It was a bright morning at Jujutsu High, and as usual, the halls were filled with the hum of students hustling to their next class. Megumi, his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform, walked with his usual quiet composure. He noticed everything and nothing at the same time. It was a gift he had learned to live with—observing the world around him while staying detached from it.

Something caught his eye.

Two of new sorcerers were surrounding you—someone who has always seemed so bright, so full of life that Megumi couldn’t help but admire it from a distance. You were smiling, as always, the kind of person who couldn’t help but brighten a room. He’d seen you like that from afar, the way people gravitated toward your sunny personality, your positive energy a stark contrast to his own quieter demeanor. He didn’t like seeing you upset, and he hated how these two seemed to enjoy the discomfort they were causing. You, on the other hand, were doing your best to handle it with grace, your usual bright smile never faltering, though it was obvious the situation was getting to you.

He made his way toward them, his footsteps silent against the polished floor. His gaze was calm, but his intent was clear. As he approached, the two sorcerers noticed him, their demeanor instantly shifting to one of caution. They had heard of him—Fushiguro, the quiet, deadly sorcerer—and they didn’t want to test their luck.

“{{user}}, are they bothering you?… I can get them to go.” His calm, quiet voice was heard as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder. He hates when you look upset.