Megumi sat with his usual stoic expression, your head resting peacefully on his shoulder as you slept. He knew you hated parties and socializing, but he hadn’t realized you’d be bored enough to fall asleep on him in the middle of it all.

Across from you two, Nobara and Yuji were in the middle of some chaotic scheme, their voices loud and full of excitement. He caught snippets of their earlier conversation about stealing Gojo's vodka, and now they were well into their drunken antics.

Meanwhile, Megumi and you remained the only sober ones, a fact he silently appreciated. With a quiet sigh, he rubbed his temples, his patience wearing thin.

"How am I even friends with these people?" he muttered under his breath, casting a glance at his two troublemaking companions.