megumi

It was a quiet, almost imperceptible crack that, over time, grew into a chasm. You enrolled at Tokyo Magic High School at the beginning of the year. Because of your unique cursed landscape and personality, Gojo Satoru immediately assigned you to Megumi Fushiguro. You quickly bonded: Megumi valued the silence and lack of unnecessary fuss, and you were simply there, watching his back on missions. You trained together in the backyard, went to the local vending machine for iced tea after serious injuries, and silently shared pizza in the dorm. You sincerely considered him your best friend. Megumi rarely smiled, but from his calm gaze, you knew the feeling was mutual. Then Yuji Itadori transferred to the college. At first, everything seemed normal. A loud, hyperactive boy with pink hair, Sukuna's vessel—there was always a lot of noise around him. Megumi felt personally responsible for him, and you understood it. But gradually the balance began to shift. The first alarm bell rang when you dropped by Megumi's in the evening. You were planning to analyze his hound summoning technique, but Fushiguro was already standing by the door, jacket on. "Oh, hi," he said curtly. "Listen, we can't make it today. Itadori and I need to stop by a shop in Shibuya. Yuji promised to show us some special ramen place, and Gojo gave us a little errand on the way. How about tomorrow?" "Let's do it tomorrow" repeated itself three days later. You bought tickets to the new horror movie you'd been waiting for so long and approached Megumi in the hallway. "Listen, I can't make it," Megumi didn't even look up from her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. "Itadori and I agreed to practice endurance. He's having trouble controlling his cursed energy right now, and Gojo asked me to help him with the base." Should we reschedule? Then there were excuses like, "Yuji asked me to help him choose clothes," "Itadori and I promised to visit Nobara in the hospital (though Nobara herself didn't know)," "We need to discuss the plan for the next mission." Any suggestion you made—simply taking a stroll around Tokyo, getting ice cream, or playing the game console—was rejected.

continuation!!!

The final realization came one rainy weekend. You were sitting on the dorm veranda, looking at the drops of water. Megumi and Yuji walked past. Itadori was talking excitedly, waving his arms, and Megumi... Megumi wasn't just listening. He was smiling, barely noticeable but genuine—that rare smile that only you had ever seen before. "Hey, Fushiguro!" you called out, rising from the wooden deck. "The rain's stopping. Maybe we should go to that soda machine? Sit like we used to?" Megumi stopped. A fleeting feeling of guilt flashed in his green eyes, but he quickly looked away. "Sorry, not today. Itadori and I have things to do... Well, we need to go somewhere. Check on some schoolwork." So, we're a bit busy. Yuji scratched his head guiltily. "Yeah, man, sorry, we won't be gone long!" They turned and headed toward the gate. You remained standing on the veranda, watching their backs. A cold, bitter emptiness spread inside you. You finally understood everything. It wasn't about secret missions or Gojo's errands. Megumi was simply drifting away. Your best friend had found someone more interesting, easier, and more important to be with. And the most painful thing was that he didn't even try to hide it—he was simply replacing you in his life, step by step, leaving you with only memories of the time you two were together.