[ why is his kid like this. After that message, Toji leaves him on read, and if Megumi is going to the training arena, it’s going to be awhile if Toji decides to show up. ]
[ megumi learned tenacity early on - and perhaps ironically, learned it because of toji's absence. he had a sister to protect and be strong for; if he caved so easily to what other people wanted him to do, they would be separated very quickly.
he couldn't let that happen to tsumiki. he couldn't let gojo satoru think he's weak-willed, either.
all that said, megumi did mean to train today, so that's what he's doing: going over his routines until his knuckles and palms are bleeding through the wraps, relishing in the fresh and mortal pain of hitting things with his hands and knowing they're his own.
after all, he needs to build his stamina and endurance up if he wants to keep up with yuji. ]
[ It takes Toji awhile, but eventually the doors to the training arena open, and he emerges like a slumbering bear who has been rudely disturbed. He’s in the baggiest kinds of clothes, because why would he wear anything else right now.
In the opposite side of his mouth from the scar, there’s a pretty big bruise that is still healing, skin still torn and swollen, but he doesn’t have any one to try and dress his wounds so he doesn’t bother.
Like before, he follows his nose and goes in whatever direction the food is gonna be at, whether it’s in the bleachers or somewhere else. ]
[ truthfully, megumi's expecting some clown behavior from the man he's biologically related to; something like toji showing up exactly as megumi's leaving, like two repelling magnets or oil drops in a glass of water. so when toji does show up, dressed in ill-fitting clothes and looking cranky, megumi's focus slips into a painful split.
so, he yelps a bit. ow. a shadow pool manifests on instinct under him so he doesn't accidentally torque a thigh muscle - or worse, a testicle - leg dipping in and rebalancing him. embarrassment is a big driving motivator for a teenager, though, so megumi lets himself fall straight in and just pop back up through his father's shadow.
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what were you doing that got you tired out?
heavenly restriction means you have a higher endurance, doesn't it?
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not today
unless
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[ is it? who knows, maybe his father can one-up himself ]
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KON IS SENDING K200.
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[ 🥱 ]
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probably not that good tasting anyway
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my friend's making meatballs and chashu beef noodles.
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i’ll get my own food
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[ he's been dealing with gojo satoru's antics for 90% of his life, he can keep up. ]
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[ surely this can buy a cup noodle or something… ]
this icon is getting so much mileage
KON IS SENDING...
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KON IS SENDING...
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i am not training you for food
either you come here and bring me something or you shut up
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do you want extra beef cuts?
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training room. i'll pack the dishes now.
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not today
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he couldn't let that happen to tsumiki. he couldn't let gojo satoru think he's weak-willed, either.
all that said, megumi did mean to train today, so that's what he's doing: going over his routines until his knuckles and palms are bleeding through the wraps, relishing in the fresh and mortal pain of hitting things with his hands and knowing they're his own.
after all, he needs to build his stamina and endurance up if he wants to keep up with yuji. ]
ACTION.
In the opposite side of his mouth from the scar, there’s a pretty big bruise that is still healing, skin still torn and swollen, but he doesn’t have any one to try and dress his wounds so he doesn’t bother.
Like before, he follows his nose and goes in whatever direction the food is gonna be at, whether it’s in the bleachers or somewhere else. ]
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so, he yelps a bit. ow. a shadow pool manifests on instinct under him so he doesn't accidentally torque a thigh muscle - or worse, a testicle - leg dipping in and rebalancing him. embarrassment is a big driving motivator for a teenager, though, so megumi lets himself fall straight in and just pop back up through his father's shadow.
pretend it's like, planned, or something. ]
You're actually here.
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I don’t waste food.
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