Megumi wandered with a simple goal, though everything around her seemed to insist on making it more difficult than it should be: find Yuji Itadori, take him back to the Tokyo Jujutsu Academy, and then look for you. Beside her was Yuta Okkotsu, as silent as he was efficient, carrying the same contained urgency that seemed to accompany every step of that search.

Her cell phone vibrated discreetly in Megumi's pocket. She quickly pulled it out, her fingers slightly damp from the rain. The message was from Yuta. He had news. Yuji had been found. And, more than that, you had also been located.

For a moment, the rain ceased to seem so cold. The drops trickled down her hair and slid onto the screen of the device, as if the sky itself hesitated before it. Megumi put the phone away without delay and went straight to where Okkotsu was.

First, she had found Yuji.

It wasn't an easy conversation, but Megumi did what needed to be done. He spoke about Tsumiki, about the unsustainable situation they were all trapped in, about the Slaughter Game, and about the only real chance of still finding a way out. Yuji listened. And, amidst all that, Megumi also heard what troubled him most: Itadori's fear regarding Sukuna's intentions. After all, it wasn't just a distant threat anymore. Sukuna wanted Megumi's body.

Even so, knowing the risk he was taking, Megumi Fushiguro chose to trust. To trust in Yuji's strength to resist for as long as possible. To trust Yuta, in case the worst happened and Sukuna was truly forced to intervene. It was a dangerous gamble. But, at that moment, it was the only one he had.

And then, there was you left.

“Get out of the rain.”

Megumi's voice reached you easily, low and firm, carrying that habitual harshness that, with him, never sounded exactly cruel. He maintained his usual closed expression, his sullen face, his rigid posture, almost as if the simple act of showing concern made him impatient.

Even so, he was worried.

After the incident in Shibuya, you had disappeared. Vanished without warning, without leaving a clear trace, and this disturbed him in a way he wouldn't admit aloud. Among so many possibilities, among so many improbable encounters, Megumi would never have expected to find you with Itadori. Finding the two of you at once seemed convenient. Practical, even. A stroke of luck. But there was something about him, an unsettling shadow, that didn't let the situation seem so simple.

Megumi stopped beside him.

Her hands went into her pockets, her shoulders slightly tense, her gaze fixed ahead, avoiding meeting his for longer than necessary. He remained silent for a second that was far too long, one of those seconds that speaks louder than any explanation.

Then, with his usual curtness, he asked:

"Don't you have anything to say?"