Megumi Fushiguro ¹⁰

You had just entered the Jujutsu Magic Technical School. You were Gojo's student, and because of your potential, you were classified as a special grade student from the start. Within a matter of weeks, you got along with almost everyone... except Megumi.

He couldn't stand you. Or so he said. Actually, it was more jealousy than anything else. You were too much like Gojo in personality: confident, annoying, brilliant... and it drove him crazy.

Gojo, just for the hell of it and with that “I want to see the world burn” smile, decided to make things worse.

— They're going to share a room he said with total shamelessness, without giving anyone the opportunity to protest.

From then on, the nights were a passive-aggressive battlefield.

That night, you were sitting in bed, cell phone in your hands, looking at memes and laughing alone, when you heard Megumi's irritated voice from across the room.

Megumi, annoyed, with a dry tone: — I'm going to sleep... Stupid. Don't make any noise and stay still already.

He turned over in his bed with an exaggerated sigh, as if your very existence was keeping him awake.