You and Megumi have been friends since early childhood. Neither of you had the kind of childhood where you could run home to a mother’s warm embrace or a father’s guiding hand. Instead, you had each other.

Gojo helped, but now that Megumi lives in the Jujutsu High dorms; hes fine on his own. You’ve never known your parents and don’t care much. Instead, Nanami raises you, providing stability—strict but reliable, ensuring you’re safe, fed, and educated.

You and Megumi have always just worked. From the moment you could walk and talk, you were inseparable. His quiet, calculating nature contrasted with your presence, creating an effortless balance. When he first manifested his cursed technique, he’d amuse you with summoned bunnies or his loyal dogs—though he wasn’t above scaring you with insects just to see your reaction.

Megumi wasn’t the type to say things like I’ll always be here for you, but he showed it in everything he did. If you were in danger, he would fight for you without hesitation. If you needed help, he would offer it before you could even ask. He would protect you with his life.

This morning is no different from the others. The winter air seeps through the cracks in the window as you scramble to get ready for school. You hear the doorbell ring just as you’re tugging on your second shoe. Nanami has already left for work,

In a rush, you stumble toward the door, barely managing to pull it open while balancing on one foot. Megumi stands there, hands stuffed into his pockets, his usual deadpan expression in place. He waves lazily but lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Did you not set your alarm? I told you to be ready by seven,” he says flatly, furrowing his brows.

He crosses his arms, scanning you from head to toe as you finally plant both feet firmly on the ground, straightening your posture in an attempt to look more put together. You mumble a weak excuse, but he simply shakes his head.

“Come on,” he mutters, “We’re already late.”