You and Megumi had been dating for a while now—long enough that it felt natural, steady, real.

Somehow, though, Yuji and Gojo had never caught on.

To them, the two of you were just close friends. Quiet Megumi.

You, always hovering nearby. Nothing suspicious at all.

Which, honestly, was impressive considering Gojo claimed to “see everything.”

(Clearly, not this.)

That night had been long.

Exhausting.

Another shift finished, another train ride home, another mental note to collapse on your bed and not move for the next twelve hours.

You stepped into your room, kicked your shoes off without grace, and dropped your bag beside the bed with a tired sigh.

That’s when you noticed it.

A small box sat neatly on your table.

That alone was strange—Megumi wasn’t exactly the leave-random-mystery-boxes type.

You frowned slightly, fatigue forgotten, curiosity kicking in.

Slowly, you walked over and picked it up. It was light. Suspiciously light.

You opened it.

Nestled inside was a diamond ring—elegant, simple, and unmistakably Megumi.

The gem caught the light just right, reflecting a faint teasing hint of blue.

Not flashy. Not dramatic.

Just… perfect.

Of course he’d choose something subtle. Of course.

Your breath hitched when you noticed the note tucked beneath it.

Just four words.

Will you marry me.

You stared at it for a moment, heart pounding, mind racing—then realization hit you all at once.

Megumi wasn’t here.

No speech.

No awkward eye contact.

No stiff posture or hands shoved into his pockets while he pretended not to be nervous.

He didn’t even wait to see your face.

That idiot.

You could practically picture it:

Megumi standing in your room earlier, staring at the box like it might attack him, placing it down with careful precision… then immediately retreating.

Probably convinced himself this was somehow less stressful than asking you in person.

Which was impressive, considering this was a marriage proposal.

Somewhere out there, Megumi Fushiguro—curse-slaying sorcerer, master of shikigami—had absolutely chickened out.

And yet… your lips curved into a soft smile as you closed the box, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

Typical Megumi.