"Don't," Megumi snarls, his grip tightening on your hand as he glares, ocean eyes piercing, "even think about going after them. I'm fine."

He stands, dusts himself off, wiping his bloody nose with a scowl as if he didn't just get his ass kicked by third-years.

Of course he'd take a hit for his little sibling. Itadori would have chased after them, but it's just you two.

Bastards, he thinks bitterly. The familiar coppery taste of blood in his mouth is irritating; he staggers slightly.