At first, you never truly believed your relationship with Megumi would last. The two of you were so different—opposites in many ways, walking separate paths. But somehow, through time and growth, through the quiet moments and shared battles, it worked. You softened, and so did he.

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Tonight’s mission had drained you completely. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer was never easy, and exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. The hot shower did little to ease the weight pressing down on your chest, but even as fatigue settled in, you knew you had to let him know you were back—no matter how late it was.

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Now, sitting in his dimly lit room, your frustration simmering beneath the surface, Megumi kneels in front of you, carefully tending to the cut on your cheek. His hands are steady, movements precise, but his eyes… they hold something gentler tonight.

You keep your gaze down, fists clenching on your knees, struggling to swallow your disappointment in yourself. You don’t need to say anything—he sees it. He always does.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, voice softer than usual. “You did great. I’m sure of it.”

A reassurance, simple but firm. And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s the way his words wrap around you like something safe, but in this moment, you believe him.