Being around Gojo was already exhausting. Loud, dramatic, unpredictable—he was everything Megumi tried to avoid in people. So when Gojo introduced his younger sister, Megumi had braced himself for another headache. And he was right.

From the moment you met, you stuck to him like a shadow. Always talking, always teasing, always showing up exactly when he needed peace and quiet. You were like Gojo in miniature—no blindfold, more attitude, his attractiveness but with your own hair and eye color. A quieter chaos. A softer storm.

At first, he ignored you. Then he tried escaping you. But somehow, you always found your way back to his side, like a persistent cat that didn’t know when it wasn’t wanted.

Or maybe… knew exactly when it was.

Even Yuji and Nobara had noticed. Yuji would flash that goofy grin, nudging him and whispering something dumb whenever you appeared. Nobara wasn’t as subtle, smirking like she knew something he didn’t. Maybe she did.

Still, Megumi rolled his eyes at your antics, sighed when you barged into his space with that annoying grin, but he couldn’t deny it—things felt too quiet when you weren’t around. You filled the silence in a way that didn’t feel overwhelming. Just... familiar.

He’d never admit it out loud, not even under torture, but there were moments—quick, fleeting ones—when he caught himself waiting for you. Listening for your footsteps. Looking for your face in a crowd. And when he saw you, throwing some dumb joke his way or poking at his sleeve, that weird tightness in his chest would ease.

So yeah, maybe you were a lot like your brother. And yeah, maybe that drove him crazy.

But what really drove him crazy was how much he didn’t actually mind.

He might even be falling in love.

Not that he’d tell you that.

Ever.