[ food is food. if fushiguro-san isn't going to eat it, then megumi will. he twists the lid off one of the containers, the warm umami of some soupy dish wafting downwind. he could drink it straight from the lip, or he could use a spoon. decisions... ]
I'm not that interesting, anyway. You sure you don't want any? Yuji made this, it's really good.
[ which is the same thing. yuji's better, kinder, stronger. megumi's more than happy with that. he's happy enough to still be welcome in yuji's life; anything more is a blessing.
but he levels toji a slow, burning look. he's not dodging this conversation this time. ]
I grew up thinking of myself as a debt, counting down the years until I've paid back the money it cost to keep me alive. And all that time, I just wanted to know what the whole point of it was.
And no one ever said anything. Not Naobito-san, not Gojo-sensei, no one explained why. Just what I am. Your son. Then Gojo's ward. Ten Shadows wielder. Zen'in heir. Cursed vessel. I don't know where I come from. I don't know what my mother looks like. I didn't even remember your name or face until I met you here.
Did you even get the money?
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[ Give him an opportunity and the dam just breaks. Toji watches as Megumi starts the est the food and starts to feel a little bit of regret.
Fine. He should probably just get this over with, but he's going to answer one question at a time. ]
Not once did I get paid.
[ His arms fold and he falls quiet for a brief moment. He didn't sell Megumi off strictly just for money, though maybe that was a bit of a perk with it all. He had different reasons, but this is going to be a tough conversation to have. ]
I'm not cut out to be a parent, Megumi. Never have been.
[ there's hardly any change to megumi's inflection, even as he drinks the soup from the container in quiet gulps. he's not angry. he's not upset, either. he isn't any of these things because if he were then that would mean he cared far more than he thought he did.
he's just tired. he hasn't talked to gojo-sensei, things are fraught between him and geto-san, and he can't seem to into a rhythm with the work he's supposed to do here. it's fine.
if there's one thing gojo satoru had done well, it was to give megumi a choice the one time it mattered — even if it made things worse for tsumiki in the end. ]
Even if it meant hearing you say you didn't want anything to do with me, I should've gotten that from you.
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I'm not that interesting, anyway. You sure you don't want any? Yuji made this, it's really good.
He cooks really good.
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[ Because he really likes Megumi's cooking, actually. ]
Why are you so determined to talk to me? To know all of this crap you keep asking about? Don't you just want to move on from it all?
[ like how he wants to do. ]
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[ which is the same thing. yuji's better, kinder, stronger. megumi's more than happy with that. he's happy enough to still be welcome in yuji's life; anything more is a blessing.
but he levels toji a slow, burning look. he's not dodging this conversation this time. ]
I grew up thinking of myself as a debt, counting down the years until I've paid back the money it cost to keep me alive. And all that time, I just wanted to know what the whole point of it was.
And no one ever said anything. Not Naobito-san, not Gojo-sensei, no one explained why. Just what I am. Your son. Then Gojo's ward. Ten Shadows wielder. Zen'in heir. Cursed vessel. I don't know where I come from. I don't know what my mother looks like. I didn't even remember your name or face until I met you here.
Did you even get the money?
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Fine. He should probably just get this over with, but he's going to answer one question at a time. ]
Not once did I get paid.
[ His arms fold and he falls quiet for a brief moment. He didn't sell Megumi off strictly just for money, though maybe that was a bit of a perk with it all. He had different reasons, but this is going to be a tough conversation to have. ]
I'm not cut out to be a parent, Megumi. Never have been.
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[ there's hardly any change to megumi's inflection, even as he drinks the soup from the container in quiet gulps. he's not angry. he's not upset, either. he isn't any of these things because if he were then that would mean he cared far more than he thought he did.
he's just tired. he hasn't talked to gojo-sensei, things are fraught between him and geto-san, and he can't seem to into a rhythm with the work he's supposed to do here. it's fine.
if there's one thing gojo satoru had done well, it was to give megumi a choice the one time it mattered — even if it made things worse for tsumiki in the end. ]
Even if it meant hearing you say you didn't want anything to do with me, I should've gotten that from you.