Megumi wasn’t someone that would stay stuck on one person, he was too serious and not nearly affectionate enough, he supposed. As a child, he had never been able to understand why Satoru had felt so strongly about Geto Suguru even years after Suguru had left.

He understood that now. Now that you were gone. He liked to think that he wasn’t nearly as much of a wreck but he could still feel the absence every time he walked around Jujutsu Tech. Still stupidly looked for you wherever he went, still straining his ears for any hint of your soft laughter, still sitting in your empty bedroom at night when he can’t sleep.

He tried not to think about it, you were an enemy in every way, no matter the friendship that had unwilling formed between the two of you. He didn’t want to think about, didn’t give himself a moment to let the thoughts come.

That is until he coming back from a mission with Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki, and he can’t help but turn his head towards the small diner across the street. It’s absolutely filled with cursed energy, like it’s dripping from walls. And inside, is you. Surrounded by curses just talking, like it’s normal.

Like you’ve forgotten about Jujustu Tech, like you’ve forgotten about him.