it turned the way it did. All because Itadori wanted to help him and didn’t want him or his friends to die.
An uncorrupted soul, an unbreakable character.
Itadori came back with them to the school, and he accepted the burden heavy on his shoulders. A compromise and the promise of his life in exchange to help.
At first Megumi found it too difficult to get around Itadori, not because he was annoying or something along that description. On the contrary, Itadori was special in his own way; a good person. The kind of person Megumi could never dream to be, and it was the first time Megumi regretted something.
He didn’t want Itadori to die. He wished he hadn’t met him that day. An innocent and well-meaning guy was going to die because he wasn’t strong enough.
Itadori’s kind nature was what onset this hankering for him, Megumi found himself longing to be around him, coveting his attention and company.
Itadori was different. A good person a good human being.
Megumi doesn’t know where his feelings turned, when he started feeling this love. But Itadori probably doesn’t feel the same way, Megumi knows he likes girls, if the poster on his wall is a tell of his preferences, from what he said and Gojo explained Itadori has a type and Megumi isn’t that.
Still, that is fine, Itadori is too kind, and Megumi looks past those odd things about him, his true character shines, like the sun after the storm.
One day he became Yuuji.
Itadori died a few hours ago, it was traumatic, Megumi never wept for a comrade, he has seen people die, but never someone this young.
Itadori’s dead brings memories of his cursed sister, someone good and young with a pure outlook to the world; why the good die young?
He-something inside of him died too, trashed and convoluted around his bleeding heart, Itadori’s bleeding heart in fact.
Why did Megumi feel like something was torn from inside him? Made him horribly sad. A desperation like never before, a feeling so erratic and chaotic.
Like he would never be same ever again. He tried to blame it on the reason that they were the same age and had the same goals somehow, Itadori’s were purer but pure people died always anyway and Megumi couldn’t do anything to remedy Itadori’s death.
Twice, Itadori died because of him.
Before dying, he told Megumi to live a long life.
Now, hours later, Megumi can’t stop repeating the scene (more like he can’t stop it from repeating itself, on automatic replay), every time he closes his eyes, he can see the red behind his eyelids, Yuuji’s dying heart.
It makes him feel useless and like he’s been cursed, Megumi cannot think of a way, on how he will live long enough, the years to come. Megumi doesn’t want to die, but in this field it’s almost like an unspoken prophecy; you are going to die one way or another, painfully, swiftly, half-half. It's difficult to tell what destiny has stored for each of them.
For Megumi a good death would be fast and painless, he doesn't want to know he died.
Yuuji's death is a horror nightmare. It is etched in his eyelids, if Megumi closes his eyes, Ita-no, Yuuji is lying there on the cold gray cement dead. It is like looking straight into an abyss.
“O-P-P!” That idiot.
His heart beats alive the same way Megumi’s stuttering heart does. Yuuji is back and Megumi doesn’t know what that means in the long run.
He wants to tell Yuuji how much he missed him, how deep his death impacted him, how miserable he was.
He faltered in his resolution to never talk to that one person, for the first time he thought of giving in, to find that one soulmate he still had, so his pain would stop after Yuuji’s death. But he didn’t and Yuuji found his way back to them, to him.
Now that he has seen him, his infatuation is even worst. Megumi cannot stop. He loves Yuuji, it is real.
It is almost 6 months later.
Megumi was possessed, he killed Tsumiki, he gave up and he was ready to die, except that Yuuji’s words. “I’ll be lonely without you Fushiguro.” They were enough, Yuuji was like that sun, filtering through the darkest shade.
Megumi had sunk further, but Yuuji wanted him back. Megumi had wondered if he could even try to come back.
Yuuji never gave up on him, the least Megumi could do was live for him.
Megumi couldn’t leave Yuuji alone, he just couldn’t.
People say that Megumi is cold, apathetic, rude, and some people might say he is even heartless.
Yuuji knows best Megumi, he truly does. They’ve been friends for a while now, gone through the most horror wretched situation. Survivors.
Nobara added to their list of course, but there are things only Yuuji and Megumi went through.
Yuuji can understand where Megumi’s outlook in life steamed from.
Megumi and Yuuji’s lives parallel each other like twin mirrors, twin hearts. Doesn’t mean they have the same opinions. One could say they’re two sides of the same coin.
