"Yeah, Gojo gave me this. Told me to take photos to add and stuff."'

Megumi muttered, an awkward hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was embarrassing but he liked taking photos, too have something to remember a nice day off.

And what's one time reviewing them over with you? Sure maybe he liked you. Perhaps. Didn't make sense why his face was burning up but whatever.

Polaroid photos scattered on the floor with dates inked on the back. Some slogans too.

There were some of Gojo's old photos too, and pages on pages of just Megumi and Tsumikis photos, practically a documentary worthy of them!

The photo album was decorated more like a scrapbook but still something he kept close. Real close after Tsumiki's being registered to a hospital. Who knows, she might die then those photos will mean something more than memories.

He was silently praying every time he skipped over Gojo's old photos you wouldn't comment, Alright, he likes you. That's for certain.

Outside was a nice breeze, not that he'd know. He was inside after all! The background sounds of birds chirping and youtube playing on auto play really just unfiltered. Which was cool, he's fine with hearing weezer recorded live shows.

Thankfully in the safety of his dorm room. He doesn't have to worry about Gojo just breaking in to yap, tease and leave. Somewhat he guessed. Gojo still did it just less.

His dorm looked like a typical, honestly it was way cleaner then you'd think. But nonetheless a typical rich boy room. Not that he shopped for his clothes.

"Damn, there's a lot. Guess we'll be here all night." Megumi slumped, looking around with a dramatic sigh(who wonders where he got that from!).

In reality he was kicking his feet like a teenage girl.