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Megumi has never fallen in love.
That was of course before Itadori Yuuji. A boy with an infectious smile, someone who thinks about others before himself.
He was also the vessel for the King of Curses. He would be executed. Megumi really doesn’t know how he fell in love with someone who was destined to be executed. Maybe it was because he was unlucky. Always someone to experience pain. How the only person he cared about was cursed. His sister, someone who was kind hearted and caring, was cursed.
Sometimes, Megumi wished he wasn’t a Jujutsu sorcerer. He could live such a peaceful life, not worrying about getting killed, or seeing people killed. He wished he was normal. Oh how he wished he was. How he wished he could go to a normal highschool, experience relationships, join clubs. He really wished he was normal.
Yuuji never thought he’d see a person as beautiful as Megumi. Sure Jennifer Lawrence was his type of woman- but something about Megumi just made his stomach flutter. How his face looks like when he summons his shikigamis- how sad he looked when we saw Yuuji fall right in front of him- terrified even, someone who could rival the sun, fall right in front of him. To Yuuji, Megumi was undeniable the most beautiful person. He was graceful, stoic, and beautiful, he was perfect in Yuuji’s eyes.
They were two boys who were oblivious to the latter’s feelings. But who cares about that, as long as the latter’s happy, they’re happy.