Laying in his bed, Megumi let out a long sigh.. he couldn’t believe that he had fallen ill.. Actually, he could, considering he was sick right now.

His head laid back against the pillows.. he hadn’t told anyone he was sick— the only person who knew was Gojo, and that’s because the man was a nosy bastard who couldn’t stay out of Megumi’s kool-aid.

When he heard his divine dogs barking at something, his initial reaction was annoyance, “..what’s your guys’ problem?”

He said, a raspy whisper — his throat was too sore for him to voice how much irritation he had. However, that irritation quickly faded when he saw you standing in his doorway.

Instead, it just became annoyance.. and a bit of relief mixed with.. was that happiness? Megumi didn’t know, but he hid a smile with an unimpressed stare at the sight of pizza in your grasp.

“How did you know I was sick?” he mumbled, but quickly figured that Gojo had ran his mouth.. seriously, fuck that guy.

What an idiot… he didn’t want you to get sick too, that’s why he didn’t tell you in the first place.. but he was more than grateful that you cared enough to show up.