my reason why

disclaimer: I based the medical school system on what happens in the American medical school system. please don't come after me because I don't know how medical schools work in other countries. it was 1 am when I decided to write this and I wasn't going to do an excessive amount of research for what was initially supposed to be like 1000 words.

I dedicate this to any student who is struggling rn because school can be a bitch. you are valid because I'm struggling too. we got this besties!

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Megumi never had much stability growing up. 

He started life happy, that much he knows, with his mother and father. Then one day he was plucked from the safety of his mother's arms by an incurable disease. His father lost it after that and soon Megumi found himself living in the home of a stranger. Years later, he found himself at his father's bedside as he too succumbed to an incurable disease. 

Then, by some cruel twist of fate, Megumi found himself applying to medical schools.

He'd been able to get through undergrad without debt thanks to his adopted parents, Gojo and Geto, but they'd definitely tried too hard to be parents when the job truthfully suited neither of them. Megumi cared for and respected both of them, and they were in full support of his career, but they'd rarely spoken since he'd moved out at 18. They'd attended his undergraduate graduation but since then... the proverbial radio waves were silent.

There wasn't much going through his head when the interviewers asked the infamous question, why do you want to become a physician? since his only motivation had been to make sure that other children like himself would at least have parents. So he told the same sob story he wrote about in his personal statement, and he got in.

He realized that he was living a life that many people only dreamed of but one day in his first semester he really asked himself why he was putting himself through med school.

And he suddenly found himself without an answer.

Despite the onset emptiness he was experiencing, Megumi was not a quitter. He went through the motions and studied for the exams harder than he did before, as if he'd rediscover his passion in that grade (spoiler alert: he didn't). But the heart he knew he once had  was no longer in his studies. Had it ever been? 

Megumi couldn't remember a time when he actually had a dream for himself. He didn't even remember what he wanted to do when he was a child; it was probably some silly dream about being a sorcerer or something so he decided it didn't matter. He couldn't even remember what aspirations his parents had for him; somedays he barely remembered his parents and on those days he struggled to find motivation the most.

Then he met Yuuji.

Or rather, Yuuji crashed into his world.

Megumi was running late to an anatomy class when he collided with another person, sending both bodies to the floor. They landed on top of one another, the medical student practically straddling the other person and the other person steadying him with gentle hands on his hips.

"I'm so sorry," Megumi quickly apologized, "I was running late, shit, I'm late." He glanced from his watch to the person under him—under him? Megumi jumped up and apologized again, "I am so sorry. Here let me help you." He extended his hand and the other man took it gratefully.

He helped the man to his feet, noticing for the first time the prominent coffee stain on his counterpart's white button up.

"Here, oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you burned?" Megumi asked, frantically.