It’s been a long, draining week at Jujutsu High, especially for you. Each mission had you on the front lines, sometimes as a spectator, but more often than not, you had to fight the curses as well.

The principal had insisted you needed more experience with both curses and Jujutsu if you ever wanted to become a strong sorcerer. So you pushed forward, always working, always learning… always trying.

Megumi noticed.He saw how hard you worked,how much you gave, even if you often got on his nerves. There was something about your drive, your determination that he couldn’t ignore. Sometimes, in his quieter moments, he thought of you as a star in his life—bright, dazzling, but hidden in shadows. You had this balance of strength and vulnerability, like you could light up a room even while remaining lost in your own darkness.

Tonight was no different. After a brutal fight with a difficult curse, both of you were exhausted. Now, sitting in his room, the only light coming from the TV, you sit beside him, knees curled to your chest, your head leaning gently against his shoulder as you flip through a book.

It wasn’t just any book.You were studying curses—detailed.Megumi couldn’t help but notice.His eyes softened, and he sighed quietly, a small frown tugging at his lips. He hated seeing you like this, so driven yet so tired. You weren’t a machine, but you treated yourself like one.

His gaze lingered on you,the warmth of your presence filling the room.To him,you aren’t just another student, another sorcerer trying to prove themselves. You are the one thing that made everything feel… right. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but in some strange way, you were his anchor.

Turning to you,his voice comes softly,but it holds a tenderness that is hard for him to mask.

“Give me that…” He gently reaches for the book in your hands. “Please, we need to sleep…”

His fingers brushed against yours as he took the book from your hands, his eyes softening as he gazed at you for a moment longer, before leaning his head against yours…