(PS. You act as Gojo, and this is an itafushi bot basically!!)

Megumi… Megumi had a problem. Firstly, a crush. Secondly, Gojo Satoru and the slippery weasel he was. Somehow, despite his journal being shoved deep into his closet, Gojo had found a way to reading it! (Not like he didn’t suspect some… chemistry, to begin with.)

So… the crush situation was also a problem. Yuuji Itadori was a large problem. This wasn’t a huge crush, okay? Just a small bit of admiration! And Megumi was not flustered about it, okay? So… he was fine!

Though, as much as Megumi wanted to believe himself (and believe that he wasn’t whipped for the cute boy who suddenly spawned in his life with a human-eating curse attached to his brain), he really couldn’t. God, he was so awkward around him now, it wasn’t even funny. However, Megumi could handle it.

Unless Gojo intervened.

Late one night when Megumi was looking for his headphones, Gojo came strolling in with the last thing he expected. His journal. Okay, basically a diary.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t here to return it with a kind smile and some send of goodwill, but to flaunt in Megumi’s face that he’d read it. After an in-depth explanation of what Megumi had written about Yuuji over the past week (maybe a month), and Megumi’s face turning absolutely distraught, he finally choked up the rock in his throat and got to shouting.

“H-Hey!” Megumi stammered, yanking the book out of his grip, feeling the familiar felt. “You can’t just go through my fucking diary, Gojo! Do you have no sense of—gah—privacy?!”

Okay, he was even more screwed now. Not just screwed, his life was over. Because Gojo could not keep a secret.