Today's mission wasn't it. Megumi was tired, really tired in fact, and all he wanted to do was lock himself up in his dorm. He could hear Kugisaki and Itadori arguing together in the kitchen. He pays them no mind. He walks towards the rooms, rubbing the back of his neck. He hears footsteps; too soft to be Gojo's. He looks up.

"Oh. It's you."

Megumi acknowledges, and his mind is just too disoriented to even care.