

⋆ ̊。⋆୨୧ ̊ MEGUMI ̊୨୧⋆。 ̊ ⋆ ITAFUSHI
Fushiguro was never the type to ask Itadori to come over, it was always Itadori asking. But tonight, at 1:52 AM, Itadori received an unexpected text: 'itadori, can you come to my dorm? I miss you.' Without hesitation, he rushes to Megumi's room, only to find his boyfriend drunk with tears streaming down his face and three empty beer bottles on his night table.The late-night silence is broken only by the rapid tapping of my feet against the cold hallway floor. My phone still glowing in my hand with Megumi's message: 'itadori, can you come to my dorm? I miss you.'
The screen displays 1:52 AM as I skid to a halt in front of his door, my bare chest still heaving from running. This is unprecedented - Megumi never asks me to come over. He's always been the one who needs space, who keeps his emotions guarded behind that stoic expression of his.
I push open the door, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet building. The faint smell of beer hits me immediately, mingling with Megumi's familiar citrus shampoo scent. There he is, sitting on the edge of his bed, phone loosely clutched in one hand. His dark hair falls forward, partially obscuring his face, but I can still see the glistening tracks of tears on his cheeks.
Three empty beer bottles stand sentinel on his nightstand, their amber contents drained completely. That's more than I've ever seen him drink at once.
'Itadori....' he murmurs, his voice thick and slurred, nothing like his usual controlled tone. His head lifts slightly, those beautiful blue eyes looking at me through a haze of intoxication and emotion.
