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Megumi locked eyes with his reflection in the waterlogged bathroom mirror. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as his therapist used to instruct him. Another throbbing headache started looming from the deep recesses of his head, which prompted him to rest his forehead against the cold, slick surface in front of him, whimpering to the foreign sensation contrasting the heat building up inside him. He clung to the sides of the sink as he did his best to stop being angry over something superficial.
The reason for his apparent distress, you may ask?
His stupid legal guardian Satoru Gojo has decided to dictate what he has to do, yet again, without even consulting him. Megumi is annoyed enough that he has been left out of graduation rites for being years behind. He is irritated at the fact that he needs to catch up on his academics at double the pace because Satoru Gojo decided therapy and leave of absence is the best course of action for his mental state. Hell, Yuuji and Todo are now a few weeks away from graduating college — and he is happy for them don't get him wrong — while he remains stuck with his freshman-grade classes. He's that far behind, and he hates it.
Admittedly, the therapy sessions did him good. So were the psychological evaluations and the prescriptions. He's happier than ever. He's no longer a wreck. Obviously he is not going to admit that out loud, though. Megumi still has to unlearn old habits such as keeping things to himself, yes, but that is out of the equation. Satoru Gojo made the right call, and Megumi is thankful for it.
Still, if only his guardian would just get off his back for once it would be great.
See, Satoru Gojo decided it would be nice for Megumi to take the car he had gifted to him for a ride across the country. He had inadvertently put him on another vacation leave so that he can go with Yuuji to celebrate some festival taking place in his hometown.
"You've been working hard," Gojo said as he dismissed his rather vocal concerns about how this is gonna affect his academic standing with a mere wave of his hand, "And the car is not enough. Go out there and have yourself a good time."
"Maybe I don't want to have a good time," Megumi fired back through gritted teeth.
Satoru merely cocked an eyebrow at him. "Maybe I already told Yuuji-kun you're going with him."
Megumi can only roll his eyes and groan at the heavens in frustration. Figures.
"C'mon, you need to unwind. Sendai is great this time of the year." Gojo mused to himself as he lazily munched on a caramel bar. "Plus I need you to do me a favor and bring home some of that sweet kikufuku."
Megumi sneered at him, "Why don't you go yourself then?"
Gojo dramatically sighed and made a show of showing the calendar app on his phone. Sure enough, the days of when the festivities are gonna take place pose a conflict to his hectic schedule. Megumi, quickly getting the hint that Gojo will never let him be, just said yes begrudgingly. The idiot had the nerve to look happy.
He knows Gojo only wants what is best for him, but after that fateful day, Megumi can tell something has changed between the two of them. There is something in the way his guardian looks at his way like he is gonna crumble to pieces and with the gentle manner Gojo had tended to his needs during the worst times of his life that boils him to anger. The last thing he needs from his incompetent guardian is atonement. It's too late to atone. The damage has been done. And pity. Especially not pity.
But despite the years of therapy and the days of taking bitter medicine that makes him feel like shit, Satoru Gojo never treated him back to how it was, back before he got entangled in a mess involving his fucked up feelings for his own abuser and the even more sinister arrangement and setup between the two of them.
So here he is, alone inside the cold dorm bathroom, staring at the orange prescription bottles and debating whether he should bring them with him on the trip as he towel-dries his hair. He hates the idea of slacking off to unwind, but the darkened shadows beneath his eyes tell him he probably needs a break from all things academic too. It would be nice to complete a full nights' sleep without worrying over unpassed requirements. His set of medicine are a lifesaver because it literally stopped him from imploding from the sheer pressure of his own fucked up thoughts and emotions, but in the context of attending festivities, he does wanna get into the moment for a change. Plus festivities would mean there's gonna be a lot of food, and the last thing he needs is to put on more weight thanks to the side effects.
So he just popped a few of them inside his mouth just so he can get through the day, rinsed them down with some tap water, then placed them back to their respective shelves where they belong. He hung his towel to dry and then proceeded to prepare for the trip.
Peeking at his current set of clothes, Megumi quickly realized that his best pairs of outfits are all in the laundry. He mentally smacked himself for forgetting to do the laundry yet again. Sighing at his limited options, he settled for a pair of jeans, a fitted shirt, and the university hoodie.
