[ 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.
[ this is too earnest a response for a nothing remark. the fushiguro brand of communication. ]
His name is Yuji. I told him how I feel about him, we're okay now.
[ this is good, truthfully. it's like a practice run for when he tells gojo, because he's sure the man would notice right away and let megumi stew with his overthinking.
yaey meatball n rice so yommy ]
He's the friend I told you about, the one who can cook. He taught me how to make these.
[ For some reason, this topic is kind of interesting to Toji. Maybe it’s cause he can vaguely remember being in love and being happy— maybe he wants Megumi to experience that too, even if the pain is a lot when that person is lost.
He settles his chin on his knuckles, his elbow on the table, and his posture seemed relaxed. ]
[ megumi isn't even interested in a romantic relationship with yuji, when he really thinks about it. no, not that he doesn't want one, it's— ]
Even if he wasn't seeing someone, it's not the right time for such things. Dating, getting into relationships, being involved that way... [ he shakes his head. ] We've gone through so much together. Hurt each other in ways we can't control.
I'm not in a good place to be that kind of person. I have to get better first, and then maybe... I don't know. I'm happy with us being friends.
[ Too bad that Yuji is with someone else; Toji is someone who is strictly monogamous. He wouldn’t want anyone to hone in on his person, so he wouldn’t hone in on someone else’s.
He scratches the edge of his brow with the clean end of his chopsticks. ]
No.
[ no.. ]
You don’t put a timeline on love. When it happens, it happens, sometimes when you least expect it or when you don’t want it to.
[ megumi looks at toji quizzically. he doesn't want to talk about the woman who was his wife, was megumi's mother, but the conversation somehow always circles back to her. he must miss her, this woman megumi has no idea about. so why...? ]
I'm not in a hurry. I don't think I want kids, anyway. But I don't have to worry about that right now. I have a lot to do when I get back.
[ get the clan in order. help his seniors re-establish the sorcerer society. scout for more teachers, more sorcerers; the past two years had culled their numbers greatly. and then, maybe. ]
[ megumi disp his hand into the shadows and, very gently, pokes toji on the back from the shadow under his shirt. ultimately, less 'look' and more 'feel', in the end. ]
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done!
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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 ]
1/???
2/???
done
[ THAT IS IT?? ]
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[ this is too earnest a response for a nothing remark. the fushiguro brand of communication. ]
His name is Yuji. I told him how I feel about him, we're okay now.
[ this is good, truthfully. it's like a practice run for when he tells gojo, because he's sure the man would notice right away and let megumi stew with his overthinking.
yaey meatball n rice so yommy ]
He's the friend I told you about, the one who can cook. He taught me how to make these.
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He settles his chin on his knuckles, his elbow on the table, and his posture seemed relaxed. ]
You should take him on a date.
[ papa says gay rights 🏳️🌈 ]
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[ megumi isn't even interested in a romantic relationship with yuji, when he really thinks about it. no, not that he doesn't want one, it's— ]
Even if he wasn't seeing someone, it's not the right time for such things. Dating, getting into relationships, being involved that way... [ he shakes his head. ] We've gone through so much together. Hurt each other in ways we can't control.
I'm not in a good place to be that kind of person. I have to get better first, and then maybe... I don't know. I'm happy with us being friends.
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[ Too bad that Yuji is with someone else; Toji is someone who is strictly monogamous. He wouldn’t want anyone to hone in on his person, so he wouldn’t hone in on someone else’s.
He scratches the edge of his brow with the clean end of his chopsticks. ]
No.
[ no.. ]
You don’t put a timeline on love. When it happens, it happens, sometimes when you least expect it or when you don’t want it to.
[ as what was his case with Megumi’s mother. ]
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I'm not in a hurry. I don't think I want kids, anyway. But I don't have to worry about that right now. I have a lot to do when I get back.
[ get the clan in order. help his seniors re-establish the sorcerer society. scout for more teachers, more sorcerers; the past two years had culled their numbers greatly. and then, maybe. ]
Wanna see something cool?
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Toji leans back in his seat, not sure what to expect. ]
Alright.
Let’s see it.
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Cool, right? I learned that recently.
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