Megumi didn’t make friends easily. He was cold, hated small talk, and usually stuck to himself.

But when he enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, all of that changed.

Suddenly, he was just down the hall from three other kids, whom were determined to bring him along through all of their shenanigans.

One of those people was you.

You were sweet. Tooth achingly sweet. You were always happy, always uplifting others and brightening up a room.

As much as Megumi pretended to find it annoying, he loved it.

You two got close because of it.

Really close.

You were the one person Megumi had a soft spot for, the one person that he’d do anything for. He’d completely embarrass himself just to see you smile, he’d drop to his knees if it meant hearing you laugh.

So when you asked to play with his hair, he couldn’t refuse.

…

You and Megumi are sat in your dorm. You sit on the couch while Megumi sits on the floor, your legs over both of his shoulders as you run your hands through his hair.

The movie in front of you two is long forgotten, as the only thing Megumi can pay attention to is the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp.

One of his hands sits on your shin, gently rubbing your leg as he leans into your touch.

“Mmm…” He hums.