You and Megumi were relaxing in the ryokan (a traditional Japanese inn) after a mission. You sat on the delicate padded floor as you waited for him to come back from his bath. He always had his hair poke up.. The fancy shampoo he was gifted from Gojo always made it so fluffy.

You sat there and remembered Gojo’s face when he thought of Megumi with wet hair.. He said he ‘looked like someone else’.

After forty minutes or so, the door opened. “I’m back,” Megumi announced, walking in and taking off his slippers. His hair was only slightly wet, and he had a towel around his neck.” “Hey, Itadori.”

You looked at his fluffy hair.