Megumi is an orphan, just like him, his mother died not long after he was born. Yuuji’s mother situation is more complicated, it seems the woman he was born to was long gone before he was even conceived, he is the product of a degenerate sociopath that was bored and wanted to see something interesting in his dulled lifetime.
Yuuji can’t help but think, that’s why we die, so we don’t end up like that. In a way that person is his mother too, not only Kaori. Human life has an expiration date.
There are moments now when Yuuji finds his own existence disgusting.
About his dad, well Yuuji barely remembers Jin to this day, but he seemed to have loved him more than anything or anyone, well except for that woman. It’s strange to refer to him as his father, Yuuji knew no other parent than Wasuke.
Megumi’s dad, well it was kind of a mystery until recently. Professor Gojo had killed him years ago, the same person that kind of raised Megumi; the one who killed Megumi’s father. After learning the fact Megumi doesn’t care.
As for siblings…
That’s where the things get tricky and diverted a little, Megumi had a sister.
Tsumiki Fushiguro was Megumi’s only family, and as far as Yuuji knows she represented Megumi’s moral compass and his reason to become a sorcerer, she was that resolution and the one who coined the idea of who is worth saving on Megumi’s terms.
She is the reason Yuuji is alive,
And then she died, by Megumi’s hands.
Megumi didn’t kill Tsumiki, he was possessed by Sukuna the same way Yuuji was when he killed all that people, still doesn’t stop you from blaming yourself for those deaths.
Yuuji relates to that, feeling guilty for something that was done with your own hands, Yuuji killed thousands in Shibuya.
Yuuji has a brother, no he has his brothers still, except for three.
Yuuji’s life took some extra steps, but he got one brother along the way, Choso was there when no one else and at the end he saved him in more than one way.
For him to continue living, Yuuji had to live on, Choso’s brothers would live on inside him. Yuuji will live.
It was his fault, Yuuji wasn’t strong enough and Choso died because of it.
Yuuji can’t forgive himself, he misses Choso a lot.
These coincidences make him wonder if they are connected what if... they were meant to be.
Yuuji loves Megumi, but he is not completely sure of Megumi’s feelings.
“I want to learn about my origins, that’s why I’m going back, I want to understand some things.”
“Why?” Megumi asks dully, feigning indifference.
“I feel it can give me a closure, I’ve been thinking about everything, why I’m here? Why me? You know existentialism.” Yuuji shrugs.
Megumi knows because he was connected to Sukuna during that time, Yuuji doesn’t need that knowledge.
Yuuji doesn’t need to know what he was to Sukuna and what Sukuna was to him.
Megumi ponders for a whole week Yuuji’s words, his desire to understand where he came from. Yuuji rarely speaks about his parents, just like him, but he has answers and at least he knows where he came from.
That person, they did awful things.
Sendai, Yuuji’s childhood. Where they met, this time in Yuuji’s old home. Where he used to live with his grandfather.
“So, I was thinking I should visit my family’s grave, I haven’t visited him in months.”
“Should I go with you?”
“Maybe not, it’ll be boring and all that.” Megumi wants to be there for Yuuji. “But I'll like it if you would go with me.” Was Megumi obvious just now?
“What is in those boxes?” He changes the topic. He wants to avoid a situation.
“They are my dad’s things, my grand had them hidden in his room. I think he wanted to show me or tell me about my dad and mother before passing away, but I didn’t let him.”
“Anything important?”
“Not so much, just old photos of us,” Yuuji bites his lip. “She isn’t in these at all.” Yuuji sounds kind of sad. “I don’t remember her.”
It is late; Megumi is sleeping, his even breathing like white noise coming from an angel.
Yuuji didn’t find something of substance, he got the obvious and what he already knew.
His parents were predestined to meet, that’s all.
That makes sense why his father did what he did. He went crazy when his wife died and he was going to die too, that’s how it should have played out. That's the twisted story of his origins. His biological mother died, and his mother took over her body. His dad, he just couldn’t let her go.
Tragic, and scary, how that love turned into something eerily disturbing, from a horror book.
At least from this he got to meet Megumi.
He looks so peacefully sleeping.
He imagines, Megumi’s dream, his desire to love a mundane life, a happy and normal life.
