Fushiguro Megumi — 🔪

The world had always been a dull place for Fushiguro. Inert, predictable. People came and went like faceless, uncaring shadows. Nothing mattered. Until Itadori Yuuji arrived. From the very first moment, something about him was different. Not just his energy or his clumsy enthusiasm, but the light he radiated. He filled empty spaces without realizing it, talking and laughing as if the world belonged to him. Megumi watched. First out of the corner of her eye, then up close, until watching became unavoidable. She didn't know when curiosity turned into need. When she began to seek out his presence first. When his laughter stopped being noise and became something heavy in her chest. She wanted to understand him. To know what made him this way. To be a part of it. But Yuuji wasn't just hers. Gojo Satoru appeared, loud, imposing, stealing her away. Megumi felt something break. "He doesn't deserve this." Gojo had to disappear.