[ okay well, he isn’t going to reply to that, but he is going to head back to base in record time, and within a matter of moments, Toji is banging on Megumi’s dorm door. ]
[ getting a second-hand foldout table was probably the easiest part of this impromptu lunch service. megumi's done his best cooking the meatballs, rice, and vegetable broth. the whole bowl of pickled ginger is for his personal comfort. ]
I don't have alcohol, [ is how he greets toji at the door. ] I have soda, cold tea, yoghurt milk and water, so choose one for yourself.
[ ah, right. he has to let toji in, too. megumi steps aside, rubbing his neck awkwardly. ]
[ As soon as the door opens, Toji follows his nose, slipping off his shoes by the entrance and heading straight for the meal— like some big cumbersome bear. He glances down at Megumi. ]
Because if I left the conversation up to you, you won't say anything at all.
[ blunt as ever. gojo taught megumi a lot of things except tact. tsumiki took over for megumi's social education. megumi sits across from toji after the man takes his seat on one side of the table. for want of something to do, megumi reaches for a bottle of chilled water and quietly twists the cap off. ]
[ funny how he remembers the gambling tickets that made their way to the laundry basket, tsumiki's mom's weird perfume, the odd lipstick stain here and there. but ask megumi if he remembers what toji was like back then, and he couldn't tell you anything.
stale cigarette smoke. someone with a thin mustache. a loud, gutsy lady complaining about the cost of raising two kids. somewhere off to the side is a giant hole where megumi's father should be. ]
Sure, [ megumi responds with intense doubt. are they, though? kugisaki's pretty, he supposes, and maki looks.. curvy. so was mai. the kyoto girls are probably cute if he cared about that sort of thing. ] Still seems like a hassle.
[ he doesn't have a problem with toji's way of life. not anymore, not since he was five or six and looking up gojo satoru's weird face. but there is something he's wondering about. ]
Were you doing all of that when you met my mother?
[ Toji is beginning to catch onto Megumi’s way of gathering information. Lure him in with some food and suddenly he feels himself in a conversation that is more than uncomfortable.
Of course he wasn’t doing stuff like this when he met Megumi’s mother. How could he when she showed him so much warmth and affection that felt so foreign— yet so addicting. He was disinterested in every girl after that— he was disinterested in everything in general after that.
His half lidded eyes look cold as he stares across the table at Megumi, chewing slowly. Eventually, his nose curls. ]
[ he's noticed. hard not to, when toji often looks somewhere to the side, or over his head, or looks at him with what he thinks is a disturbed look. an intense stare that lasts a heartbeat, like a man daring to stare at an eclipse and hoping to be blinded by the sun, but finds only the reflected light of the moon.
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of your business
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this better be fucking important
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ACTION.
action onwards;
I don't have alcohol, [ is how he greets toji at the door. ] I have soda, cold tea, yoghurt milk and water, so choose one for yourself.
[ ah, right. he has to let toji in, too. megumi steps aside, rubbing his neck awkwardly. ]
...Where were you, really?
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Good. I hate alcohol.
[ again with the questions!! ]
Why are you so nosy?
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[ blunt as ever. gojo taught megumi a lot of things except tact. tsumiki took over for megumi's social education. megumi sits across from toji after the man takes his seat on one side of the table. for want of something to do, megumi reaches for a bottle of chilled water and quietly twists the cap off. ]
So, where were you? Who were you with?
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I was with a woman named Seiko.
[ funny how he remembers some random girl’s name but not Megumi’s. ]
She had a lot of money. We were going to have sex, but she didn’t like that I kept getting distracted by the messages I kept receiving.
[ POINTED LOOK AT MEGUMI. ]
So thanks for ruining that.
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[ funny how he remembers the gambling tickets that made their way to the laundry basket, tsumiki's mom's weird perfume, the odd lipstick stain here and there. but ask megumi if he remembers what toji was like back then, and he couldn't tell you anything.
stale cigarette smoke. someone with a thin mustache. a loud, gutsy lady complaining about the cost of raising two kids. somewhere off to the side is a giant hole where megumi's father should be. ]
Was she pretty?
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[ Wordlessly after that, Toji starts to help himself to the meal, then he thinks of something else to say: ]
All women are pretty.
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[ he doesn't have a problem with toji's way of life. not anymore, not since he was five or six and looking up gojo satoru's weird face. but there is something he's wondering about. ]
Were you doing all of that when you met my mother?
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Of course he wasn’t doing stuff like this when he met Megumi’s mother. How could he when she showed him so much warmth and affection that felt so foreign— yet so addicting. He was disinterested in every girl after that— he was disinterested in everything in general after that.
His half lidded eyes look cold as he stares across the table at Megumi, chewing slowly. Eventually, his nose curls. ]
Will you stop bringing her up?
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[ he's noticed. hard not to, when toji often looks somewhere to the side, or over his head, or looks at him with what he thinks is a disturbed look. an intense stare that lasts a heartbeat, like a man daring to stare at an eclipse and hoping to be blinded by the sun, but finds only the reflected light of the moon.
megumi picks up a meatball, eats it quietly. ]
Pick something else to talk about, then.
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Gah. What do they talk about? Megumi was nosy about his love life; guess he could be nosy about Megumi’s. ]
You should probably go find a girl to date.
[ here we go again. ]
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[ guess this answers where megumi got his tenacity from. it's not just gojo's influence, he inherited the genes for being a stubborn bastard. ]
I'm not interested in dating girls. As in I prefer men, not that I'm too busy to care.
[ wow this pickled ginger is so amazing wooaaooow ]
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