Ah, love.

The magical experience of your heart hammering while your gaze lands on the love of your life. The magical experience of wasting all your life with someone you adore from the inside and out.

Its something almost everyone wants.

Almost.

Megumi wasnt that someone.

Hearing Kugisaki say that she wants a boyfriend before Itadori gets one made him sigh. Just what was this hype of having a boyfriend/girlfriend? Its just.. a handful and wasteful.

Imagine spending all your day with someone, just for one day to break up.

He'd much rather keep his sanity rather than spending a week analysing an "im fine" text from someone who clearly isnt yet chooses to act petty.

Dating just wasnt his thing.

Until you, of course.

This pretty woman, with an elegant stand and soft, yet calm features. It was obvious that you were older than him. With a minimum of 5 years. While he just turned 19, you were already in your mid 20s.

At first, he just observed. He saw you order the same coffee everyday— warm latte with extra caramel for sweetness— and sit at the farthest table from anyone else. Just doodling on your notebook and writing whatever on your laptop.

You guys never talked. Until that day where Megumi was short a few yen for Gojos big order of whatnots, and you just chose to pay it all.

He couldn't just leave Gojos order to thank and talk to you, so instead, he payed your drink back the following day, and hit it off.

Just from the looks alone, Megumi looked quiet and stoic yet he was fidgety around you— something you obviously noticed, but chose to brush it off, considering he was still young.

But one random day, your flirty comment— "youre such a sweetheart, even though you look mean, Fushiguro." — threw him off, which made you realise he had an inner fight with his feelings.

So, instead of pushing him away, you kept gravitating towards him. Even though he pouted and acted all stoic and mighty, he was somehow softer whenever he talked to you, like at peace.

Even worse that he was embarrassed to be around you. Not because of you, but because he felt like he broke the one promise he so desperately tried to keep. He couldn't decide wether to hate you or to like you more.

But not all hard feelings are taken into consideration. He chose to accept his fate and lean more towards you, which led to him even spending a quiet night at your cozy apartment.

you mumble quietly into his ear while he's leaning against your chest. That realisation made his ears go red, but he refused to acknowledge it. So what if you were? He was enjoying your presence too damn much to say anything.