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A series of sharp knocks on his door causes Megumi to blink his bleary eyes and look up from the manga he’s reading.
“Yes?” He answers.
“Hey—do you want anything from the konbini? Me and Nobara are about to head out.”
Yuji calls through the door.
He glances at the clock—12:59 glares back at him. He sets his manga face down on his nightstand and rubs his tired eyes, he should really go to bed.
Although, He muses.
It would probably help him fall asleep if he took a walk and stretched his legs instead of reading manga until the point of delirium. Satoru once told him if you can’t sleep—and you’re tossing and turning in bed—you should get up and do something, even if it’s just to get a glass of water.
“Wait a second—I’ll come with you guys.”
He stands—pulls on some sweats, and opens the door, sliding open to reveal Yuji and Nobara also dressed practically in their pajamas. Yuji grins at him easily and they head out into the warm night air. The way to sneak off the campus is an easy and practiced one at this point. Satoru is who showed Megumi how to in the first place, saying that this was the way he and his classmates used to sneak out. It’s easy to imagine younger versions of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko walking this same path for their late night konbini runs.
As they make it out onto the main street, far enough away from the school, Nobara breaks the easy silence and says,
“I’m glad you were such a delinquent in your youth, Megumi.”
He scoffs.
“Yeah—how did you find out about this anyways?” Yuji asks.
Megumi allows himself a little smile, as many times as they've snuck out together, never have they asked him how he found the tiny weak spot in the barrier around the school. A barely noticeable difference in cursed energy, you would only know it was there if you knew what you were looking for.
“Believe it or not, Gojo Sensei showed me.”
Yuji’s mouth gapes like a fish.
“No way!” He shouts.
“I believe it.” Nobara adds.
Yuji laughs.
“I can’t believe Sensei! Why would he show you something like that?”
“Probably because he remembers what it’s like to be a kid more than most other adults his age.”
Megumi nods in her direction, Nobara is right. While some adults can be immature like Satoru, they still lack empathy for young people and don't remember what it’s like to be a teenager. Satoru is like a kid that never grew up, but that means he understands them. He knows teenagers are going to sneak out no matter what, so why not show them how to do so safely and without getting caught?
By doing so he extended his trust, which they are now more likely to reciprocate. That was pretty much Satoru’s philosophy when it came to parenting Megumi and Tsumiki too. While he was a little fast and loose with rules, there was never any question about the level of trust they all had in each other.
“You're right about that, Nobara.”
“Of course I am.” She says, smiling shamelessly.
The bright streetlights guide the way as they make their way to the konbini, Megumi listens as he walks. Yuji is conversing with Nobara about an anime they both seem to be watching.
“It’s a classic—Megumi—you have to watch it!” Yuji says suddenly.
“I can’t believe you haven't seen it.” Nobara chides.
“I’ll watch it with you guys next time.” He agrees easily.
He appreciates them always trying to include him.
Before he knows it they’re at the threshold of the parking lot of the konbini. The neon pink sign is swarmed with bugs, and large advertising posters decorate the front of the store.
“Ugh I hope it’s the nice old lady and not the grouchy guy with the mustache who stares at us the whole time.”
“Me too,” Megumi has to agree with her.
“Does he really think we're gonna steal something?”
“Of course he does, we’re teenagers.” Nobara states.
They step into the building and the bright fluorescent lights make Megumi’s eyes itch in an effort to adjust from the darkness outside. Without even thinking, he has drifted to the refrigerators that line the back wall, while Nobara and Yuji linger by the front of the store over the candy and chips. Megumi eyes the drinks tiredly, realizing he came here for no reason in particular. He eyes the rows of canned coffee he knows he’ll be needing in the morning. His whole body swings with the motion of the opening refrigerator door—and as he does so, his eyes catch on the slushy machine in the corner of the store.
He lets go of the handle and lets the door shut on its own. He walks over to the slushy machine, grabbing a large cup and filling it to the brim with strawberry flavored slushy, Satoru’s favorite.
Well, not really Satoru’s favorite.
He reminds himself.
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The real reason Satoru loves strawberry flavored slushies is because they’re Suguru’s favorite flavor. Growing up, Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki also went on late night convenience store runs quite often. Sometimes because Satoru was busy raising two kids by himself—a kid himself—and would forget milk or something on his weekly grocery store runs. Megumi smiles to himself, thinking about the other times he would take them, when he and Tsumiki got a little older, and Satoru would take them on snack runs for fun or to get candy before they went to see a movie.
