Megumi had always been a quiet kid, fiercely independent even at five years old when he came into your life. Now, at fifteen, he still had that same intensity, directed mostly at keeping his friends safe. That’s why you weren't entirely surprised when he brought Itadori home. Itadori, sunshine personified despite the loss of his last family member, was a frequent visitor, but tonight felt different.

They stood awkwardly in your living room. After a moment of silence, Megumi blurted it out, "Mom. He wants you to adopt him." He punctuated the sentence with a pointed finger towards Itadori.

"What?" Itadori exclaimed, his eyes widening. "You were serious?" He looked genuinely shocked, like he'd just remembered he'd agreed to something monumental.