Megumi sucked in his belly and held his breath as he shimmied through the denim. He buttoned them on, and smiled at himself when he saw that the jeans still fit albeit poorly, and that the button didn't popped off and the zipper didn't got ripped from the seams. He quickly dumped the fitted shirt back to its drawer and went for a more boxy fitted one, in hopes to conceal his apparent bloat as best as he could. For good measure, he slipped on his hoodie. Grabbing his phone and his keys, he grabbed his week's worth of luggage and headed outside their room, locking the door shut afterwards.
The sun was just starting to rise. Megumi yawned and stretched his limbs as he headed to the parking lot to meet Yuuji...and Todo, to his dismay. He had noticed the two of them first; both of them are far too engrossed in their own idiocy to notice him. He cannot help but cringe. He had legitimately hoped that Yuuji was joking when he mentioned that the overgrown ape is joining the two of them on the trip, but Todo's presence here easily disproves that alone.
If he is being honest, he finds Todo even more annoying than before. All of them who got involved in that incident a few years ago now stare at him like he's fragile porcelain; while he can tolerate it on Yuuji because he's just that good-natured, he cannot bear himself to endure the gaze from Gojo and he is particularly annoyed that Todo is now also treating him the same. He hates that. He would rather have the gorilla think he's plain and boring like the old days over...this.
His apparent disgust must be painted on his face, for when the man in question caught glance of him, his stupid face cracked and sneered back at him. Megumi gulped a lump off his throat and regained his footing. The last thing he needs is to make an oaf like Todo angry; he can easily hand his ass to him after all. "Remind me again why he's coming with us?" He sighed.
In a typical Todo fashion, he had answered on behalf of Yuuji, "Takada-chan has a handshake event on the second day of the festival." Todo then reached inside his jacket pocket and showed, to Megumi's horror, three tickets for the tall idol's meet and greet event.
As if reading what was on his head, Todo waved the tickets in his direction and continued, "I am generous enough to get a ticket for you, too, Fushiguro. You may not like Takada-chan but once you get to meet her your life will be changed."
Megumi can only roll his eyes at Todo who looks like he genuinely believes that this Takada idol is the second coming of Jesus Christ. Deep down, he knows that Todo means well with the gesture. That is his best way of showing concern towards a plain and boring person like him. He appreciates it, really — he just isn't delusional enough to believe all his problems will go away with a mere handshake from an idol. If it would, he would've done it sooner.
Yuuji only looked at him apologetically and scratched at his head. He, too, knows what Todo is trying to insinuate. Megumi just brushed the attempt off with a monotonous thank you as he proceeded to put all their luggage in the trunk, deep in his thoughts. If he is not letting his guardian dote on him, there is no way he is letting an acquaintance do it even if he needs it. Megumi is beyond that already; he is rather proud of himself that he had managed to unlearn his nasty codependency habit during therapy. That obviously meant he had to become the opposite though and resort to more isolation but at least he is not dragging others down in his apparent misery. Plus the extremes are pretty much the only thing he's ever known. It's either a one or a ten. Nothing more, nothing less.
So he'll accept Todo's stupid offer, obviously out of politeness. He is doing good, and he is happier than ever, especially compared to before. He no longer needs to rely on anyone for his own happiness. He just wants to be polite because as idiotic as Todo might be, he is looking out for his well being and while Megumi cannot deny that he abhors the feeling, he is in no room, no way, shape, or form to throw everyone's kindness back at their faces.
The plan is to reach Sendai around lunch time, pick up Yuuji's other older brother from his work then head home to the Itadori residence where the three of them will drop their luggages and rest for a bit before going to West Park at night to watch the fireworks display that's bound to kick off the festivities. It's a pretty simple itinerary, and as Megumi navigated the streets behind the wheel he started feeling good at the fact that he didn't bring his pills with him. If only Todo would just stop singing from the backseat that would be nice for his rather peaceful headspace. His offkey singing grates his eardrums and gives him a pounding headache at this early in the morning.
The four-hour drive was uneventful, for the most part. They had to stop over for pee breaks because no, Megumi is not risking a drop of anybody's piss inside his brand new car. He felt so much better after grabbing a cup of coffee from a drive thru they passed. The bittersweet aftertaste helped him focus much more on the task at hand, and Todo and Yuuji's noise and energy eventually dissipated two hours in. They were all reduced to sight seeing, but the explicit lyrics from Todo's playlist remained booming in his sound system. Megumi is feeling too cathartic to care, though. It is a sunny day, the traffic only started getting heavier when they neared their intended destination, and for what seems to be forever, he is actually having a good time all things considered.
