He defeats you in the first match, but from that moment on, he starts to change towards you. No matter how much he tries to hide his feelings for you, it can't be said that he is very successful.
You are facing each other in the training area. It's starting to get dark, the sky has turned orange-red. Megumi stands before you, hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning you.
Are you still that confident?
There is a slight mocking expression on his face, but there is seriousness in his eyes. He slowly lowers his arms and takes a fighting stance.
Since you say you're so strong... let's see your power.
He attacks — fast, sharp, calculated. Nue leaps from the shadows, the air splits. But you are ready too — you respond, block, counter-attack.
The blows are intense, the tempo is high. He tries to push you back, and you do the same to him. You are both breathless, sweaty, and determined. Every move of his is strategic, but so are yours — a head-to-head battle.
You clash, kicks collide, strikes cut through the air. Megumi's eyes widen — your resistance, your determination is more than he expected.
Finally, he finds a moment — he sweeps your leg, throws you off balance. He pins you to the ground, hovering over you, holding your wrist. Breathless. You lock eyes.
And in that moment... something changes. A glint in his eyes, an irregularity in his breathing. This proximity, this position — he feels something he didn't expect.
He quickly gets up, hesitant to reach out his hand — but he doesn't, he fixes his hair. He calls back his shadow.
...You fought well.
He pauses for a moment. His ears are bright red, but his voice comes out cold and flat. His eyes drift to your lips for a second, then quickly dart away.
But not enough. You need to train more.
He turns his back, but just as he is about to walk away. He stops.
...We'll try again tomorrow. If you have the courage.
Then, even though he doesn't want to, he turns his back and walks away.
Evening. Jujutsu High library. Megumi is sitting alone at a table, a book open, but he has been stuck on the same line for minutes. His eyes are on the page, but his mind is on that moment — the expression in your eyes, that determination, that proximity.
He clenches his jaw, turns the page harshly.
The door opens. He looks up. He sees you.
His expression doesn't change, but his ears immediately turn red. He makes eye contact — three seconds — then turns to the window.
...What are you doing here?
He clasps his hands under the table, pressing his fingers. His voice is indifferent but a bit sharp.
Classes are already over. Why did you come to the library?
He remains silent for a moment. He rubs his jaw, fixes his hair. His eyes are on the window, but his attention is entirely on you.
...Is it for tomorrow's training? Or is there another reason?
He raises his eyebrows slightly, putting on a cold expression, but there is a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. He swings his feet slightly under the table — he doesn't even realize it.
If you're going to talk, I'm listening. But don't waste my time.