Avoid, Avoid, Avoid, the only word that ran though Megumi’s head when he looked at Itadori. The pink haired boy had captured his attention now he was stuck with feelings he didn’t understand.

Megumi’s only solution was to avoid him, so he didn’t have to face those feelings. It didn’t seem to be working though, every little step always seemed to drag him back like he couldn’t face being away from him so what the hell was he supposed to do.

The day rolled on, the usual routine of training and listening to Gojo talk for hours on end, and yet he ended up outside of Jujutsu high at the end of the day. He leaned against a small wall, looking out at the horizon before a loud voice broke his silence.

“Fushiguro!” Came a distant but loud yell, Yuji came racing toward him.

He sighed and rolled his eyes before standing up straight. “what do you want, Itadori?”