Satoru always got strawberry slushies, Megumi would get them too, simply because he wanted whatever Satoru was having. Megumi didn’t really like them, they were far too sweet for his tastes. One night—when he was about eleven or twelve—he told Satoru so, as they exited the konbini with their twin strawberry slushies.
“It wasn't always my favorite flavor either.”
Megumi leveled him with a quizzical look.
“What changed your mind?”
“Suguru,” He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
“Strawberry was Suguru’s favorite flavor.”
Megumi’s ears perked up at the mention of Suguru. It was rare that Satoru voluntarily talked about him, Megumi knew that he was Satoru’s good friend whom he'd had a falling out with, and he knew about his curse technique, but that was about it. Most of Megumi’s attempts to find out more about the other man were usually met with deflection or a reluctant vague answer. Satoru almost never brought him up out of his own volition.
“After Suguru would swallow a curse, he said it left an awful taste in his mouth.”
He paused for a moment, almost like he was debating whether or not to go on. Megumi stewed in the silence, hanging on Satoru’s every word. Megumi treasured every tiny detail, each small piece of the puzzle that Satoru was willing to give him—in hopes of piecing together the mystery of the man that is Suguru Geto. He couldn’t explain why, but he had a strong urge to find out more about this man who had been such a large part of Satoru’s life.
“We would always go for late konbini runs after missions and he’d always get strawberry slushies to help get rid of the bad aftertaste.”
“Oh,” Megumi said simply.
Satoru tried to give him another smile, but it looked more like a grimace.
“Will I ever get to meet Suguru?”
“It’s probably for the best that you don't.” He said as he pushed up his glasses.
____
Lost in the memory, Megumi accidentally overfills his cup, spilling pink slush everywhere.
By the time he cleans up, grabs a lid, and a straw, Nobara and Yuji are already at the checkout counter—each with a pile of snacks in their arms. Luckily, the nice old lady is working tonight. She gives them free Powerball cards that they aren't even old enough to play—but they take and shove in Yuji’s snack laden plastic bag, nonetheless.
The walk back is Megumi’s favorite part of these late night konbini runs. On the way back to the school, but closer to the konbini, is a house. To most it looks like an ordinary older style house in the suburbs of Tokyo, which is why Nobara and Yuji don’t even spare it a glance when they pass by, but Megumi knows the significance of this house. This is the house where Satoru and Suguru lived together in their last year, right before Suguru defected.
He has no idea how the two of them convinced principal Yaga to let them live together, off campus, no less. Yaga probably just wanted them away from the school and out of his hair so that he could have some peace and quiet for once.
Megumi slows his walk to peer into the kitchen window, which can only be seen at this angle, on the walk back from the konbini. Megumi knows from casual observation that a younger couple with no children live there now. He’s not sure when they moved in, he just remembers noticing them one day. He mostly sees the wife at the kitchen sink doing dishes.
Tonight she is leaning against the kitchen counter with her husband standing in front of her, Megumi can’t be sure what they’re doing, he can just make out their silhouettes from the light coming through the window. It makes something ache in his chest, for reasons he can’t quite explain.
Nobara and Yuji continue walking ahead of him, side by side. They disappear into shadow for a moment as they walk out from underneath the halo of the street light. Megumi feels like he’s running on air tonight. His senses feel as if they’ve sharpened and honed in on this specific moment. The faint cries of late night frogs and insects, the sprinklers in the yard of one of the houses nearby going off, and the droning noise of far off cars roar in his ears.
The night air is warm, and there is no one else out besides the three of them. He feels the weight of his eyelids acutely, tiredness tugging them down—he blinks—and his mind's eye perfectly conjures a dreamy image of Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko walking down this very sidewalk, just as they are doing now. A younger Satoru is walking beside Shoko—they both walk slightly ahead of Megumi—Satoru’s arms are folded behind his head and he’s talking loudly. Shoko takes a drag from her cigarette and then laughs at whatever Satoru had been saying. Satoru suddenly turns around—his crystalline eyes searching—just visible above his shades.
“You coming, Suguru?” He says.
