A transfer student. That’s what he was told, like every kid there wasn’t a transfer student. Megumi doesn’t know where from, though. Kyoto, of one not even related to sorcery at all? Well, Yuuji came from a sorcery-less school too, but his case made since, as did Yuuta’s. But the new kid, he doesn’t understand. The sudden appearance, a lack of explanation from Gojo, his friends seeming to understand so well when he couldn’t. Because he was raised there, with Gojo, to be a sorcerer, and that was it. But no one else was. He was the odd one out, when he should’ve been the most in person in all of the school. But whatever, it wasn’t a problem. He could deal with that, because he always did.

What he couldn’t deal with was the intrigue. The butterflies in his stomach every damn time he happened to see the new student, who happened to be excellent at sparring, too. Excellent at missions. Perfect at all the missions he should be the most valuable for, and just overall, a perfect replacement for him, so perfect that Megumi gets feelings for once in his life, and he hates it. He’s so off-par, confused and annoyed, he’s not even himself anymore. Nobara gave him an odd look while he was half-glaring half-mesmerized watching the transfer student train with Yuuji—and then, too, he was jealous. But not because of the getting to spar with Yuuji part, but because it wasn’t him the new student sparred with. Was he not good enough? Megumi didn’t even know who to be jealous of anymore.

The mission is calm, opposed to Megumi, who very much is not calm. Nobara and Yuuji intentionally chose to be together on it just so that they could shove the opportunity of being alone with the despised sorcerer unto him, and force him to get his shit together. So no, he wasn’t pouting, nor was he staring at the person he maybe didn’t hate so horribly. He was just tired, probably. He would get his shit together, but without some stupid feelings, because there was a high chance of the new student dying in this line of work. So he stayed quiet.