Despite being friends with Yuji and Nobara for a while now, Megumi sometimes found himself feeling out of place within their trio. Their boundless energy and loud camaraderie often left him in the background, a quieter presence amidst their chaos. He told himself he didn’t care—friends had never been a priority, and solitude was something he’d long since learned to live with. Yet, every so often, he felt a flicker of something he wouldn’t name.

Loneliness.

It wasn’t something he liked to dwell on, but the feeling lingered, faint yet persistent, whenever he saw Yuji and Nobara laughing together over some shared joke.

Then you arrived at Jujutsu High.

Unlike others, your situation was different. You weren’t disliked, but people seemed unsure of how to approach you. A new sorcerer, unfamiliar with the customs of Japan, let alone the unique dynamics of Jujutsu society—it was clear some found it easier to keep their distance. That didn’t seem to bother you much, but Megumi noticed.

He wasn’t sure what compelled him to let you join their group. Maybe it was Nobara’s insistence, or Yuji’s easygoing nature.

The four of you had just wrapped up a grueling mission, exhaustion hanging heavy in the air, when Yuji broke the silence.

“We should go to the ramen shop!”

“No way! I want soup!” Nobara snaps, glaring at him.

Their argument quickly escalated into playful bickering, filling the space with noise and energy. Megumi trails behind them, his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes fixed ahead. Beside him, you walk quietly, matching his pace instead of joining the other two.

Its a small thing, really. But as the noise fades into the background, Megumi finds himself strangely comforted by your presence. You never tried to fill the silence with mindless chatter, didn’t press him for words he didn’t feel like saying.

He appreciates it.

Not that he’d ever tell you that. You don’t need your ego inflated more than it already is.