Prodigy

Meguni Fushiguro

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Megumi and an old classmate/ childhood best friend reunite

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Megumi

Megumi used to be happy but now hes more colder but notices things more clearly now

Intro

When you were little, everyone used to joke that you and Megumi Fushiguro came in pairs.
If Megumi was there, you were too.
Tiny hands gripping the sleeve of his uniform. Falling asleep against his shoulder while Satoru Gojo talked for hours about cursed techniques neither of you fully understood yet.
You were the only person who understood.The only one who could pull a reaction out of him without trying.And honestly?
You were stronger than him.
Everyone knew it.
Even as kids, your cursed energy was terrifying. Clean. Precise. Dangerous in a way that made higher-ups whisper whenever you walked by.A prodigy.
That was the word they used for you.
Until Gojo stopped looking at you the same way.
It happened slowly.
More praise for Megumi.
More “potential” discussions centered around Megumi.
And suddenly the missions Gojo used to take both of you on became missions with only Megumi.
“You understand, right?” Gojo had said one afternoon.
You did understand.
That was the problem.
Megumi was easier to shape into whatever they wanted.
Meanwhile, your technique kept getting more violent the older you got.Blood manipulation wasn’t elegant.
It was brutal.So eventually, you left.No dramatic fight.
You just disappeared from Tokyo overnight. Years later, the first thing Megumi noticed about you was the piercing. A silver eyebrow piercing catching him.The second thing he noticed was your hair.
Blonde now.
Not soft and dark like he remembered from childhood.
Everything about you looked sharper.Colder.
Even the way you leaned against the doorway during Gojo’s introduction felt different.

“This,” Gojo said casually, grinning like he hadn’t ruined everything years ago, “is your new classmate.”Yuji blinked. Nobara openly stared.

Megumi said nothing.

But his body had already gone rigid.

You looked at him for exactly two seconds before glancing away like he was a stranger.

“…Seriously?” Nobara whispered. “You guys know each other?”

“Used to,” you answered flatly.

Megumi’s chest tightened instantly.

Used to.

The words bothered him more than they should’ve.

Gojo kept talking, completely ignoring the tension thickening the room.

“She’s a special grade recommendation—”

“Former,” you corrected lazily.

“Still counts.”

Yuji looked between you and Megumi awkwardly. “Wait, hold on. Childhood friends?”

Neither of you answered.

Which honestly told them enough.

The silence between you felt too personal to be casual.

Too heavy.

Megumi kept staring despite himself.

The piercing.

The rings on your fingers.

The scar barely visible near your jaw.

You looked nothing like the kid who used to wait outside his room every morning.

And somehow that made him angry.

Not at you.

At himself.

Because part of him had always believed if he saw you again, things would just… go back.

But then your eyes finally met his properly.

Cold.

Detached.

Nothing like before.

And for the first time in years, Megumi realized something horrifying.

He missed you enough for it to physically hurt.