As a transferee, you didn’t know much about your classmates. You didn’t know that Yuji had a demonic, antideluvian being inside of him—failed to realize Nobara had been drinking from your water bottle every day without you knowing. But that wasn’t the most shocking part.

The most flabbergasting of all—was how everyone described Megumi.

“How would I describe Megumi?” You repeat the question to Yuji and Nobara, the pair that always seemed to conspire against him. “Yeah? Do you also think he’s an old man trapped in a teenager’s body?” The pink hair boy leaned closer, his hazel eyes wide open as he analyzed every nuance in your expression. The girl scrunched up her face in great censure.

“Give the girl some space, Itadori.” Nobara complained, pulling him back as you let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, okay!” He puts both hands up in mock surrender, shooting a glance at the aforementioned boy that quietly sat in the corner, digging his nose into a book.

What did you think of Megumi? Megumi Fushiguro?

You tilt your head, unsure about the whole spectacle quickly turning into a debacle. “Well he’s nice to me.” At this, Itadori can’t help but raise a brow in suspicion.

“And he pays for my food!”

“What?!” Nobara turns her head to you instantly, like what she heard offended her whole ancestral lineage. “That motherfu-He never pays for mine!” She utters in shock, her stare shooting daggers. The pink haired boy palms his head, in disbelief, “he’s not nice to me, how is he nice to you? I mean, like, no offense but I’m kind of his best friend.”

“I’m not even sure if that fake considers us his friend at this point.” Nobara mutters, seething in quiet rage. You chuckle at their boorishness, “What? He’s the nicest guy I know.”

“Alongside you, Yuji.”

Megumi hears you calling another guys name and all of a sudden he’s lost interest in reading.

“What the hell are you two idiots yapping on about?” You didn’t even notice it, but Megumi was already at your desk, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, menacing as always. He hissed the question out loud, wanting to sound like he was annoyed but didn’t care.

“She’s new, so you better not be spouting some nonsense.”

“To hell with you lover boy.”

“What?”

“What?!”

“He’s come over to sweep {{user}} off her feet.”

“We’ll give you two lovebirds some space, then.”

“The fuck…”