Megumi is startled out of his reverie when hears someone calling his name. He blinks rapidly—ahead of him, glowing in the light of the street lamp stands Yuji and Nobara waiting for him. He feels deja vu wash over him like a wave, his focus slowly reigning itself back in from the vivid imagery his brain had conjured just seconds ago. Yuji is turned around calling to him, arms crossed behind his head, their bag of goodies hanging from his elbow. Shoko turns to regard him, the stick end of a sucker hanging from her lips.
She takes the sucker out of her mouth with a loud pop and, just like that, the fog is cleared from Megumi’s mind.
“Alright?” She says nonchalantly.
“Yeah, just tired.”
He answers, hearing his footsteps crunch on the gravely sidewalk as he marches towards them.
Yuji yawns, “Yeah, me too. Let’s hurry back.”
Megumi falls back into step with them.
“I love late night konbini runs,” Yuji says.
“There’s something special about them.”
“I just like them because it makes me feel like a normal person for a while, I don’t have to be a Jujutsu sorcerer right now, I can just be Nobara.”
Megumi hums thoughtfully.
“It’s like hiding in plain sight.”
“Exactly.” She says, though melancholy can be heard in her tone.
They lapse into silence and Megumi’s thoughts drift back to the house. He wonders if the new couple who live there even know that their space was once home to two completely different people. Two different people who were also in love, who also have very fond memories of that house.
“Oi, Megumi,” Nobara says, suddenly.
“Why do you always stop in front of that old looking house when we’re on the way back, do you know the people who live there?”
Megumi blushes, embarrassed at being caught in the act, though he wasn’t trying very hard to hide it.
“No, but I do know the people who used to live there.”
“Oh really? Who?”
He swallows.
“Gojo Sensei and Suguru Geto used to live there—during their third year at Jujutsu Tech.”
Nobara raises her eyebrow at this.
“You seem to know a lot about them. Tell me, who was Suguru Geto to Gojo Sensei?”
What a loaded question that was.
“Yeah! I always hear about them but I don’t really know anything about him other than he was a curse user Gojo Sensei killed.”
Megumi tries not to let Yuji’s flippant tone in regards to Suguru’s death set him off, it’s not his fault he doesn't know. He can’t quite articulate the extent of what they meant to each other, so he settles for simplest terms.
“Suguru was Gojo Sensei’s one and only.”
The other two go very quiet in understanding, the distinct sounds of late night wash over them, the dull hum of crickets and the buzzing of the street lamps fill the silence their voices have left behind.
“I never met him,” Megumi says, regretfully.
“But I feel like I must have, you know?”
His words come tumbling out of his mouth now. He can’t make them understand the importance of this man they’ll never meet, and what he meant to Satoru, but he can at least try and explain what he meant to him.
“From all of the stories I’ve heard about him from everyone—especially Gojo Sensei—I feel like I've known him all my life. I know his favorite color, his favorite books, and his favorite songs. I know what he was like when he was happy, when he was sad, I know the stupid pranks he play on Nanami and Shoko. I know that he loved Streetfighter and he wasn’t particularly a sweets person, but ate them anyway to get the taste of curses out of his mouth.”
He pauses, voice thick with emotion.
“I know that he and Satoru were in love.”
Megumi forces himself to breathe through the next sentence.
“I know all of this and I still don’t understand why he left Satoru, and I don’t know why Satoru let him go if he meant so much to him.”
He stops walking, focusing on his feet. He doesn’t even know if the other two are still listening, but he just needs to get this out.
“I know all of this and I don’t understand how Satoru isn’t angry at him. Not once has he ever been angry with Suguru and it pisses me off!”
He spits, voice suddenly venomous, as anger takes hold of him. He inhales deeply to calm himself and lets out a gust of breath before continuing.
“I guess what I’m most angry about is that we could’ve all been a family, and he ruined it—by leaving.”
Now that he’s older, he has almost completed the puzzle that is Suguru Geto, he almost has the full picture. Just the most important pieces are missing. It somehow feels even more frustrating than when he knew nothing.
“I know it’s stupid—but it feels like by leaving Satoru he left me too—even though he left before he even knew me.”
He looks up and feels himself being embraced by both Nobara and Yuji. He lets a few stray tears slip down his cheeks while they can’t see him. When they pull away he wipes his face with his sleeve.
“I’m sorry Megumi,” Yuji says.
“Let’s go home.” He says tiredly, feeling drained.