Yuuji’s family grave is a grave. Like, Megumi does not have a family grave, for now it’s just Tsumiki, his father... Tsumiki’s mother, his own mother... it’ll eventually be only Tsumiki and Megumi.
His father, his grandfather, his grandmother. And Kaori Itadori. So even that body lies here, among the rest.
Megumi knows the basic, through Sukuna of course and things that entity said here and there about Yuuji and Yuuji’s dad.
They are the only people – alive – in this place at least. Megumi feels like something else is going on.
And suddenly he is speaking. “My parents were soulmates, that’s why I was born.” Megumi doesn’t have an answer to it. He himself doesn’t know much about his own parents. His mother is a mystery.
Suddenly is starts raining.
“It’s beautiful and devastating in a way at the same time.” Yuuji huffs through his nose, he is suddenly smiling full teeth. “Devastatingly beautiful!”
And Megumi now fully understands it.
Yuuji believes wholeheartedly in that special someone. It’s difficult to see him yearning for someone that might not exist.
Maybe Megumi should move on, he needs to meet new people.
Yuuji is waiting for that person, Megumi isn’t, he already has Yuuji, but he is hung over that soulmate thing.
It's late that night, that Megumi finds himself pondering the situation.
Does it really work like this? Write and they will answer. Whoever is on the other end of the bond.
What should he do? He is still hesitant, he doesn’t know them clearly, and at the same time he thinks of what could go wrong... he already loves someone that doesn’t love him.
After that day, Yuuji said he wanted to stay in Sendai a few more days, a whole week, he wants to think about the future of his former home and finally clean , take whatever he needs. He couldn’t do that back when his grandfather died.
It’s raining outside again, it’s been raining for days, now, a whole week passed by now, but they are still here, the drops pattering gently against dusty window, a rhythm soothing the lazy atmosphere, filling in the void, filling the cozy kitchen along with the sound of Yuuji cutting some vegetables, Megumi became Yuuji’s sous-chef, boiling water, that’s something you can do Fushiguro, Yuuji said.
Megumi can smell the dashi simmering, he used power, a lot more than necessary, but they like strong accents in the food.
“Can you add the miso?” Yuuji asks, his eyes sparkling, maybe is the onions, he is good at cutting vegetables, Megumi hates cutting onions. “My grandpa used to make Miso soup when it rained, he loved comfort food, he liked strong flavors too, oh and ginger, he loved ginger, and he was a good chef, he used to put that song, rainy days and Mondays , I think he liked that song in his youth, I like that song too.”
“ Rainy days and Mondays always get me down - What I've got they used to call the blues. ” Megumi hums remembering that song. R eally good song.
“Oh! You know it Fushiguro, you are so reliable!” Yuuji grins, his energy infectious.
Megumi rolls his eyes but cannot hide his small smile. Yuuji is like the sun even when it rains. “Silly.” They both chuckled as Megumi remembers to stir the broth, a warm and savory feeling filling his heart the same way the broth aroma fills the kitchen.
The rice cooker alarm almost gives him a heart attack. Yuuji laughs again, his voice brightening the mood. “I like it like this, it feels like home.”
The broth is ready too. Yuuji gets bowls and more plates, fluffing it gently with a wooden paddle. “Rice is done. Want to get the tofu ready?”
“On it.” Fried tofu. Yuuji is handy and skilled.
They get the table ready, vegetables, the pickled onions Yuuji likes, Megumi not so much, fish, the soup, vegetables, the fried tofu and the rice.
Both sit, legs under the warm kotatsu, in Sendai is colder than in Tokyo or Saitama.
Yuuji serves them into bowls, the fluffy rice, the miso soup beside in another bowl, adding a generous portion of tofu and vegetables. “ Ta-da! Served Megumin!”
Megumi’s eyes widen at the realization, Yuuji called his name. Sparks fly. He smooths his features. “It looks tasty.” Maybe a slip of tongue.
Outside, the rain continues to fall, but inside, they are warm.
As they eat the rain keeps falling against the window.
He wishes Tsumiki was here, at least Nobara.
They do not have clothes, clean clothes. They overstayed their welcome, well not really, after all this is his home, his grandfather’s home and Yuuji’s because of it.
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the neglected garden, once it was perfectly kept. His grandpa loved gardening and various activities old people do for fun. Yuuji used to help him grow tomatoes and some flowers he always cut and took to their relatives’ tombs when their anniversary date came.
