Paper notes - itafushi

じゅう

He was confused. His brows furrowed in consternation as he walked along the familiar path home. For the past few weeks, he had been receiving heartfelt notes from an anonymous admirer. Each one had brought a smile to his face, a warmth to his heart, and a skip to his step. But today, there was nothing.

As he strolled through the bustling streets, his mind buzzed with questions. Had he missed something? Was the admirer upset with him for some reason? Or perhaps, the admirer had lost interest. The possibilities swirled in his mind, igniting a sense of unease that he couldn't quite shake.

Fushiguro arrived home, his thoughts still consumed with the absence of the familiar note. Sitting at his desk, he absentmindedly twirled a pen between his fingers, lost in a whirlwind of overthinking. "Why didn't I receive a note today?" he murmured to himself. "Is something wrong?"

He replayed the events of the day, trying to pinpoint any moments that might have caused the change in pattern. Could it be that his admirer was simply too busy? Or worse, had they discovered his feelings were not the same and decided to stop? The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling uncharacteristically unsettled.

As dusk settled outside his window, Megumi sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I'm overthinking this," he admitted to himself. "There could be countless reasons why I didn't receive a note today." Yet, despite his attempts to rationalize, the absence of the note continued to bother him.

With a determined shake of his head, the brunette decided that he couldn't let this overshadow his evening. He would simply have to wait and see what tomorrow brought. As he prepared for bed, he made a silent wish that the next day would bring clarity and perhaps, a note waiting for him in his locker.

The next morning, Fushiguro woke up with a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe today would be the day he'd find the missing note. He dressed quickly, his mind already wandering to the possibility of the note's return.

As he walked to school, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Each step brought him closer to the moment of truth. Yet, as he reached his locker, his heart sank. There was no note waiting for him. Disappointment washed over him, and he closed his locker with a heavy sigh.

Throughout the day, Megumi found it difficult to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to the absence of the note. He longed to unravel the mystery, to understand why the messages had suddenly ceased. Was it something he had done? Or was there a deeper reason behind it all?

During lunch, his friends noticed his distracted state. "What's on your mind, Fushiguro ?" asked yuta , concern evident in his voice.

"It's nothing," he replied with a half-hearted smile, not wanting to burden them with his own worries.

But Yuta wasn't convinced. "You can talk to us, you know. We're here for you."

Megumi hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "It's just... you know how I've been receiving these notes from someone, and they now suddenly stopped. It's been bothering me more than I thought it would."

His friends exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and sympathy. «I'm sure there's a good reason for it» inumaki signed, offering a reassuring smile. «Maybe they had to leave town or got caught up with something. Don't jump to conclusions just yet.»

As the school day drew to a close, Fushiguros's mind was still preoccupied with questions. He resolved to find out the truth, to put his restless thoughts to rest. After bidding his friends goodbye, he made his way to the school's courtyard, where he often found solace in the quiet surroundings.

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Itadori layed in bed, his face pale and eyes heavy with fatigue. Todo, ever the protective friend, fussed around him, adjusting the blankets and offering comforting words.