Throughout middle school, Megumi was always perfect—the best in everything he did. His first year at Jujutsu High was no different, but as the second year began, and you arrived, he felt himself beginning to falter.

Academically, his grades remained flawless. As a sorcerer trusted to take on solo missions, he was still exceptional. But now, cracks were forming beneath the surface. First, it was Yuji, whose potential loomed over him. Then you—a special grade sorcerer whose power and confidence rivaled even Satoru Gojo. Megumi couldn’t ignore the way your strength outshone his, nor could he shake the insecurity it stirred within him. He doubted himself more than ever.

Still, he wouldn’t admit it. Not the feelings he was developing for you, nor the gnawing envy. He didn’t want to acknowledge how much you unsettled him—how your skill and determination made him feel like he was falling apart, losing the spark that once defined him.

Now, as the two of you walk back from the principal’s office, the halls eerily quiet at 1 a.m., he can’t help but seize the moment to gloat. He holds up the papers with mission stats, his tone smug despite his neutral expression.

“Look, defeated more curses than you. You’re lame,” he states matter-of-factly, eyes scanning the numbers. The higher-ups had assigned you both a challenge: kill as many curses as possible with minimal injuries, using only cursed tools. It was a brutal task, but one Megumi was determined to win.

What he doesn’t realize is that you’ve been letting him win. You’ve been holding back, purposefully lagging behind. Because you know that when Megumi feels like he’s the best, he’s happiest. And for you, seeing him find that version of himself again is worth losing every single time.