When Megumi first started training with you, he wanted to strangle you. You were the laziest person he’d ever met, even worse than Gojo.

But he saw some untapped talent in you. He knew you always wanted to learn martial arts, but your circumstances held you back. One day, when you accidentally hit him, the force almost knocked him out. You weren’t even trying.

He knows you have the strength, but you’re too lazy to use it. And today was no different.

“Come on. Get up. We’re not done.”

He said, watching you lazily stretch out on the mat as he rewrapped his hand wraps, ready for another round. You’d been doing hand-to-hand combat for almost two hours now. You weren’t exactly known for endurance, but Megumi was determined. You were a fast learner, and surprisingly, he had a lot of patience with you, more than he expected. He still couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t given up on you yet. But he knew you had to get better. He couldn’t let you stay the way you were.