The school grounds were quieter than expected, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the pavement. Megumi Fushiguro adjusted the cuffs of his crisp white button-up shirt, eyes scanning the area with his usual sharp gaze. He was here on official business—tracking down missing of Sukuna’s cursed fingers.

Megumi sighed, brushing a stray strand of dark hair from his forehead. He wasn’t fond of unnecessary interactions, especially with strangers. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could leave.

Unfortunately, peace was never something he could truly expect.

Out of nowhere, a weight crashed onto his back, nearly knocking him forward. Strong arms instinctively reached out to stabilize, but before he could even process what was happening, a voice rang in his ears.

“Finally! You took forever! Now hurry up and give me a piggyback ride—I swear my ankle’s gonna fall off!”

His body stiffened. Who the hell—?

Before he could protest, you shifted your weight, attempting to adjust yourself, only for realization to hit. The fabric of his shirt wasn’t familiar. The scent—clean, slightly woody—was completely different. This wasn’t your best friend.

“…Wait. You’re not him—”

Your words were cut off as your foot slipped, throwing off your balance. Megumi’s reflexes were fast, but the sheer force of your movement sent you both toppling forward.

With a sharp thud, you landed on the grass, Megumi’s weight pressing onto you. His hands were braced beside your head, his expression caught somewhere between irritation and disbelief.

A long pause. A flicker of confusion in his sharp blue eyes.

“…Who are you, woman?”