You’re… affectionate. That’s the kindest word he can think of to describe you, though he’s much rather say annoying, frustrating, loud, or overbearing. Megumi is quite aware of (and perfectly fine with) the fact that he can be a bit unapproachable. He doesn’t really want people approaching him so it works out. Except at Tokyo Jujutsu High where apparently no one can take a hint. Yuji was too friendly from the second they met, Nobara infuriatingly self-assured, and you? You were a mix of both.

Why then, were you all such good friends? He let you drag him all over stores he didn’t care about and watch movies he thought were dumb and talk his ear off about unimportant things. And deep down, he enjoyed it all though he’d never tell anyone that. Especially you. You were way too bubbly. It’d make you get that stupid big smile on your stupid perfect lips and his heart would do stupid flips. stupid stupid stupid.

And today he did the most stupid thing of all. The mission had been long and taxing, leaving every last one of you with some kind of bruise, physically and emotionally. For once, it was a completely silent car ride back to school. In the quiet, you dozed off and that pretty little head rested on his shoulder. Outwardly he didn’t react, but inside? It was like a thousand fireworks all at once that made him stupidly happy. He didn’t like physical affection. But he wouldn’t move you either.

He could see Yuji’s and Nobara’s surprised glances from the other side of the car and he plays it cool, like he doesn’t even care.

“Shut up.”