The Megumi Manifesto

Chapter 3: Pretty Boy

"Your move, pretty boy."

Megumi put down his defensive arms at your comment. "Can you stop? I'm trying to help you." He said exhausted trying to hide the smile on his face.

"I was TRYING to distract you. Did it work?"

He wouldn't meet your gaze, just kept his head down.

"No it didn't wo-"

And with that you saw the opportunity to land your first hit, a swift kick to his gut pushed him to the ground.

The wind was knocked out of him. He laid on the ground for a second before groaning to get back up again.

"That was unfair. That doesn't count" He said standing up from his knees.

"Uhm I think it counts."

"I put my arms down??" He said as if that was a valid excuse.

"The minute we both put our hands up, there was no going back, Megs. You think the enemy is gonna take that excuse as a reason to go easy on you?"

His stomach did cartwheels at the nickname.

"You're irritating. Let's go, you're not going to catch me off guard again." He said moving back into a fighting stance.

"We'll see about that."

The two of you continue to fight, landing hits on each other until two figures walk into the room.

You and Megumi put your arms down to see Nanami Kento with Itadori.

"Hello, Itadori will continue to practice with Fushiguro. Y/n, you'll be coming with me."

You were already breathing heavy from the slightly intense workout you just finished. Now you couldn't seem to catch your breath at all.

"Whew Y/n, remember deep breath in and deep breath out." Yuji laughed at your state. Megumi holding in a laugh as well.

"Shut up." You punched him in the arm making him rub the spot over.

You looked over to Nanami and became even more flustered.

"S-sorry, i'll be right out."

He nodded and walked out of the room.

Megumi was disappointed. He found himself enjoying your time with him. It always seemed to be cut short.

"You're lucky he even came in here, cause I was beating your ass." You quipped at him while packing up some of your stuff.

"Yeah Megumi, looks like she tired you out." Itadori Laughed.

"Actually, I'm technically stronger than her." Megumi said like that was an obvious fact.

"Sure your cursed technique is stronger than mine..." You began to walk up to him.

"But as far as hand to hand combat goes." You pressed a finger to his chest.

"I deserve the title of being the strongest." You smirked.

Megumi was overwhelmed at the fact there was little distance between the two of you. He wishes he was a lot more suave in situations like these.

With the finger still pressed on his chest,
you felt a jolt of electricity. Megumi felt it too. You suddenly felt flustered, realizing how close the two of you were. You backed away, refusing to look at him.

"Where'd all that confidence go (nickname)?" The nickname surprised you. Fushiguro wasn't usually the one to tease. He's the type to get straight to the point.