Clothes strewn under the scorching sun, today is sunny and hot. Humidity insufferable.
Yuuji is folding the dry clothes and separating them, Yuuji holds up a pair of bright red boxers, his face turning pink, these are his. Megumi catches him, eyes wide, Yuuji tries to hide them. Damn.
Megumi’s face flushes a deep crimson. “I’m going to hang these... outside.”
“Right, right,” Yuuji laughs flustered, folding his pair quickly. he could have imagined this, but, Megumi smiled, lips tight despite himself.
Megumi is fast and soon returns where he is folding his clothes.
They continued sorting clothes, only the rustling of fabric accompanying them. As Yuuji tosses a pair of socks and ends up hitting Megumi in the face.
“You missed.”
“Let’s play, I’m good at this, let’s call it basketsocks .”
“You still make awful jokes, like Gojo.”
They finish, the last load Megumi hangs, his blotchy face, Yuuji remembers that he was given a watermelon from an old neighbor that missed him.
After Megumi hung the last piece of laundry Yuuji returns from the kitchen with sliced watermelon. “Let’s eat Fushiguro.”
Megumi smiles, as Yuuji offers him tea to accompany their break.
They sit on the grass enjoying the fruit.
Megumi’s gaze wanders to the clothes swaying, a gentle breeze finally coming to their rescue, the sun is setting and a tree that has always been on the other side of the fence offers them some of its shadow.
Yuuji knows Megumi is thinking of his sister, sharing this mundane yet precious moment, Megumi wanted this life all along.
“Megumi?” Yuuji calls, tilting his head.
“Just... nothing,” Megumi replies looking at the grass. “We should go inside; I want to take a bath and sleep.” Yuuji is glad Megumi came back, and he still feels bad about Tsumiki, she seemed nice and well, a good person.
Yuuji smiles back gently, for a moment, everything felt perfect.
Megumi tosses around the single bed, mattress creaking.
He got back from that person. A simple hi .
He just did it that night, he did it out of curiosity and perhaps a little bit of heartbreak, yet he never expected the other person to answer. It was not what he wanted, in fact.
It’s no longer there, staring back at him.
A tiny-tiny of hope takes root inside, what if it is Yuuji?
It is a possibility, right?
Megumi has been thinking about it for days now. If not, then why did he feel the way he did when Yuuji died back then? That reaction, he thinks of Gojo, his father, Yuuji’s father.
Someone who lost the half of their complete.
His heart beats suddenly, that anticipation in his palm, that tingling feeling.
I'm Sota
Being hit by a truck would have been better.
He falls asleep, the disappointment too raw in his heart.
It’s not Yuuji.
He woke up earlier than any other day and decided to walk around the neighborhood before Yuuji wakes up.
He walks, and walks, going further, far away from Yuuji.
This is so dumb.
There was nothing on his palm when he opened his eyes, as if never happened. Maybe it was a nightmare, and he is being stupid, irrational and just straight up dumb.
He never believed in that, never wanted that, yet the moment the thought of Yuuji belonging to him from the moment they were born formed, he decided that if it were Yuuji that wouldn’t be bad.
But his luck is this, his destiny. Yuuji and him are not meant to be and it hurts because Yuuji wants that.
A stranger will come and take him.
Maybe he should try, move on.
Megumi.
I’m 17.
16
I was scared i would get someone twice my age or worse.
If they meet, maybe Megumi will move on.
I’m from Sendai
I’m taking some days off... in Sendai.
Perhaps destiny is already written. There’s a reason.
Megumi wants to bang his head, that a taxi runs over him and stops him from doing this.
But he already said yes, they will meet.
Yuuji sent a text message asking where he went and why he didn’t tell him.
Coffee.
He will need to bring a coffee for him. One of those sugary drinks that are clearly not coffee.
Megumi is nervous, it can go one way. Or...
“Fushiguro Megumi?” It’s really him. Megumi knows it, because something stirs inside him, like his soul recognized it; and then it just dies.
“Yes, I’m Fushiguro Megumi.”
“I’m Sota.” Nothing. It does not change a thing.
Meeting this person, Megumi doesn’t feel a single thing. Nothing, it’s still gray and bland inside his heart, it is his soulmate, but only in name.
“I shouldn’t be here.” Megumi stands up, he feels happy, his feelings didn’t change. His heart won’t change.
