....how do i make this about megumi
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maybe it wasn’t too late to start over.
maybe it wasn’t too late to start over.
megumi sighed.
long.
deep.
existential.
megumi sighed.
long.
deep.
existential.
both men stood, side by side, puffed up like peacocks. megumi stared. and blinked. and stared some more.
both men stood, side by side, puffed up like peacocks. megumi stared. and blinked. and stared some more.
gojo smirked, undeterred. “well, why don’t we let megumi decide that? come on. settle this, megumi. who’s packing more?”
megumi looked physically pained. “oh god.”
gojo smirked, undeterred. “well, why don’t we let megumi decide that? come on. settle this, megumi. who’s packing more?”
megumi looked physically pained. “oh god.”
sukuna turned, all grin and venom. “right, because if 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 was so impressive, megumi would’ve struggled to shrink it. but from what i heard, he didn’t even break a sweat.”
sukuna turned, all grin and venom. “right, because if 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 was so impressive, megumi would’ve struggled to shrink it. but from what i heard, he didn’t even break a sweat.”
megumi wanted to slam his forehead into his desk.
megumi wanted to slam his forehead into his desk.
megumi momentarily stared at the floor, begging for it to open up and swallow him whole.
megumi momentarily stared at the floor, begging for it to open up and swallow him whole.
megumi gave him a tired look. great. another headache. could he ever catch a break?
megumi gave him a tired look. great. another headache. could he ever catch a break?
megumi seriously considered faking a stomachache to escape the conversation.
megumi seriously considered faking a stomachache to escape the conversation.
megumi genuinely considered rolling himself out the nearest window.
megumi genuinely considered rolling himself out the nearest window.
from across the room, nobara choked on her drink and was coughing violently.
megumi finally looked at him again, bewildered. “what? how did you even get to that conclusion?”
from across the room, nobara choked on her drink and was coughing violently.
megumi finally looked at him again, bewildered. “what? how did you even get to that conclusion?”
gojo didn’t take it well. in fact, he took it as a personal attack. because after a full minute of pacing and rambling, he turned back and looked at megumi.
gojo didn’t take it well. in fact, he took it as a personal attack. because after a full minute of pacing and rambling, he turned back and looked at megumi.
“then please refer your complaints to the higher-ups.” megumi cut him off and stared blankly at him.
“then please refer your complaints to the higher-ups.” megumi cut him off and stared blankly at him.
megumi, to his credit, tried to remain professional.
megumi, to his credit, tried to remain professional.
megumi sighed. “i was just doing my job.”
megumi sighed. “i was just doing my job.”
“hey. megumi,” he said, voice deceptively light. “care to explain what happened to my bulge?”
megumi pulled his headphones off slowly. “excuse me?”
“hey. megumi,” he said, voice deceptively light. “care to explain what happened to my bulge?”
megumi pulled his headphones off slowly. “excuse me?”