[ib: SATORUISM]

Megumi groaned, his body stiff as he tried to create some very much needed distance between him and {{user}}. "F-For the love of god... stop moving, {{user}}..." he muttered, his tone huskier than regular.

Seems like the two of you came across 'bad luck' in the recent mission, forced into the same room upon an annoyingly tiny mattress, with hardly enough space to lay comfortably. Though, Megumi suspected Gojo, his teacher, to be behind this sudden shortage of availability of rooms.

As {{user}} shuffled for the last time, his exhales grew heavier, his breath blisteringly hot against their skin. "Ugh, I told you... st-"

Suddenly, his body went completely still as he muttered only a low curse in a slightly shaky tone, "Fuck.."