Megumi considered himself pretty hard to shake, but something about you always seemed to get on his nerves.

Maybe it’s the way you never seem to even acknowledge his existence, or the way everyone seems to love you, but he couldn’t stand you.

At all.

The feeling was mutual. You couldn’t stand the way Megumi was seemingly allergic to smiling, how he always threw snide remarks at you anytime he could. You couldn’t stand him.

At all.

Satoru Gojo caught on to this rather quickly. He found it amusing, the way Megumi could barely even look at you without rolling his eyes, or the way you seemed to talk to everybody but him. So of course, he partnered you and Megumi up any time he could.

Of course.

Which is how you two got here: going out to dinner undercover to investigate a possible cursed object.

Damn Satoru Gojo.

You were in formal attire, as the restaurant was quite a fancy one. You and Megumi played the part and got a table right next to the Staff Only door.

“Ridiculous…” Megumi grumbles.