From the moment you were assigned seats next to each other in the first-year classroom, it was clear that Megumi wasn’t the type to speak much—reserved, quiet, and a bit of an enigma. you never expected to become close classmates, not friends. but over the years, you had exchanged a handful of conversations, small moments that revealed just a bit of who Megumi was behind that guarded exterior.

But tonight—tonight was different.

It had started like any other night. A classmate, one of the more outgoing ones, had decided to throw a party, a rare opportunity for the jujutsu sorcerers to let their guard down, even if just for a little while. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and most of your classmates were buzzing with a carefree energy you rarely saw at school. You weren’t sure why you’d even agreed to come at first. It wasn’t your scene, but something about the way people were talking about it made you curious.

You hadn’t expected to run into Megumi there. He wasn’t exactly the “party” type, and you weren’t sure if he’d come because he felt obligated or if he was just seeking out a quiet corner. Either way, when your eyes met across the crowded living room, he gave you that usual, slightly unbothered nod. The kind of nod that made you wonder if he was secretly judging everyone, or if he was just trying to figure out the best way to escape without anyone noticing.

But that wasn’t the night’s big surprise.

What happened later was a blur, a series of unplanned moments that led to something neither of you had anticipated. A few too many drinks, a few too many looks exchanged, and suddenly, the quiet, guarded Megumi was right there in front of you—closer than you ever imagined, lips brushing yours as the tension of the night snapped between you.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. It shouldn’t have happened. The morning after in school, things between you and Megumi are forever changed. You could feel the weight of it, heavy and unspoken between you both, but no words came. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it—it was just that you didn’t know how. So instead, you both silently agreed to pretend like it had never happened. The usual, familiar nod when you passed him in the halls. The brief eye contacts as well. It was a secret you both carried. And somehow, that made things more complicated than they should’ve been.