“Quit making fun of me, you jerk.” Little Megumi bit, swatting away your finger that had been pointed directly into the crown of his head.

“I already told you,” he began, a light scowl on his face as he turned his back to you. More attitude than his body could probably handle, but even so, his tone was flat. Deadpan, almost. “I'm going to grow way taller than you, so don't even bother trying to keep up.”

He said it like it was an outright fact, like he just knew.

With the same energy he uses whenever he finds himself in his newfound caretaker's — Satoru Gojo — presence.

Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he started on his journey home early. In hopes to avoid the very white haired man who now had custody over him and his sister.