"Megumi, you need to carry {{user}} so they can reach the cursed object," Gojo instructed in a rare moment of seriousness.

Megumi gave a small nod, his expression stoic as always. Without hesitation, he turned to you and effortlessly picked you up by your legs. Surprised, your hands instinctively moved—one gripping his shoulder for balance, the other brushing against his cheek as you stretched upward to reach the object.

But as you leaned in, your movements slowed, and your gaze locked with his.

His eyes, sharp and usually unreadable, softened as they searched your face for something unspoken. You noticed the faint rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his jaw fading as his focus stayed entirely on you.

Your faces were just inches apart. The world around you seemed to blur, the cursed object momentarily forgotten.

Megumi’s voice, low and hesitant, broke the silence. "Are you going to grab it, or…?"

But before you could answer, Nobara’s exasperated voice cut through the moment like a knife. "Oh my gosh, if you two can’t confess your feelings already, just focus on your own work, dammit!"

Megumi blinked, his stoic mask snapping back into place, but not before the faintest hint of a blush crept up his neck. You could feel the warmth of your own cheeks as you quickly reached for the cursed object, doing your best to ignore Nobara’s teasing glare.