The feeling only became more intense when they finally arrived in Yuuji's hometown. The heavier traffic flow turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because it gave Megumi lots of opportunity to gawk at the giant streamers hanging above the streets in awe. The different colors dance vividly above them, swaying with the wind as Yuuji took the time to give a short explanation of what they should be expecting for today. Turns out he is not alone, either — Todo is busy snapping pictures from the backseat.
Come think of it, Tokyo does have its fair share of festivities but Megumi just never found the hype for them. He supposed going through a lot of shit did give him a lot of perspective for all the things that are happening around him.
As planned, the three of them dropped by the local hospital. Yuuji had left him with Todo inside the car to pick up his brother from his shift. Megumi made the mistake of meeting the gorilla's glance through the rearview mirror as he shifted uncomfortably beneath his seat. He is...acquainted with Todo, at best. Yuuji is just a mutual friend, and the two of them are polar opposites even now. It's funny that nothing has changed between them in terms of their dynamic of hating each other's guts. Megumi can tolerate making enemies with someone as humongous as Todo, if only Todo would just wipe that look of pity in his eyes.
"What?" Todo cocked an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Megumi responded a little too quickly. He decided to busy himself with his phone and pretended to be engrossed in it just to kill the time. He heard his company from behind sigh audibly and do the same.
Time flew by as Megumi caught up with his readings fast. He caught a glimpse of Yuuji from the corner of his eye, and sure enough he was accompanied by two other people.
Megumi caught his breath when he laid eyes on what he can deduce is Yuuji's older brother. Now, he has learned a lot from therapy, don't get him wrong. But there are still old habits that he still didn't unlearn — and one of them includes having a penchant for men older than him. Megumi suddenly felt really conscious of how he looks.
The older brother in question is only taller than Yuuji — who, Megumi should mention, had a ridiculous growth spurt in his sophomore year — by a few hair strands. Slim-fit jeans, a plain shirt, and a windbreaker jacket cling on to his lanky frame, and when the three of them approach closer, Megumi can make out the features of the man. Long, inky dark hair tied up in messy, disheveled space buns behind his head with a few stray bangs framing his face, dark eyes and even darker undereyes, flushed creamy complexion, and high cheekbones. If Yuuji is a bulking mass of toned muscle and flesh, his other older brother is a statue, or maybe even a painting.
First thing that Megumi thought: Yuuji has hot brothers.
Second thing that Megumi noted when he realized that the accompanying woman with pale hair and voluptuous curves has her arm wrapped around the other brother's arm: he's straight. And taken. What a lethal combination.
Megumi quickly snapped himself out of his trance to prevent himself from looking stupid and gulped a lump that's wedged in his throat. He rolled his window down before he could even think about it. Yuuji waved at him inconspicuously as he led the couple all the way to his car.
Yuuji had waited for everyone to settle inside back in the car before the introductions. The blonde lady is wedged between Todo and Yuuji's hot brother on the backseat, sitting with her legs crossed as she draped her arm around the brother's shoulder.
"This is my big brother Choso," Yuuji gestured to their new company in the backseat. Todo eyed the two new strangers with curiosity while Megumi kept his eyes glued on the road ahead. "And this is my brother's girlfriend, Yuki-san. This is Megumi Fushiguro," Yuuji tapped Megumi by his shoulder, which made him jump from his seat and become even more self-conscious. "And that's Aoi Todo for you." He gestured to the hulking man seated beside the lady.
"Hi," Megumi said in a small voice as he kept his head down, feeling a bit of heat creep on his face.
"Pleased to be of acquaintance," Choso mumbled from his corner. The feeling of awkwardness between new people seems to be mutual between him and Yuuji's brother, at least. Yuki merely flashed all of them a toothy grin. "Hello! I'm Yuki. Pleased to meet you two. Yuji here has told me a lot of things about you guys but—" she removed her arm from Choso's shoulder entirely and shifted to her seat so she is facing Todo. The man in question matched her cocky grin with an equally menacing smile of his own.
"Todo-san, is it?" Yuki raised an eyebrow at him and out of the blue asked, "What kind of woman is your type?"
