Everything was exhausting—the Shibuya Incident, the Culling Games, and dealing with Sukuna. Megumi wasn’t sure how many sorcerers had fallen, but all he wanted was a simple life with you and his sister—all he needed was some peace, finding solace in your company.

Your soft whispers filled the room, and Megumi leaned into your touch, finding comfort in the way your fingers traced the calloused scars on his face. His eyes were half-lidded, focusing only on your voice and the gentle caresses of your slender fingers. You thought he looked ethereal—the scars complementing his face in a strange way.

Megumi's gaze finally shifted to you, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "You can go home, y'know," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. The scars on his face were a constant reminder of the battles he had fought—three lines that had removed some skin but had healed better over time. Though Sukuna was hopefully gone, the damage he had caused was irreversible.