He walks ahead of Nobara and Yuji for a bit, embarrassed at his display. Yuji catches up to him and gives him a warm smile that he can’t help but return. When he turns his head and Nobara is at his other side.
“Do you think you two would’ve gotten along?”
Yuji asks, to which Nobara gives him a pointed look, but Megumi answers easily.
“I think we would’ve, from what Satoru’s told me, we have a lot of similar tastes and experiences.”
Megumi frowns.
“Sorry about that guys, I don’t know why I got so emotional all of the sudden.”
Nobara glares at him.
“What’s up with that? You better not expect me to apologize when I come crying to you guys.”
Megumi’s eyes must be as wide as saucers because Yuji laughs loudly at him.
“Yeah that sounds fair, let’s make a promise to never apologize for our feelings—guys.”
Nobara crosses her arms, nodding in agreement.
“Okay,” Megumi says, feeling very grateful for his friends.
They turn down a little side street that runs along the east side of the school next to the track and field area. There's a just-barely-there path in the brush that leads uphill towards the weak point in the school's barrier. The tall grass whips at Megumi’s legs, he gazes up at the moonlight shining through the trees, dappling their path with swathes of light ahead of them. They walk to their dorms in comfortable silence.
Nobara makes a beeline to her room, no doubt to eat her snacks with no preface of sharing.
“Goodnight—guys—I’m beat, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight!” Yuji and Megumi call back.
Yuji turns to him before going back to his room.
“Hey, Megumi?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really sorry about what happened with Geto and Gojo Sensei…”
Megumi holds up a hand.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault.”
Yuji rubs the back of his neck.
“I know, that’s not what I really meant.”
Megumi waits for Yuji to go on.
“Y’know, I never knew my parents. My grandfather raised me. I let myself think for so long that I couldn’t miss what I never had. I thought I should be grateful that—at least—I had someone to take care of me.”
Yuji looks so solemn, a stark contrast to his normally upbeat self, Megumi suddenly aches to reach out and comfort him.
“But that’s not the way it’s supposed to be, kids should grow up with their parents. I didn’t allow myself to be sad about it, because I know some have it worse, but I’m telling you that it’s okay to be sad. It’s like—I’m sad as hell that there were two people who were supposed to be in my life that I could’ve loved—you know?”
Megumi gives Yuji a sad smile.
“Yes, Yuji, I know exactly what you mean.”
From what I know about Suguru Geto, I feel like I could’ve loved him.
Yuji suddenly leans in for one last hug goodnight, Megumi feels his cheeks heat up.
I feel like I could love you too, Yuji.
Yuji squeezes Megumi tightly, rubbing soothing circles into his sore shoulder blades.
Megumi sighs and relaxes deeply into the embrace, running his hands down Yuji’s broad back.
“Goodnight, Megumi,” Yuji says before releasing him, cheeks a little pink himself.
“Goodnight Yuji.” He gives Yuji a small smile and a wave before heading down the hall to his room.
He pauses on the threshold of his dorm room though, he looks over and sees that Yuji has already returned. There’s someone he needs to see—he decides—taking his mostly full strawberry slushy and makes his way down the familiar halls that lead to Satoru’s room. He doesn’t even knock, he just lets himself into Satoru’s little three bedroom cottage on campus.
This is where Megumi and Tsumiki grew up under Satoru’s care. He’s not expecting Satoru to be awake at this hour, he was simply going to put the slushy in his freezer for him to find in the morning. He steps into the kitchen—but then pauses—seeing the light from the television coming from the living room. He walks into the living room, slushy still in hand. The back of the couch faces him, and so he doesn’t immediately see Satoru until he rounds the couch.
There he lies asleep, his long legs hanging off the armrest on one side. Megumi huffs a laugh, he reaches out to touch Satoru’s shoulder to shake him awake, but stops half way. Resting on Satoru’s chest is a framed photo, the glare from the light of the television makes it hard to tell, but Megumi knows it’s the photo of Satoru and Suguru from highschool that usually lives on the dresser in Satoru’s bedroom. He shakes Satoru’s shoulder roughly, suddenly annoyed. Satoru jumps out of his sleep like he’s been hit. His blue eyes almost seem to glow in the dark as they shoot open and scan the room, until his gaze lands on Megumi, and he relaxes.
“Megumi-chan?—What are you doing here?—What time is it?—Did I sleep through class?”