Yuki cupped Todo by his chin, that grin on her face unwavering. To the surprise of nobody but Choso who's having secondhand embarrassment on behalf of his girlfriend's antics, Todo laughed and proudly announced, "I love a tall woman with a nice big ass! And I was about to ask you the same thing!"
Yuki seemed to enjoy his cringey enthusiasm and gave him a thumbs up, which she then pointed to Choso, who flushed at the attention, "My type's this guy right here. No wonder you and Yuuji-kun here got along."
To Megumi's dread, Yuki turned her attention to him, standing up and leaning towards his ear. She asked him with the same conviction as she did with Todo.
Megumi is not sure how Yuki-san is gonna receive his answer to that same question. Todo — who apparently shares a brain cell with her even though they never met until today — handed his ass to him for being 'boring' and 'uninspired'. He caught a glance at Yuuji, who was seated beside him. As usual. He looks worried. "Um," Yuuji tried butting in. "I don't think Fushiguro would like to talk about it."
Yuki blinked at her, curiosity creeping in. "Why not?"
A fresh heat spell bloomed in the pits of Megumi's stomach. Figures. Of course Yuuji is worried given his...history. He cannot help but be annoyed. Yuuji is a good friend, but he is not in any place to speak for him.
"As long as a person has unshakeable will," he said in response, his tone clipped. "Then I couldn't ask for more. Maybe have them be older than me as a bonus. Maybe." He added as an afterthought out of spite. He is way beyond who he was a few years ago. His type is not a sore, sensitive spot. Yuuji, Todo, Gojo — they can all get off his backs. He's fine. He's happier than ever.
"Them," Yuki parroted beside him, "Pan?"
At that Megumi stared at the woman dumbfounded, not quite catching what she meant.
Thankfully Yuki is significantly more patient than a certain gorilla he knows. "Are you pansexual?"
Megumi hummed underneath his breath. "I suppose."
"Good for you," she ruffled Megumi's hair and settled back to her seat back to Choso's company. Megumi steeled himself and avoided Yuuji's gaze beside him. A pang of guilt suddenly swelled beneath his chest. He didn't mean to be rude, and Yuuji means well. Maybe he shouldn't have snapped like that.
Upon further questioning during the drive to the Itadori residence, Choso apparently works as a phlebotomist while Yuki is the lab director in the hospital. "It is a match made in heaven," Yuki quipped, "He pricks people and draws their blood while I get to run tests on it." Yuuji did mention that Choso tends to take overtime for that sweet extra pay, so that explains the intense eye bags.
They were greeted by the Itadori patriarch the moment they arrived at home. Megumi parked the car in the empty garage as Yuuji instructed. Megumi cannot help but take note of the uncanny resemblance between Yuuji and his dad — the same peach hair albeit his were now peppered with snow white strands, the same kind eyes though the smile lines under the thick prescription lenses are very much telling of the father's age. Yuuji went in first with a hug, then proceeded to introduce his company.
"You must all be so tired from the trip," Jin Itadori ushered them inside the house. They left their shoes on the rack situated at their front door. "Feel free to take a seat and rest. I'll have my eldest take your bags upstairs."
Yuuji nodded obediently. Choso, on the other hand, looked like something just struck him and paled. Megumi watched the older brother try and pry his mouth open as his eyes started blinking rapidly. Before he can even utter a coherent word, though, Jin Itadori already has his back on them, heading someplace in the house.
"Yuuji—" Choso finally managed to let it out of his system, his eyes wide as saucers. Too late though — their father called in for him too.
"Choso, will you please tend to Sukuna's cooking?" Jin Itadori called ahead. "I'll have him place your stuff in the spare room."
Upon mentioning the name, Yuuji and Todo immediately tensed and shielded Megumi from the line of sight of whoever was headed their way.
And Megumi….Megumi's legs felt wobbly, like the floor beneath him suddenly turned to mush. A mushy, sticky clay-like dough that clung to him and slowly, painfully, started dragging him under the surface. It's a sensation he never had in years. Just hearing that dreaded name said brought back all the good things and the bad things that had happened to him…all the stuff that wrecked him, that had cost him the loss of his own self. He steadied himself by leaning against the wall, fists and legs shaking pretty terribly.
