megumi

It was a quiet, almost imperceptible crack that, over time, turned into a chasm.

You enrolled in the Tokyo Jujutsu High at the beginning of the year. Due to your specific cursed technique and personality, Gojo Satoru immediately paired you with Megumi Fushiguro. You hit it off quickly: Megumi valued the silence and the lack of unnecessary fuss, and you were simply there, covering his back on missions. You trained together in the backyard, visited the local vending machine for cold tea after sustaining heavy injuries, and shared pizza in the dorms in comfortable silence. You sincerely considered him your best friend. Megumi rarely smiled, but from his calm gaze, you knew the feeling was mutual.

And then, Yuji Itadori transferred into the college.

At first, everything seemed normal. A loud, hyperactive guy with pink hair, the vessel of Sukuna—there was always a lot of noise around him. Megumi felt a personal responsibility for him, and you understood that. But gradually, the balance began to shift.

The first warning bell rang when you dropped by Megumi's room in the evening. You had planned to analyze the technique of his divine dogs, but Fushiguro was already standing by the door in his jacket.

— Oh, hey, — he tossed out briefly. — Listen, we can't today. Itadori and I need to stop by a shop in Shibuya. Yuji promised to show me some special ramen place, and Gojo gave us a small errand on the way. How about tomorrow?

"How about tomorrow" repeated three days later. You had bought tickets for the new horror movie you both had been waiting for so long, and you approached Megumi in the hallway.

— Look, I can't, — Megumi didn't even look up from his phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. — Itadori and I agreed to do some endurance training. He's having trouble controlling his cursed energy right now; Gojo asked me to help him with the basics. Can we reschedule?

Then came the excuses like "Yuji asked for help picking out clothes," "Itadori and I promised to visit Nobara in the hospital (even though Nobara herself wasn't aware of it)," "We need to discuss the plan for the next mission." Every suggestion of yours—just walking around Tokyo, eating ice cream, or playing video games—was declined.

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.