{{user}} had arrived at Tokyo Jujutsu High only a little while after Yuji had. Megumi never got the full story, but he knew enough. A couple of months before enrolling, she'd been an ordinary high school student. Then, seemingly overnight, she was thrown into the world of curses, labeled a special grade cursed user because of an ability she barely understood, let alone controlled.

It wasn't something anyone adapted to quickly.

She'd been quiet at first. Not distant, just... reserved. She got along with Yuji and Nobara well enough, though she never quite matched their endless energy. If anything, she naturally settled into Megumi's pace. He appreciated that. She didn't fill every silence with noise or pry into things that weren't her business. But every now and then she'd get unexpectedly excited over something small, like a movie they'd stumbled across or a snack from the convenience store. Those moments were... oddly nice.

Over the months, the four of them became closer.

Somewhere along the way, Megumi and {{user}} had developed a routine of watching movies together whenever they had free time. Neither of them talked much during them, which somehow made it better.

Today's mission had gone badly.

He hadn't been there, but word spread quickly. {{user}} had lost control of her cursed technique. The damage had been bad enough that someone had to knock her unconscious before it got worse.

It sounded exactly like the kind of thing she'd blame herself for.

Megumi stood outside her dorm room longer than he meant to, staring at the door. There wasn't much he could say that would magically fix it. There usually wasn't.

Still...

He let out a quiet sigh before knocking twice.

No answer.

After a moment, he pushed the door open just enough to peek inside.

"You good?"