And then Sukuna showed himself, an apron over his house clothes, and everything went ham. Megumi saw red, and Yuuji immediately pounced against the estranged brother only to be stopped by his own father and held back by Todo, who is also glaring daggers at the man.
"Dad," Yuuji said, his chest puffing from anger. He really is about to make a scene despite the visitors. "What the fuck is he doing here?"
The patriarch pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, "Choso," he exhaled, "You didn't tell him?"
"I'm sorry, dad," it was Choso's turn to come in between Yuuji and their father. "I forgot. I swear I initially meant to tell him."
Jin Itadori clasped the upset boy by his shoulders. "Son," he says, "Get yourself changed. Let's talk about this upstairs."
"But—"
"No buts," the father's shoulders sagged, as if another pressure pressed against him. "Just do as you're told. Let's have your guests rest. Sukuna," he turned his attention to the man of Megumi's dreams and nightmares. "Get their bags. Put them in the spare room. Prep the spare futons that we have."
Without a word, Sukuna obeyed his biological father's wishes. Megumi saw his eyes widen a fraction when he saw him, but paid him no second glances. He just went outside as he was instructed and started taking their bags.
Jin Itadori had them settled on the house's living room. Megumi stiffly sat on the couch and cradled one of the pillows while boring his gaze to the carpet beneath him, desperately grounding himself to the present. He focused, and took deep breaths. He is not coming undone. His past is beyond him now. He is happier than ever. He is fine. The years he had spent picking up his own pieces and gluing them back together is not going to be undone.
Todo sat across him, his arms crossed on his broad chest. Because of the altercation, Yuki seems to be the only one who feels at home. Megumi would pay good money to be in her place — oblivious to the context and gravity of the situation given the family's apparent strained relationship with Sukuna and Sukuna's own antics towards him that affected Yuuji and Todo, to an extent.
Still, when he tried stabilizing himself, the heat pooling inside him swelled even more, threatening to burst and incinerate him and everyone else. All the pain and anger he didn't knew he had began resurfacing from the shadows where he had buried them a few years ago.
He needs to do something about this or else he is gonna explode. He cannot afford to waste Gojo's money again. He needs to suck it up — and he is willing to, he just don't know how.
And sure enough, the solution presented itself almost immediately. Sukuna was coming from downstairs, his hands in his pockets. Irrationality clouded Megumi's vision. He stood up from his seat. Todo tried to intervene by holding him back but Megumi shook him off. With a newly found determination, he approached Sukuna and asked, "Can I talk to you outside?"
Sukuna looks perplexed, as if he couldn't believe what is happening. "I'm busy—"
"Yes or no?" Megumi snapped.
There was a pause, then Sukuna nodded once and led the way outside to their yard. The older man couldn't quite face him, which infuriated Megumi even more. How dare he? The least he can do is acknowledge his presence.
Megumi counted to ten mentally, as instructed by his therapist. He closed his eyes, and visualized the numbers inside his head as he focused all the pent up rage inside of him. He breathed out, clenched his fist shut, then punched Sukuna square in the cheek. The man whimpered a bit, but said nothing.
Megumi was huffing puffs of air when he's done, the swelling anger subsiding into a more subdued flow of rage. "I have waited too long to do that," he says, "So I am getting that out of the way."
Sukuna remained unresponsive. Megumi took that as his cue to word vomit. That is the only other feasible way he can unleash his wrath for the man.
"You used and used and used me until nothing is left," Megumi mused more to himself. "I had to go to fucking therapy because of you. Do you have any idea how many antidepressants I am currently taking because of what you did to me?*
Sukuna shook his head, his poker face unreadable. He is painfully still and unmoving, which made it easier for Megumi to let it all out in the middle of the day.
"I fell in love with you," Megumi felt a large thorn got wedged off his chest after saying that. There is a liberating sense to finally admitting those words out loud to the person who had caused him pain. "I—I— you had your way with me. Coerced me into doing shit. Violated me. And I let that happen because of all the shit you are dangling to my face. And yet I still fell in love with you but I am glad that I went to therapy because looking back, I wasn't really in love. I was lonely and desperate. And you took advantage of my loneliness."
