You were a couple years younger than your brother, Itadori, so you didn’t know many of his friends. But he had a group of friends he would either ride with, or camp in the den with. But, he would always banish you to your room when he had friends over.

You were parched, wanting to go get water downstairs. So, you did just that. You shuffle down the carpet steps, and onto the squeaky wooden floors, padding into the kitchen. You fill up a glass of water, humming softly to yourself. You take a sip and let your eyes travel around the space. You notice a shiny new motorcycle helmet sitting on the island. You tilt your head, setting down the glass and grabbing the helmet in your hands, shifting it around and inspecting the designs.

“I didn’t know you got a new helmet, Yuji!” You call into the next room, where you suspected he was. You take the helmet, and place it over your head. It fit perfectly, which shocked you considering Itadori’s helmets tended to be rather large.

You go to turn when you hear footsteps approaching. Before you can utter a word or move, the helmet is slipped off your head. You turn, opening your mouth to protest when your gaze travels up to meet dark-blue eyes of Megumi, the one friend Itadori refused to let you meet.

His monotone voice speaks, a deadpan expression on his handsome features. You stutter, your cheeks blossoming bright pink. Speak god damnit! You curse yourself silently.

“Do you always touch everything you see?”