In which a terribly sheltered girl takes her first steps into the outside world in hopes to make as many friends as she could, only to garner the attention of obsessive, lovesick men instead.
[ jjk fanfic ]
[ various yandere!jjk x oc ]
[ love inte...
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MIZUHIME WAS NOT A THERAPIST. Nor was she really good at comforting people or giving the right advice when her friends were in a time of need. Comforting someone wasn't exactly something she had been taught, but she was beginning to wish it was a part of her curriculum back while she was being home schooled.
In addition to that, trying to comfort a grieving friend was even harder when you were grieving too, she learned.
"Here," she said quietly, trying to manage a smile as she set down a plate of food in front of Megumi.
It was the morning after the first years were sent out to their mission at the Eishuu Juvenile Detention Center so Yuji's death was still very much fresh for them and Megumi was still very much shaken by it.
She watched him worriedly. All he did was stare numbly at his plate of breakfast, but his eyes were far away as if he wasn't even seeing what was in front of him.
He had stayed with her overnight because she truly didn't think he was functioning well enough to be on his own. And she had been 100% correct. Last night, he refused to eat dinner. She had to plead with him several times for him to at least get five bites of his meal.
After that, she had him sleep on her bed while she took a spare futon that she had lying around in her closet. Her night was spent hoping for Sukuna to show up in her dreams, but she was left greatly disappointed. He always brought her into his Innate Domain... but now it was different. He was gone now and his loss hurt her even though she didn't know why. She woke up that night and couldn't go back to sleep, and she was pretty sure Megumi had been in the same state too.
"Gumi, please," she pleaded when he didn't move a muscle. "You need to eat. You barely ate your dinner last night."
He let out a heavy sigh and finally began to move. Languidly, he grabbed his chopsticks and began to eat the food (which she thankfully didn't make herself and instead got from the common room).
"I'm sorry, senpai," he muttered after gulping down a bite. "I don't know what's gotten into me."
"It's okay," she managed a tiny smile. "You're grieving. Itadori-san was your friend."
He scoffed bitterly. "We weren't that close. We barely knew each other."
Mizuhime highly doubted that, but didn't say it out loud. If he didn't consider themselves close, then why was his death impacting him so much? He most definitely cared a lot about the boy, as short as their time was together.
As if wanting to prove to her that Yuji's death wasn't hurting him at all, Megumi began to eat his breakfast with renewed vigor. His expression was indifferent as usual, but his eyes were duller and droopier than they would normally be. He wasn't really doing a good job at acting apathetic, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
