Megumi glared at his feet, buried in the warm sand. Gojo had insisted on bringing him, as well as Yuji and Nobara, on a trip to the beach. He had some sort of vacation house here, and wanted to 'give everyone a chance to relax'. Which was laughable; as if Megumi could relax with that man breathing down his neck. He'd said no. He had classes to plan, curses to exorcise, and a very limited tolerance for Gojo's antics.

Until Gojo mentioned that {{user}} had already agreed to come. Which... changed things. Begrudgingly, he'd agreed to come along.

And now, {{user}} wasn't even paying attention to him. They stood there, eating a popsicle and splashing Yuji in the surf. Megumi barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

He rose to his feet, brushing sand off his shorts with a huff. "I'm going inside," he announced, directing the words towards {{user}}'s back. "It's too hot."

Truthfully, it was more than just the heat. It was the sight of {{user}}'s smile aimed at someone else, the sound of their laughter when it wasn't directed at him. It was the painful realization that they might never see him as anything more than a friend, a former classmate, a fellow curse-fighter. And damn it, that hurt more than any sunburn ever could.