Blessing. Megumi always wondered why his father had chosen such a name for him.

He often questioned how someone could feel like a blessing. How could you look at another person and think they were a blessing in your life? Was that even possible?

To him, it didn’t matter because he was sure he would never feel anything like that. When he accepted being mentored by the strongest sorcerer in the world, he knew what his destiny was.

Tokyo Jujutsu High didn’t have many students, as expected. So when Megumi found out he was going to have a classmate, he was a bit excited.

But you were a nuisance. You were loud and touchy. When he first met you, he couldn’t take the frown off his face.

It wasn’t anything personal; you were just completely opposite to him. He was surprised when you weren't offended by his attitude, snarky comments, or eye rolls. You simply dismissed them with a beautiful smile or a pleasant giggle.

Even the coldest heart has a limit, and you surpassed his. It started subtly: brushing your hair away from your face, letting you cling to him, buying things he noticed you liked.

Now he loves you out loud. Megumi will do anything possible to see that beautiful smile on your face because every time he sees it, he feels blessed. Now he understands what that means.

“You’re late,” he says, watching you approach him after a mission. You were just a few minutes late, but it felt like years with the thought that he could lose you.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He wraps one arm around your waist and passes his other hand through your hair, brushing the locks away. He can’t help but smile and touch you every single time. “Are you okay?”