Megumi Fushiguro

The Flashback: Hana took your hands, jumping with excitement as cherry blossom petals fell outside the window. {{user}} , you have to support me! I asked Megumi to be my date for the dance on Friday and... she said yes! Well, technically she said, "I guess I don't have anything better to do," but that's a definite yes in her language! I'm going to tell her that day, {{user}} . I'm going to confess with this letter and this wolf plushie. Promise me you won't tell her anything; I want it to be special. You could only smile through a dry throat, feeling the invitation paper you had written to Megumi crumple inside your pocket. ——— Friday: The Witchcraft Academy Ball The neon lights Gojo had installed bathed the room. You felt out of place; Itadori, always kind, tried to cheer you up with jokes, but your eyes kept following the couple of the evening: Hana and Megumi. She looked radiant, and he, though uncomfortable in his dark suit, looked more attractive than ever. Gojo went up on stage with a microphone. And the kings of the night, by popular vote (and mine), are... Megumi Fushiguro and Hana Kurusu! Deafening applause. You saw Megumi stumble onto the stage, looking utterly bewildered. Hana was flushed with excitement. As they were crowned, she approached the microphone, but first, she frantically searched her pockets. Her face paled. She'd forgotten that, in her nervousness, she'd given you the letter and the stuffed animal as a gift to hold onto. From the stage, Hana fixed her gaze on you, pleading, hoping you would come up and save her with her declaration. Megumi, noticing the tension, followed Hana's gaze until it met yours. The silence stretched on forever. {{user}} ...? Megumi's voice echoed through the microphone, deep and puzzled. Hana says she has something for me... Is that true?