Bad Romance - F. Megumi x Reader (enemies to lovers)

28. Last drop

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In the  black car, the weight of sorrow hung heavy in the air as Yuuji hesitated, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Y/n..." he began, his words trailing off as he struggled to find the right ones.

You turned to face him, your expression soft yet guarded. "Yes?" The single word held a mix of concern and curiosity, yet you tried to hide it.

Yuuji's gaze faltered, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. "You won't tell Megumi, right?" His voice was almost a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.

Your brow furrowed slightly at his question. "Yuuji, just forget about it," you said gently, trying to reassure him. "It was Sukuna, it wasn't you, so stop worrying about it."

A brief silence followed as Yuuji absorbed your words, his emotions conflicting within him. "So, you won't tell him, right?" he asked again, seeking confirmation. "If he finds out I kissed you , he will kill me."

"No, I won't tell him." you replied firmly, your tone leaving no room for doubt. "Plus, he thinks you are dead." The weight of that statement hung in the air, a reminder of the complexities you were  facing

Yuuji's shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze dropping to his lap. A sadness crept into his eyes, reflecting the pain he carried. "Right..." His voice was quiet, filled with a mix of resignation and sorrow.

As you observed him, your heart ached for his loss. It had been a week since Junpei's death, a tragic event that had left Yuuji reeling with emotions you struggled to comprehend fully. While you couldn't bring yourself to care about Junpei's fate, you recognized the impact it had on Yuuji.

Mahito had escaped, Sukuna had threatened him, and Nanami had been unable to stop him. It was a chain of events that had left wounds that were still raw.

Despite your own feelings, you tried to offer Yuuji some comfort. "Not for long anyways," you said, mustering a reassuring smile. It was a small gesture, but one filled with genuine empathy. Yuuji returned the smile, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes for your understanding in a moment of shared grief. "Cheer up we will see our friends today."

As you and Yuuji arrived, the atmosphere shifted with the presence of Satoru Gojo, the charismatic yet somewhat immature adult. His cheerful greeting grated on your nerves, but you maintained a composed facade, hiding any hint of the anger and frustration bubbling inside you.

"Children!" Gojo beamed, his tone light and playful. "How was training?" His question seemed oblivious to the gravity of recent events, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at his lack of awareness.

You exchanged a glance with Yuuji, silently communicating your shared sentiment. With a sigh, you took the lead in responding, masking your true feelings behind a neutral tone. "Everything was alright, I guess," you replied, speaking for both yourself and Yuuji, who simply gave a half-hearted thumbs up in agreement.

Despite your efforts to maintain composure, the tension in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to Gojo's carefree demeanor. It was a reminder of the complexities of the situation, where personal struggles and professional obligations intertwined in a delicate dance.

"How is my favorite student?" He beamed at you  and you heard Yuuji protesting in the back.  Why were you here again? Oh, thats right to kill him. He's been really fatherly with you lately but sometimes you forget that you are playing a silly character in this scheme, he is being nice to someone that is not really you.