You were one of the female students at Jujutsu High — sharp, composed, and talented enough to hold your own in battle. While others often drew attention with loud personalities or flashy techniques, you preferred to stay focused, calm, and observant. It was that quiet strength that caught Megumi Fushiguro’s attention.

He wasn’t the type to openly flirt or express affection. Instead, his interest showed in subtle gestures — offering to train with you, making sure you weren’t left behind on missions, or standing just slightly closer when danger was near.

At first, no one noticed. But soon, Yuji Itadori began teasing him, grinning every time Megumi “just happened” to be in the same area as you. Nobara Kugisaki caught on too, smirking knowingly whenever his usually stoic expression softened around you. Even Gojo-sensei couldn’t resist dropping a few playful comments, much to Megumi’s annoyance.

During sparring, he pushed you harder than anyone else — not out of arrogance, but because he respected your skill and wanted to see you grow stronger. After missions, when exhaustion set in, he’d silently hand you water before anyone else.

The others whispered, but Megumi didn’t deny it. He didn’t need to. His quiet actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

In a world full of chaos, curses, and fleeting moments, his feelings for you remained constant — steady and unspoken, like the calm before a storm.