“What? We haven’t even talked, not yet.” Megumi doesn’t need to talk. This is not what he wants, who he wants.
“It was a mistake, sorry for making you come all the way.”
“Megumi.” No, it is only you, it has to be you, Yuuji.
“I’ll pay for your bus and all, I’m really sorry.” Maybe he is the odd one, broken.
“Fushiguro?” Megumi came back, but he looks different.
“Your coffee.”
He looks at the paper cup, the coffee is cold. “Megu-”
“I’m tired, I'm going to sleep.” Yuuji wants to protest, it’s fifteen minutes pasts eleven, and he wanted to talk.
“Okay, do you need something.”
“Nothing.” outside is gray, and chilly, it will rain again.
Yuuji thought Megumi will head to his room, the one Yuuji gave him to sleep, but he sits on the old engawa, doors opened. The breeze lulling him to sleep.
Yuuji looks around, there’s nothing to do anyway.
He sits right there, looking at Megumi sleep.
What happened? The floor looks uncomfortable.
His phone rings.
“Idiot, where are you?” Is Nobara, hell, he can’t call her like that.
“Kugisaki! We are in my hometown.” Maybe they should already move to given names, after everything.
“Tell that idiot you’ll pay for leaving me behind.”
“Hehe.”
“Did you tell him?”
“What?”
“How you feel, you didn’t tell him.” No, he never found the right time.
“I will.”
“You better, after all I was so understanding i let you two leave me behind so you could be gays.” Technically speaking Yuuji is bisexual, but yeah, better not argue.
Yuuji looks down at Megumi, he decides to bring some pillows, or maybe he can be the pillow.
Megumi wakes up to Yuuji running his fingers through his hair. “You finally wake up.”
“What happened?” Maybe he is dreaming.
“You fell asleep watching the rain fall, odd, I didn’t know you liked to do that that much.”
“Watch the rain?”
“Yeah, like relax.” There’s a long pause. “Megumi, what happened earlier?”
“Nothing.” Is real. But is cozy under Yuuji’s ministrations.
“You came back, you didn’t look like you.” He met someone he couldn’t care less about.
Megumi decides to be honest. “I met my soulmate.” There is a moment of loaded silence.
“I see, was it good?”
“No, I didn’t feel a thing. Nothing.”
“Really?” Yuuji preens, a dry chuckle.
“Yes, I don’t feel anything for that person, they are a stranger.”
“Megumi...”
“What?” Wait, did Yuuji just called him by his name?
Yuuji pecks him on the lips, at first surprise... and then it feels like a long-waited oasis in the middle of the dessert, a thirst for someone unapproachable, unattainable, he felt so sad and happy at the same time. A naughty tear running down his sides. Megumi cradles Yuuji face,
“I love you Megumi.” He cannot help the heat running through his body, the blush covering his cheeks.
“I love you too.” Yuuji smiles and pecks him again, this times on his eyelids, his soft lips drinking from his tears.
“I already knew, but you are too slow Megumi.”
He was just stubborn.
Maybe destiny isn’t written.
“You already knew we weren’t soulmates.”
“No, I knew we weren’t soulmates like that, but we were another kind of soulmate to the other.”
“What kind?”
“The one that we choose, you chose to return to me, to live for me.”
“That doesn’t exist.”
“It exists, it’s called true love.”
“I knew you were corny, but not like this.” Megumi pinches his side. “Why did you keep taking about that kind of soulmates .” Even saying that now sounds stupid to Megumi, like a fantasy, a children’s night story.
“Because I knew you were meant to be with me, we were meant to meet that day, you chose to save, you saw me gone and then came back to me.”
Yuuji, he talks a lot, and Megumi is not the type of hopeless romantic Yuuji is, but he loves Yuuji.
Is Ijichi the one who came to take them back to Tokyo, at the end Yuuji decided to keep the house, too many memories, and good times.
And he made new one with Megumi, they can always come back, this time with Nobara, and Maki, oh and Okkotsu, panda, Toge, Kirara, Kinji. Everyone.
As they drive back to Tokyo Megumi watches the trees, today the sun came out again, and it is filtering through the trees. He wants to walk with Yuuji again under the trees, like that summer hazy dream, as they did that day.
They will be alright.
Life is good.
fin