𝒀/𝑵'𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚: 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊, 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

Episode III: The Heart's Uninvited Guest

I rushed to the window, curiosity getting the better of me. I pushed aside the curtain and peered outside, my eyes scanning the scene unfolding before me. Itadori clutched his head, wincing in pain, while Megumi stood tall, his expression stern. "Fushiguro, ouch! That hurts!" Itadori pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. Megumi's gaze remained unwavering, his jaw set. "I said you're not welcome," Megumi declared.

Just then, Satoru appeared, his presence announced by the hint of amusement dancing on his face. "Looks like you two are getting along," he observed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Yuji shot Satoru a pained glance, while Megumi crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Y/N wasn't enough; now he's my neighbour too," Megumi muttered, his tone laced with resignation.

I frowned, pouting to emphasize my cuteness, and stepped outside. The sunlight cast a warm glow on my face as I approached the duo. "Do you hate me that much, Megumi?" I asked, my voice laced with mock hurt. Megumi raised an eyebrow, his expression unyielding. "You have disturbed me 24/7 for 7 years. That's enough reason," he replied, his words firm but measured.

"I won't disturb you!" I protested, stomping my foot. The ground beneath me seemed to tremble with my emphasis. "Yes, you do!" Megumi countered, his voice calm but firm. "You're always barging in, making noise, and disrupting my focus," he elaborated, his words painting a vivid picture of my alleged transgressions. "That's not true!" I argued, folding my arms across my chest.

"It's completely true!" Megumi shot back, his voice rising. "You have no concept of personal space," he emphasized, his eyes locking onto mine. I felt a surge of defensiveness, but Satoru's chuckle in the background interrupted the tension. "Oniisan says I'm a great neighbour!" I exclaimed, seeking validation. Megumi snorted, his expression dismissive. "Oniisan's biased because he's your brother," he retorted.

I scowled, feeling a pang of hurt. "You're just jealous because Oniisan likes me more!" I accused, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. Megumi rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "That's not the point," he said, his tone measured. "What is the point, then?" I demanded, my curiosity piqued.

"The point is you need to respect boundaries!" Megumi emphasized, his voice firm. Satoru's amusement grew, his chuckle evolving into a gentle laugh. "This is entertaining," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Itadori rubbed his sore head, wincing in discomfort. "Can we please focus on something else?" he pleaded, attempting to intervene in the escalating argument. However, Megumi and I were too entrenched in our positions to listen.

The argument continued, with neither of us willing to concede. "I don't see why I need to respect your boundaries!" I exclaimed. My voice rose. Megumi's eyes narrowed, his expression unyielding.

"Because I have work to do, and your constant interruptions are annoying," Megumi retorted. His tone was firm. "I'm not annoying!" I protested.

Megumi raised his voice. "Yes, you are! You always barge in, ask unnecessary questions, and—" "Oniisan says I'm helpful!" I interrupted.

Megumi threw up his hands. "That's because Oniisan's too soft on you!" he exclaimed.