Troubles (Itafushi, Itadori x Megumi)

Chapter 16: Apart

A/N: New character in this chapter. I've waited SO LONG for them to appear in the story XD

Also, this chapter will kind of explain why Megumi was a rather emotionally detached person for most of his life.

Enjoy reading!

Chapter summary: Megumi stays away from his and Yuuji's dorm room for a while.

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Yuuji's cries and sobs amplified in slew and volume, his body releasing all of its pain by means of waterfalls on his face and wailings in his throat.

The weeping sounds of disappointment and grief echoed through the deserted park, birds snuggled in their nested homes between branches being the only ones to bear witness to Yuuji's breakdown.

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With a dropped head, Megumi was still standing in the same spot ever since Yuuji had left the room. For how long? How much time had passed since then? Maybe minutes or hours or years or an eternity.

Megumi couldn't tell.

But it definitely felt like an eternity.

Megumi's sorrow was timeless.

Surprisingly, he managed to make the tip of one finger twitch and, like dominoes toppling over, his whole body successively shook and trembled, and he finally broke free from his bodily imprisonment.

Megumi inhaled and exhaled sharply upon realizing that he had been breathing irregularly and sometimes – even worse – holding his breath unconsciously.

It hurt.

The pain.

Everything.

It hurt.

And Megumi couldn't make it stop.

For some reason though, he managed to reach his desk – lethargically – and grab his phone – also lethargically – and his fingers unlocked the phone screen.

Yuuji had given him that number once. Back then after they had visited Yuuji's childhood home together for the first time. Yuuji had given Megumi that phone number in case Megumi needed help from someone who had much more knowledge in medicine. Megumi, however, had never contacted that person. Not even once. He hadn't even saved their number properly.

Megumi was watching the string of numbers on the phone screen. He clicked on the message button – lethargically – and tapped in the message. A short message. Three little sentences, but they were bearing a lot of weight.

[6.19 p.m.] It's me, Megumi. Yuuji knows. He found out when we were dating.

Megumi wasn't wasting a lot of thoughts on what use it had to send Gojo that message, but a part of himself told him that this was something he needed to do.

Not that it could fix anything ...

Megumi could have neglected his phone after that message, but his thumbs ended up hovering above the list of contacts he had recently messaged.

Yuuji was one of them.

But ...

Megumi couldn't do it.

He couldn't bring himself to do it.

So, he didn't.

Instead his eyes wandered down to another contact on the phone screen.

That person and Megumi had sent each other messages sporadically. Ever since Megumi had started med school, he hadn't seen him in person. They were a two hours bus ride (or a one hour train ride) apart from each other. And Megumi had never really felt drawn to that person emotionally. And yet ... now ... Megumi had to go somewhere.