Troubles (Itafushi, Itadori x Megumi)

Chapter 4: Start of Med School

A/N: Entrée Yuuji!

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"Would you have made a move on me?" Megumi blurted out, still intoxicated from the afterglow. "If I hadn't kept being persistent about seducing you and sleeping with you, would you have approached me some time at the party and initiated it instead?"

Gojo halted for a second, back turned to Megumi, adjusting his collar. In the dim desk light, Megumi could barely make out Gojo's big grin as he turned his head to Megumi.

"No."

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A haze. Misty memories. Of...

A white-haired person hovering.

Arms wrapped around their neck.

Bodies entangled.

A face getting closer.

The blurred image of the white-haired person sharpening.

Hands are grazing that face.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer, closer, closer—

A voice calling out their name.

Goj—

Megumi slowly opened his eyes. He blinked at the white ceiling. Then, he rubbed his eyes open.

No more than pieces of his dream were left. But he'd woken up with a cozy feeling. What was that dream again?

White... Something white, Megumi tried to remember.

Oh, right. Probably that.

Megumi dared to smile to himself a little. It's been approximately one month since that fateful night with Gojo. There had been times where he did allow himself to think back to it, even though he had already moved on—moved on to this new part of his life.

He was glad. He felt good. There was not much that Megumi had ever wanted in life, but he did feel so grateful about how perfectly that part of his life had finished last month.

With Gojo for one night, and no regrets. That had been everything that he'd wanted.

And now... Megumi was officially a medicine student now.

He'd already moved in to his new dorm and orientation week had been over. It was Monday—first actual week and first actual day of med school. He still had to get used to his new surroundings whenever he woe up. He was supposed to have a roommate, but said roommate hadn't turned up so far.

Perhaps, if he was lucky, that roommate of his had changed his mind and already dropped out of university before it actually started.

Perhaps.

Megumi didn't hope for that too much, though. He stretched his arms, yawning. His right hand hit something on his bed.

Megumi moved his head towards it, although he already knew what it was. He propped up his white bunny plushie on his bed. A gift from his deceased mother. She'd given it to him when her illness had already taken a great toll on her. He had been sitting next to her hospital bed, crying because he didn't want to lose her. He had still been too young to understand why his mom couldn't be treated for her illness. One day, she'd given him that white bunny and said, "You might not be able to see me, but I'm always by your side, my little Megumi."

There had been times where that plushie did make him feel better and more comfortable. It was his emotional support, whenever he needed it.

He stroked the stuffed ears. His alarm clock peeked from behind the bunny, sitting on the nightstand. Megumi's drousy eyes needed some time to adjust to the watch.