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For Fushiguro Megumi, good things never lasted long.
He knows the body in front of him is not just sleeping, yet he tenderly plows through the grass searching for his heart.
The tray slipped from his hands, the plates shattered and the food smeared on the tile like vomit. He rushed to her side taking her hands in his, rapidly searching for a pulse. Her body was still with stiff breaths that her chest barely rose to make. He screamed her name, He pleaded and bargained, he smacked her face and shook her body and still nothing.
Megumi couldn’t remember when things got so bad or even when it started.
“Miki, are you awake?”
Maybe it was the continuous moments of pain, of neglect, of the “will we live to see tomorrow?”s that built a person so indifferent to himself. A life accustomed to survival mode, a debt to be owed for his existence.
His father gifted the burdens he couldn’t bear to Megumi, strapped them to his back and threw him out into the world.
Bearing the same last name felt like another burden strapped to his back. It was cruel how he would always be tied to the people who left him.
Megumi was such a fitting name until it wasn’t. The same part of Megumi that knew it when his dad left knew this time too. It was done.
The dishes were never done and the food went bad. Sometimes dinner was nothing.
It could’ve been when he was days away from turning five and something inside of him knew his father wasn’t coming back.
Things are getting bad again, he’s fighting at school.
Falling for Itadori Yuuji felt like being rescued from a tidal wave. The sirens are still blaring, he’s confused and afraid, shivering uncontrollably, unsure on what the next step is but now he’s warm and someone is sitting at his side.
Tsumiki usually doesn’t sleep this late. He should do something for her, make her breakfast in bed.
Maybe it was when he lost him, the final nail in the coffin. His world that had just seemed to finally understand gravity crashed underneath the weight he couldn’t burden. Grief that trapped him in an unending spiral of isolation and restriction.
The blood on his hands isn’t his, the heart he's holding used to be warm and beating, now is cold and hard as glass.
When he realized Yuuji did love him back but Megumi’s never been able to keep many good things in his life. This is his story.