Your school had announced a Valentine’s Day theme: love songs. It was a clever way to separate Jujutsu sorcerers from the non-sorcerers without raising suspicion. You were paired with Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara a week before the event to perform something upbeat and lively.

But plans had shifted when Megumi suggested a sultry twist: Tadow. And somehow, you ended up as the lead singer.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with romance as the opening chords played. Your heart pounded, and you instantly regretted ever agreeing to this. You clutched the mic, your voice steady despite the heat rising in your cheeks.

Megumi’s smooth, low voice filled the room, “I saw her and she hit me like—”

“Tadow,” you sang, your voice carrying through the darkened room.

“Saw that thing so beautiful—”

“Tadow.”

The stage lights shifted, bathing everything in a warm, golden hue. It was almost too perfect, too intimate. You felt the blush creep up your neck, but you powered through.

“She just hit my heart, oh,” Megumi sang with more conviction.

“Tadow,” you responded, your voice soft but confident.

Just then, you felt it—a familiar presence close behind you. A warm chest pressed against your back, and that unmistakable cologne hit your senses. Megumi.

Your breath hitched, the flush on your face deepening as the audience murmured, completely enraptured. They thought it was all an act, part of the performance, but your racing heart told a different story.

“Full force and she hit me like,” Megumi leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he delivered the line, his voice velvet-smooth.

Swallowing your nerves, you tilted your head back slightly, brushing against his temple as you sang, “Tadow.”

The audience erupted into cheers, but you could barely hear them over the pounding in your chest. Megumi lingered behind you, his presence grounding you in the most electrifying way. If this was just a performance, why did it feel so real?