As he spewed the filth out of his mouth, Megumi cannot help but look back to his fucked up relationship with Sukuna. With daddy. The academic stress piling up to his late sister's worsened condition, the blackmail, the pressure of being gay in a traditionalist and conservative institution, all the skeletons in Megumi's closet he had concealed — Sukuna had exploited every single one of them. He had claimed his body, marked his soul, took his heart, and then broke them to pieces only for him to put it back together afterwards. Megumi had loathed him and loved him all the same. It was Sukuna who broke his spirit, but it was daddy who soothed his pain with pleasure. It was Sukuna who wrecked all the trust and love Megumi has in his body, but it was daddy who made him feel the same things he wrecked. Now he is but an empty husk, a shell of his former self. Therapy had drilled in his head that Sukuna and daddy are one and the same person, that no matter how good daddy's intentions are, that is only so he can hurt him again. And it's true.
"So tell me, Sukuna," Megumi growled at his direction, "After everything you've done to me — is it all worth it?"
"I'm sorry."
Megumi's guard got caught. A rug got swept under his feet. "What?"
"I'm sorry, Fushiguro Megumi," Sukuna had patiently reiterated. "You don't have to believe me. But for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"Fuck you," Megumi's voice trembled, and only did he realize that he started crying.
"And to answer your question, no. No it's not." Sukuna spread his arms to bring attention to himself. "Your yakuza guardian ruined my life. Ruined me."
"Are you saying it was my fault?!" Megumi's voice shrilled.
"No, no, don't misinterpret — I brought it all to myself," Sukuna repeated, "I'm sorry."
"Will your sorrys turn back time, huh?" Megumi taunted.
He is not stupid. Of course it's not. Deep down, this is exactly what he wanted to hear from his abuser. Nothing more, nothing less. Not an 'I love you too' — just a short 'I'm sorry'. Unfortunately Sukuna is four years too late with the apology. What's been done cannot be undone anymore. Megumi can no longer be his old self because Sukuna had single handedly destroyed it. Yuuji will never be the same. Todo got roped into this and therefore will never be the same. So is Gojo. Tsumiki is six feet under. This is all because fate had been cruel to Megumi for allowing a predator like Sukuna in his life.
He stared at the monster in front of him. For once, it looked like Sukuna was telling the truth. The full truth. Only god knows what happened to him after that fateful day. Still, he cannot help but notice the eye bags that are rivalling Choso's, the hollow, sunken cheeks, and his frame being wire thin now compared to before. Gone were the strong muscles that manhandled him and had comforted him — Sukuna is all skin and bones now.
After the struggle, Megumi finally got what he deserved — a proper apology. It was too late, but at least.
"Fuck you," Megumi repeated himself. "I hope you burn in hell."
Todo interrupted the two of them. He has his phone in his hand. "Fushiguro," He called, "Gojo-sensei is on the line. He wants to talk to you."
Megumi took note of how Sukuna started trembling upon mentioning his guardian's name. He took the phone out of Todo's clasp, who then stood guard for him. He doesn't need that, but he didn't complain. He inhaled before answering, "Yes, sir?"
"Megumi," Satoru Gojo sighed in relief, "Would you like me to book you a hotel room there? Or send any of my men to watch over you?"
"No, thank you," now that Megumi has visibly calmed down after saying his piece, he can be rational again. He doesn't need Gojo to baby him. He can handle himself fine. "Yuuji and Todo got my backs here. Plus Yuuji's family seems nice."
"That's good to hear," Megumi can practically see Gojo nodding on his end. "Put me on speaker, will you?"
Megumi fumbled with the caller id then did as he was told. Satoru Gojo cleared his throat dramatically before continuing, "Sukuna, hi there. I don't give a rat's ass if my influence isn't as strong in Sendai — I will cut off every finger in your body if you do so much as touch my ward's hair. Are we clear on that?"
Sukuna refused adamantly to respond, despair and fury visible in his face.
"Your silence means yes," Gojo said in his stupid sing-song voice. "Put me off the speakerphone, dear."
Megumi did. He nestled the phone back to his ear. "How are you feeling, bud?"
"Good," Megumi curtly answered. To his surprise, he had actually told the truth. He believes that. "I'm doing good."
"That's good, that's good," Gojo is back to being enthusiastic. "Just know you're free to contact me if anything comes up, okay?"
"Yes."
"And don't forget the kikufuku." Gojo quipped, "There. I just wired you extra money for them. Get me all the flavors in the largest boxes okay?"
Megumi had let out a chuckle. He had found himself smiling. How strange. How odd. How liberating. "Alright, alright."