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Waking up in the morning, thinking about so many things I just wish-
(I am kidding lmao)
His head hurt.
A lot.
He opened his eyes slowly while holding his head because, damn it did hurt a lot. A bandage was wrapped around his forehead and memories about how he got this uncomfortable headache.
As he remembered about Aoi Todo, he groaned and flopped down to what seem to be a hospital bed —he was in the infirmary of Jujutsu Tech— he felt a heavy weight on his lap. Megumi looked down to see if he lost his legs or something but was blessed with a better view.
Your head was on his lap, facing away to his feet. Your h/c hair fell down to your face and his thighs in all directions.
Before he knew it, he had a big smile on his face and without even thinking about it he reached out to stroke your hair softly.
He didn't want to wake you but he thought that you might get a neck pain, and he didn't want to hear you complain about it later.
Even though, he loves hearing your voice.
Megumi Fushiguro is in love with you.
There is no doubt about it, he loves you even if he didn't know where your relationship stood but he was willing to be beside you no matter what.
Back then when he found Sukuna's finger inside your bag he thought that you were an evil curse-user that wanted to hurt him and Tsumiki, maybe because he was a Zenin and probably because he was next in line.
But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to punch himself to death because you didn't even know his last name was actually Zenin or about the curse world.
Something that he finds weird was how is that he didn't sense any curse energy from you, and how you got to Jujutsu Tech was still to be known.
He wanted to ask you but he was afraid of scaring you off, after all he was the one at fault, the one trying to redeem his bad deed. So, he was willingly going to wait for you to open up to him.
Your eyes look less bright than they use to be — at least he remembers them being another color and mentally hits himself for forgetting — , he remembers getting himself lost in your eyes, captivated by them, he was your prisoner.
