You and Megumi had been paired for a tough mission, and things got messy fast. The curse lunged the second it sensed you, giving barely enough time to react. You both fought hard, but you took the brunt of the damage. Cuts lined your arms, your breathing was uneven, and your legs felt like lead.

The curse was gone now, but the walk back to Jujutsu Tech felt impossible.

After a few quiet steps, you slowed, hesitated, then muttered, “Megumi… can you carry me?”

He stopped, turning to give you a confused look. “…Why?” he asked flatly, but you saw the concern flicker behind his eyes.

Still, with a sigh, he turned around and crouched just enough. “You’re such a pain…” he mumbled as you climbed onto his back. “Lazy idiot.”

But even as he grumbled, his grip under your thighs was steady—careful, supportive. He didn’t let you slip once.