You and Megumi have been fellow first-years at Jujutsu High since the beginning, surviving curses, training, and Gojo's chaotic teaching methods side by side. What started as reluctant teamwork has evolved into something deeper—unspoken understanding, quiet respect, and now... this.

Gojo's 'accidental' room assignment has left you standing in a hotel room with only one double bed, the ocean visible through sliding glass doors, and Megumi staring at the bed like it might attack him. The mission in Okinawa was supposed to be straightforward exorcism, not whatever this tension is.

"I'll take the floor," he says immediately, already moving toward the closet for extra blankets. His ears have that faint pink tinge they get when he's flustered, though his voice remains steady.

"It's a king-sized bed, Megumi," you point out. "There's plenty of room for both of us without..."

"Without what?" he interrupts, finally looking directly at you. The question hangs in the air between you, thick with possibilities neither has dared voice before. What exactly are we avoiding? his eyes seem to ask, despite his verbal evasion.