“No, Satoru, it’s like three in the morning.”
“Oh, thank god.” He sighs in relief, slumping deeper into the couch.
“Thanks for waking me up, my back will thank me for not spending another night on that couch.”
Another night?
Satoru sits up and Megumi watches him try to hide the photo in the couch cushions.
“Look what I brought you.”
He stretches his hand, offering the slushy.
Satoru grins knowingly.
“Late night konbini run?”
Megumi gives him a small smile and hands over the slowly melting beverage.
Satoru takes a sip.
“I thought you didn’t like the strawberry flavor.”
Satoru doesn’t phrase it like a question—because it's not one.
“I don’t,” Megumi says as he sits next to Satoru on the couch.
He feels the photo poking him in the ass as soon as he settles down, so he reaches in between the cushions and retrieves it. Satoru looks nervous as he watches Megumi look at it.
“I wish I could’ve met him,” Is all he has to say before Satoru is crying softly.
Megumi can count the times he’s seen Satoru cry on one hand, and from those few times he’s learned that Satoru is a silent crier. He does not sob, shake, or sniffle, he just sits there—face like a stone—as fat rivulets of tears slide down his cheeks. If it wasn't so sad, it would be almost comical how Satoru lets himself cry and sip the konbini slushy.
“I can’t explain it, but I feel so angry at you sometimes. I don’t understand why you’re not angry with him—how could you not have been angry at him when he left?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been mad at Suguru a day in my life, when he left I was only angry at myself” He says, voice wet.
“But he left you, he left us.”
Satoru composes himself a little and wraps an arm around Megumi’s shoulders, who is staring down at the photo of them and trying not to cry in frustration.
“Don’t be sad for me Megumi—I do enough of that for both of us already.”
“I’m not sad for you,” He growls, feeling tears well in his eyes, refusing to look at Satoru.
“Oh, Megumi-chan,” Satoru says and holds him tighter.
“It’s just that I can't help but mourn what we could've been—you know? We could’ve been a family.”
“I know, I’m sorry, It’s my fault he’s not here with us.”
“It’s not your fault, Satoru.”
Satoru sighs and he sounds tired down to his bones.
“I’m just glad you weren’t there that day.”
Satoru doesn't have to elaborate for Megumi to know what he’s talking about. The day Suguru came back to Jujutsu Tech as not a sorcerer, but as an enemy. The day Suguru died at Satoru’s hands. Not a single person on this earth knows the details of Suguru’s death except Satoru, and it’s something Satoru will probably take to his grave.
“I think he was tired, I think he wanted to get caught.”
He scrubs a hand across his face, reaching for a box of tissues on the ground that Megumi hadn’t noticed before.
“Do you really think so?”
“I think he was tired of running, yes. I’m just glad he came home to me in the end—I guess that was all I could’ve asked for”
Satoru lets out a shaky breath.
“I wish you guys could’ve met him, he would’ve really loved you and Tsumiki.”
Megumi looks at Satoru, the closest thing he’s ever had to a family, other than his sister. He should feel grateful for what he has, maybe it's selfish and naive of him to wish for more. He feels Tsumiki’s absence acutely at this moment, she would’ve known what to say to cheer Satoru up.
“It’s not wrong for you to wish for a better life for yourself and your family—hold onto that feeling—it’s a powerful one, and it will make you stronger.”
He swears Satoru can hear his thoughts sometimes. Megumi leans back into the embrace let’s Satoru hold him in his arms while they both cry quietly. They haven't done this since, Megumi can’t even remember the last time they were this vulnerable around each other—probably not since what happened to Tsumiki. Megumi stares at the muted television unseeingly,
“I think I really could’ve loved Suguru.”
“Just because you never met him doesn't mean you can’t love him, you know him in your heart, that's enough.”
Satoru lets out a humorless chuckle,
“If you can love me, I think you could’ve easily loved Suguru.”
Megumi is sure Satoru looks like a wreck and doesn't want Megumi to see him like this, so he lets Satoru hold him a bit longer while he waits until he finishes his disgusting strawberry slushy. Megumi feels himself starting to fall asleep, and Satoru clearly senses it too because he scoops Megumi off the couch effortlessly and carries him bridal style to his childhood bedroom. He tucks Megumi into bed slowly, his motions unhurried, but practiced. Megumi pretends to sleep through all of this. Satoru kisses his forehead softly and slips out of the room, closing the door with a quiet “snick.” Overwhelmed by the comforting smells and feel of his childhood bedroom, Megumi is asleep in seconds.
