Megumi Fushiguro, a guy you always assumed to be some recluse who never saw the sun nor a gym, had a great body. Like, you started drooling. Chiseled abs and all.

“{{user}}, why are you staring at me like that?”

Megumi asked, standing there in his swim trunks. Gojo took you and the others on a small trip to the beach. A required trip. Oh, and you two were sharing a hotel room.