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The cold winter air slipped in through the open shoji.
The mornings have grown colder lately.
Maki stood beside Megumi, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You good, Megumi?"
"Yeah, why?" He doesn't look up.
"Just, that you look tired."
"Oh, ....yeah. Couldn't sleep last night."
"Okay, rest then."
The senpais leave their kouhais and Gojo alone, making the room grow quieter.
Kugisaki isn't her usual self. They don't talk much, much to Megumi's relief. He is not so proud of feeling that way, but he just doesn't know what to say to her. It was Yuuji who always spoke, they just used to go with it. But, now... Now, they don't know.
Kugisaki sips the last of her coffee. Putting her dishes in the sink, she heads towards the door before turning back at Megumi. "Get some rest, Fushiguro." Then to Gojo "You too, old man." She then walks out.
Gojo is silent. Megumi would more than appreciate it in normal circumstances. But he doesn't say anything. The best he can do is not push him away for now. The man desperately needs some company if not someone to talk to. So, he lets Gojo stay around his bubble.
"Megumi?" Gojo speaks, his voice heavy. Like something is stuck in his throat but he needs to let the air out regardless.
"What's that?"
"I was wondering, ...it's been a while." He feels the lump in his throat grow, but he continues anyway. "We should clean Yuuji-kun's room."
"Fine, I'll do it."
"Huh,... um... yourself?"
"I don't mind if no one else wants to."
"Okay, um... mind if I help you?"
"Sure."
Megumi stops at the door. His hand hovers over the handle. He takes a sharp breath, closes his eyes, and opens the door.
It's cold.
The heaters work just fine. Still... It lacks some warmth. Yuuji's warmth.
Megumi's gaze goes around the room. It's the same as it would be if...
Megumi shakes his head, letting the thought die before it can grow into something else.
"Come on." Gojo says calmly.
"Yeah."
They begin to go about the room. They are almost finished with the closet. When Gojo suddenly speaks up, holding a piece of clothing that looks like ...a skirt?
"Why does Yuuji have a skirt in his closet?" Gojo smirks.
"I think that's Nobara's."
"Oh, that's not good." He spins the skirt, revealing an ink stain.
Megumi can't help but smile a little when he replies.
"She's going to be so mad." Megumi scoffs.
"Yeah."
It's not half bad, he thinks, having Gojo around.
They continue what they were doing in quiet, and taking their sweet time.
One box.
Two boxes.
Packed and taped.
It's when Megumi is going through Yuuji's desk, when he freezes for a moment longer. He looks at the little box in his hand. And closes the drawer he found it in. Eyes fixed on the box, he sits by the bed.
"Hey."
Gojo turns at the sound.
"What's it, 'Gumi?"
Gojo sits beside Megumi on the floor, leaning against the bed frame.
He stays quiet as Megumi slowly opens the box.
There are polaroids inside. They're not surprised. It's Yuuji afterall.
They go through them one by one.
"Oh, this one's from the beach. He tripped while taking it." Megumi's lips unintentionally curl upwards when he shows it to the other.
"Oh, yeah. I remember that. He was embarrassed for days because of that. And Kugisaki wouldn't stop teasing him about it. He didn't talk to her until she bought him that Jennifer Lawrence poster."
"...yeah." Megumi's smile drops.
Gojo notices but doesn't say anything.
They continue going through the polaroids. There are a lot of them, but only few have Yuuji in it. They come across one where they could see Yuji's face clearly. It's a selfie of Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Gojo. It's from last summer, when Gojo took them to Disneyland.
"You know..."
"Hmm?"
"Not once. He didn't even reconsider it. Even when I told him. That Idiot."
A single tear escapes before he quickly wipes it away. He shakes his head.
He goes back to the box.
More photographs.
Souvenirs.
Little keepsakes Yuuji has held onto over the years.
One by one, he places each of them on the floor beside him. Almost automatically.
Until...
Slowly, he takes out some envelopes out from the box. Four of them. Addressed to Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Senpais, and Gojo.
"What is it?" Gojo asks.
"Letters, I guess. They're addressed to each of us." He keeps his eyes on the envelopes.
"From Yuuji?"
"Yeah, i think so."