𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 ━━ ( megumi fushiguro. )

𝐢𝐢𝐢.

Kazuya Sasaki had noticed there was something odd in the air his last fews months with Megumi Fushiguro. It felt like comparable to getting off of a train after a long journey (a journey that Kazuya wasn't even sure he had fun on), and yet Megumi still laughed as if they were simply in a layover headed towards the next track.

Fushiguro truly didn't believe Sasaki would be leaving; bound for another mode of transportation entirely. So perhaps what Kazuya was feeling was just him and therefore he did not bother to mention it.

Mondays were always spent studying.

The subjects varied. Sometimes math, sometimes science, even English once in a blue moon. They had had these study dates since the beginning of middle school (it was Kazuya's idea once Megumi had failed one too many tests) and even now they still sat with one another at the library (in fact, now the sessions were more serious than they had ever been. They took their high school careers very seriously).

Kazuya was dedicated to doing his absolute best during his three years at a normal high school with normal people. He had never been the most academically inclined but yet he had so far not failed a single class; his short term goal in life was to keep that streak up and graduate without a single F on his shoulders.

He would not fail. Above all, he refused to let Megumi fail.

Fushiguro had voiced before how he wasn't even sure what Jujutsu Tech would stress in their education methods. It was obviously a school to train jujutsu sorcerers, but the part he didn't was how in-depth they would get on other life skills. The math Sasaki would showing him now, would he ever need it in his first year? And especially when he knew for a fact that his teacher was the biggest idiot on Earth (Sasaki didn't like to hear about Gojo or any other sorcerer for that matter, so their elder was never intentionally brought up in conversations).

And yet Kazu still checked over Megu's answers intently.

If Fushiguro— despite everything— wanted to act as if Sasaki would be going to a sorcerer school, then Sasaki would act as if Fushiguro would be going to a normal school.

"Kazuya," the sorcerer in training spoke up after watching the human in training for a few agonizing moments. The blonde simply hummed softly as his eyes continued to skim over Megumi's messy handwriting. "I have a... thing... going on next Thursday. I though you might want to join."

Kazuya didn't answer at first (not a single sign that he had even been listening) but that was normal when he was focusing. Megumi knew that Kazuya would rather attend Jujutsu Tech than purposefully ignore him. He finished marking up his friend's paper with red ink before finally letting out a breath. "What thing? You've lost any privileges of being vague a long time ago, dummy."

Megumi went to bounce his leg nervously, then remembered how Kazuya had tangled their feet together nearly forty-five minutes ago. He would definitely notice.

"Uh, it's just a dinner. At a noodle shop. With a person."

"And whose that person?"

"Just some old man... with white hair."

The blonde frowned and sighed irritably. "Does this old man wear a blindfold and wear way too much cologne?"

"Maybe..."

Kazuya tried to stop the way the red pen shook in his hands, breathing deeply as Megumi watched on with what could barely be defined as regret. "You... you know I hate Gojo."

"You don't hate him," Megumi corrected with a deep frown. Gojo was annoying (on top of a lot of other things) but he had been in Fushiguro's life for a long time now and there was a lot he had done for him. He would never want two people dear to him be against one another.

"No, but I definitely don't like him."

"You don't like anything that has to do with sorcery. Do you even like me?" The question slipped before he could do anything about it, but thankfully Kazuya took its meaning in the opposite direction.

"Of course I— what kind of—" Sasaki cut himself off with another sigh. He stewed in his thoughts for a moment before handing Fushiguro's paper back to him. He had only got one wrong with time and so Sasaki had rewarded him with a smiley face in the corner.

Megumi briefly lost all hope before his closest friend spoke up once more.

"Which noodle shop?"

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just now realizing im not familiar with fushiguros personality hahahha😁