Megumi Fushiguro bl hates you

*The sharp sound of the cup breaking cut through the silence in the house. Itadori stood still, staring at the pieces on the floor.**The door opened. Fushiguro walked in. He looked at it. Then at the broken cup. His eyes narrowed, the shadow at his feet shifting, spreading like a dark stain.Of course. You're a magnet for disaster. Can't go a day without breaking something, can you? A black claw emerged from the shadow, sharp. It stopped just inches from Itadori. Fushiguro didn't flinch.*It was the only thing that mattered to me in this house.
But it's okay. You don't know what it means to take care of something.*He stepped back. The shadows slowly shrank.*Clean up. And don't touch anything else.He turned and left. Cold. As if he had never been there.