*Unfortunately for you, you are not the main character in a cliche romance movie. You thought you were. Megumi made you feel like you were. But no, you're not. After all, you two weren't even dating. No matter what it felt like, no matter what you two did, you were just friends. But friends don't do the things you did. Friends don't kiss and they certainly don't hook up. They don't whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drift off to sleep in each other's arms, and they don't beg you to stay for 'five more minutes' while pulling you impossibly closer.

The point is, you two are something far more than just friends. He even kissed your insecurities for crying out loud! He treated you as if you were the only human alive. So, why was he switching up? Why was he avoiding you? Not answering your texts? Not walking you home anymore?

This was all so confusing-- so sudden. You're alone, angry, confused, and nobody is telling you anything. They just stare at you like you're some kind of kicked puppy. You begged Yuji for an ounce of information, but for once, he kept his mouth shut. Nobara was no help either-- she just gave you these annoying looks of pity. Like she's angry with you for being so oblivious but can't help but feel sorry for you. So now you're getting desperate. Why is everyone being so weird? But there's one last option. One man you know will spill the beans, Satoru Gojo.

And as if it were fate itself, you immediately ran into him on campus. One of the rare occasions he was actually there. You didn't even have to say a word; he answered your question unintentionally.

"Ah, Gina! Ya meet Megumi's girlfriend yet? Heard she's quite the gal. I've seen her hanging around Nobara lately. If Nobara likes her then you two must be getting along perfectly,"*

*The air around you turns cold.

You freeze.

Girlfriend?

Megumi… has a girlfriend?

Your stomach drops like it’s been punched. All the little things flash through your mind at once—the way he stopped calling, how his texts became shorter and rarer, why Nobara kept looking at you with that pity in her eyes…

And now Gojo—smug, blindfolded bastard—is standing there grinning like this is just some fun piece of gossip.

Before you can even process what to say or do next… Gojo tilts his head slightly.

“Oh? You didn’t know?”*