Your Life As A Tokyo Jujutsu High Background Student

Chapter 2 - Sukuna would eat you for dessert. And not in a sexy way.

"Senpai, why are you still here?"

Megumi's grumpy tone sounded more petulant than intimidating, likely thanks to the cocktail of pain meds circulating through his system. He glared at you from his fortress of pillows, eyes still glazed from lingering anesthesia.

His attempt at acting offended was rather ruined by the bunny print scarf and fuzzy socks you'd dressed him in after Shoko's healing session. The scarf covered him up to his nose, leaving just his bloodshot eyes glaring out. His body felt heavy and disconnected, thoughts blurred. But annoyance at his undignified situation pierced through the fog.

Shoko had healed all the life-threatening injuries but Megumi still had to deal with the other sprains and bruises and non-lethal cuts. Shoko refused to work on anything that's not likely to become a cause of death.

"If I started treating people's cuts and bruises, my work hours would never end." She told you once, months ago, through cigarette smoke. "Let the body heal what it can."

You shrugged off the memory and answered Megumi without looking up from your laptop:

"Ieiri-san wants me to keep an eye on you until the good stuff wears off. We both know you'll try getting out of bed too soon otherwise."

Megumi harrumphed, but couldn't exactly argue. Not after you'd had to peel him off the floor of the common room just hours ago in a stubborn attempt to prove that he was actually okay. Which he wasn't. So he huffed in annoyance:

"Is that so? That's why you're taking up half of my bed?"

That's when you finally took your eyes away from your work.

Your little makeshift workspace did monopolize a good portion of his mattress, you acknowledged. You were sitting on the floor, your laptop propped on one side of his bed, your notes and pens and highlighters scattered everywhere. Library books piled up around you.

"I need some place to work." You smiled disarmingly, but made no move to gather your stuff. Megumi seemed alright on his half of the bed. This side was yours now. You were doing important work. "And it's cozy here. I'll try not to bother you too much, grumpy sea urchin."

You softened the tease with an affectionate poke to his blanketed foot.

"Or you could work on my desk like a normal person." Megumi grumbled once more, tugging at his blanket, which caused your pens to tumble down.

You deftly caught the pens before they hit the floor without breaking your focus on the laptop screen. Your eyes were glued to the chilling footage of Sukuna's first manifestation in a thousand years. You'd already watched the sparse 11 seconds of footage over fifty times now, parsing every frame for clues.

Even after transcribing every small detail about him and cross-referencing everything with what little information available in history books, there were still so many gaps to fill. After all, not many sorcerers had met Ryomen Sukuna and walked away to write a book about it. You had very little to work with, but it's still a lot more than anyone in the history of jujutsu ever had.

"They said Sukuna had four arms. Why did Yuji grow two more eyes, but not two more arms?"

You didn't realize you had said that out loud until Megumi scowled at you:

"Why are you so hung up on this?"

"It's research." You waved an impatient hand. "And if we're ever to exorcize Sukuna, we need to understand how this works first."

Reminded of the vow you two had made to Gojo back then in exchange for Yuji's life, Megumi deflated. He turned to face you directly, blue eyes serious:

"Senpai... Do you regret it?"