____
Satoru wakes Megumi up the next morning bright and early. Megumi grouchily rolls out of bed.
“Did you forget it’s Monday, dearest Megumi?”
“Fuck!” He shouts—already up and running past Satoru, out of his room—down the hall, and to the front door.
“Wait!” Satoru calls from down the hall.
Megumi turns around as soon as his hand is on the doorknob. Satoru throws him a duffle bag, he catches it shakily and peers inside to find his uniform and some toiletries.
“How did you get this?” He says, leveling Satoru with a look of suspicion, unable to meet his gaze now that his classic blindfold is back in place.
“I warped to your room!”
“You went through my stuff?” Megumi growls indignantly.
Satoru groans.
“I just grabbed your uniform and—like—your toothbrush, calm down.”
Megumi stalks back to his room and closes the door with a slam. He’s cranky and has a headache from crying and staying up late last night. He already can’t wait for this day to be over. He dresses and brushes his teeth quickly before heading into the kitchen.
He’s surprised when he rounds the corner and finds Satoru cooking.
“Should I be worried?” He asks warily.
Satoru cackles loudly and Megumi wants to punch him and tell him it’s far too early for him to be this annoying.
“Don’t worry it’s just box pancake mix.”
Ah , Megumi remembers Satoru’s pancakes, on the side of overly sweet, and a staple of their childhood. Satoru fails miserably at cooking most of the time but pancakes and eggs were usually doable for him.
Megumi sits down and Satoru serves him a large plate, setting down a syrup bottle next to it.
Satoru sits next to him with a plate of his own, which is covered in whip cream and chocolate sauce.
“Is that why you have such a sweet tooth?” He says, struck by his sudden realization.
Satoru tries to speak around a mouth full of pancakes but Megumi cuts him off.
“Stop. You’re disgusting.”
Satoru finally swallows and then answers.
“I heard sugar stimulates your brain—actually—and now I’ve developed a dependency on it!”
He sighs, resting his chin on his hand.
“But also yes, Suguru was the one who originally got me into sweet things.”
Megumi hums thoughtfully. They finish eating in relatively comfortable silence.
Satoru stands, taking both their plates.
“Time to go, Megumi!”
“Ready when you are.”
“Don't sound so excited!” Satoru says, laced with sarcasm.
They leave for class together, walking side by side. The campus is already alive this early in the morning, Sorcerers and managers mill around, starting work for the day. The morning is calm and warm, mirroring how Megumi feels now after his tumultuous night. Satoru takes out his phone and calls Ijichi and Megumi lets himself zone out. He feels tired, and the sugary breakfast is sure to leave him crashing hard later. Satoru hangs up, they’re almost at the classroom building, but Megmi stops in his tracks, hoping he can get in a word with Satoru before class starts.
Satoru stops and looks back at him,
“You coming, Megumi?”
Megumi feels deja vu hit him like an eighteen wheeler, this time. He shakes his head in hopes of dispelling the feeling.
“Hey, Satoru.”
He turns around to face Megumi fully.
“You know you don’t have to put up a front for me when you're hurting—right?”
He thinks about late night konbini runs and what Nobara said. Like hiding in plain sight.
“You don’t have to be the strongest all of the time for me, it's okay to just be Satoru.”
Satoru smiles, warm and gentle, extending an arm out as an invitation for Megumi to come in for a one arm hug. Megumi goes to him, leaning against Satoru’s tall frame.
“It’s not anything you’ve done Megumi-chan, it’s just that I’ve kept the front up for everyone for so long I almost start to believe it myself.”
He huffs out a laugh.
“If Suguru we’re still here he’d keep me in check, so it’s always nice to be reminded that you’ve got my back.”
Megumi pulls away, hoping no one saw them, he knows Nobara and Yuji should be along for class shortly.
“You know I love you, right?”
Megumi rolls his eyes as his cheeks heat up, neither of them are typically this openly affectionate, but after last night it seems both of them are willing to make exceptions. Let’s make a promise to never apologize for our feelings.
“Yeah, yeah—you too.”
Satoru gives him a lopsided grin, before turning his back to Megumi and unlocking the classroom. Satoru walks in, Megumi trailing in after him.