Paper notes - itafushi

じゅうなな

When Megumi's mother returned from the groomers with Sukuna, his beloved cat, a sense of comfort washed over him. Sukuna was more than just a pet; he was a loyal companion, a constant presence in Megumi's life. As he watched Sukuna pad into the room, his tail twitching with curiosity, Megumi couldn't help but smile. Despite his energetic nature, Sukuna was also incredibly shy, preferring the familiar surroundings of home to the outside world.

With a gentle pat on the head, Megumi scooped Sukuna into his arms, relishing the warmth of his fur against his skin. Sukuna purred contentedly, his vibrant green eyes alight with affection as he nuzzled against Megumi's chest. It was moments like these that made the challenges of the outside world seem distant and inconsequential.

Taking Sukuna back to his room, Megumi felt a sense of tranquility settle over him. Here, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, he could truly be himself. Sukuna, too, seemed to revel in the quiet intimacy of their shared space, his playful antics bringing a sense of joy to the room.

As Megumi settled onto his bed, Sukuna curled up beside him, his rhythmic purring filling the air with a soothing melody. He turned to his phone and decided to do the thing he was scared to do.

Megumi hesitated for what felt like an eternity, his cursor blinking insistently beside the empty text box. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what words to type. Clicking on the messages section had felt like diving into uncharted waters, a realm of unknown admirers waiting to be acknowledged. The number beside the admirers tab had taunted him for hours, but now, faced with the possibility of engaging with them, he felt a rush of uncertainty flood through him.

After much internal deliberation, Megumi tentatively began to type, his fingers tapping out a hesitant greeting. But as the letters formed on the screen, doubt gnawed at him. Was this the right thing to say? Would he come across as too eager or too distant? With a frustrated sigh, he erased the message, the digital remnants of his attempt disappearing with each backspace.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Megumi mulled over his next move. Should he try again? What if he made a fool of himself? The weight of his indecision pressed heavily upon him, filling the room with a tangible tension. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he settled on a simple "hi." It felt inadequate, insufficient to convey the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions churning within him, but it was a start.

As he hit send, a wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he hastily tossed his phone aside. Wrapping his arms around his pillow, he buried his face in its soft fabric, the warmth of his cheeks matching the blush that colored his thoughts. Kicking his legs restlessly against the mattress, he couldn't help but feel like a nervous schoolgirl, caught in the throes of a crush too overwhelming to contain.

Fushiguro lay on his bed, lost in a whirlwind of uncertainty, his phone suddenly emitted a sharp ding, breaking the silence of his room. His heart leaped into his throat at the sound, a mixture of excitement and dread coursing through him. With trembling hands, he reached for his phone, his fingers hesitating over the screen as he grappled with the urge to see what his admirer had responded.

For a moment, he entertained the idea of ignoring the notification altogether, of retreating back into the safety of his own thoughts. But the curiosity gnawed at him, pulling him inexorably towards the glowing screen. With a deep breath, he finally mustered the courage to open the message, his pulse racing in anticipation of what he might find.

Messages:
Admirer

hi.

Hello? This is fushiguro right?

Maybe.

Ah, I see. I never told you my name?

No, you never told me it.