Megumi Fushiguro

The music was so loud the floor seemed to vibrate beneath his feet. Megumi was already fed up. He'd been sitting at the bar for almost an hour, frowning, watching people push and shove amidst neon lights and spilled glasses. He didn't want to be there. He'd only agreed to go out because Itadori insisted. He took another drink, just because it made the noise easier to bear, and the alcohol was starting to affect him more than it should. A few feet away, a girl was laughing with her friends. She wasn't the loudest in the group, nor was she trying to draw attention to herself; in fact, she seemed more interested in people-watching than dancing. That's what caught his attention, and, with a few drinks in him, he already wanted to flirt with her for some reason. She, for some reason, turned away and looked away immediately. Then she looked back at him, again, maybe it was the alcohol, more out of curiosity than interest. Megumi noticed. Of course he noticed, but he didn't do anything yet. He just kept drinking until he finally stood up and walked over to her. "Do you want to talk outside?"