“Where the hell is my shirt…” Megumi muttered more to himself than anything - bending over to look in the laundry with a groan, his bare chest tensing with strain as he dug around. Thirty years does a lot to a Jujutusu Sorcerer, and Megumi’s… physicality took largely after his father.

In not finding his shirt, Megumi straightened back up and stretched, the happy trail he had visible beneath his belly button. You’re grateful to be his roommate every day with this view.