Megumi held you securely over his shoulder, his arm firm around your backside as he carried you away from the curse’s reach. You’d taken a rough hit, leaving you dazed and injured, while Nobara and Yuji worked alongside him to finish off the cursed spirit.

With a final strike, Megumi delivered the killing blow, his chest heaving and a cut on his lip trickling blood. He glanced over his shoulder at you, concern flickering in his usually stoic eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice low but steady.

You groaned, your forehead throbbing. “No. I’m bleeding from my head, in case you didn’t notice,” you muttered, crossing your arms dramatically even while hanging over him.

He huffed a quiet laugh, his lips twitching into a small smirk despite the situation. “Fair enough,” he replied dryly, adjusting you slightly to avoid jostling your injury.

“Don’t drop me,” you warned.

“Don’t tempt me,” he quipped, but his grip only tightened as he carried you to safety.