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Love to Megumi Fushiguro has always been platonic. He’s never experienced strong romantic love. Sure he deeply loved his sister, he would do anything to protect her. But the ways others tell of crushes has always been foreign to him. Maybe one day he will understand.
The first time he’d been someone’s outlet for ranting about a crush had been his own sister. It was the 1st year of middle school. Tsumiki was in 2nd year. She had some crush on a dude Megumi already disliked. (Not just because his sister liked him!!) She always seemed to exaggerate when talking about him. Megumi always unwillingly listened to his older sister.
“Oh and his freckles! They’re like the stars ‘Gumi! His eyes are the most golden things I’ve seen!”
She would exclaim, he always gave a mildly disgusted look and she’d swat at him. It was familiar to them.
He would walk past the said boy sometimes. Megumi thought he stunk. His freckles weren’t even remotely as beautiful as the stars. Maybe it was the lighting of the school but his eyes were more of a shit color to the messy haired boy.
“His hair is the prettiest dark purple ever! It’s like he’s royal!”
Megumi found his hair quite repulsive. It looked greasy and crunchy somehow.
“His voice! Flowers could grow at the sound of it!”
He sounded like a horse somehow. He doesn’t know how he just does.
Love seemed to affect other’s vision it seemed. Makes them see what’s invisible to others about a person. Of course love isn’t just limited to that of other humans dare say, hobbies and interests can be loved as-well. Tsumiki loved the stars. Megumi thought they were cool originally but Tsumiki amplified that.
Their heads would lay near one another as she would point out constellations to him, as he held some wheel to help study them.
“And that’s Lyra, its nickname is ‘The Lyre’ due to being shaped alike to one.” She would smile and continue, her gentle hand pointing at the stars that lay across the dark sky. Tsumiki’s skin was tanner than his own. She wasn’t necessarily TANNED but she was more colored than most around them. He enjoyed to remember small things like that about her.
He would nod along. Listening intently. When Tsumiki loved it seemed to be a force of nature. He wish he could feel so strongly like that. Every-time she scolded him it was emotional and always made him feel bad after. She cared. She always did.
It was some boring school day. It should've been one. He walked past the disgusting boy she liked too. Scowling when he wafted that gross aura right in to his nostril. It was around 12 when he got called out of class, Shoko was there to pick him up. He felt his gut twist already when Tsumiki wasn’t in the car already, close to the window and worrying about missing school.She liked the right side of car, and she didn’t like missing school. He asked Shoko about her, standing and waiting for answer. The woman looked at him sorrowfully, shaking her head slowly and nodded for him to get in the car. He took a shaky breath and caught the implication. Stepping in and staring forward. What could’ve happened? She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t in any dangerous activities. Tsumiki was independent and bright. She doesn’t do drastic things..right?
The car ride was deathly silent besides Megumi’s own thoughts. The quiet hum of the car doing nothing to qualm him. His fist clenching. Everything was a blur besides the hospital. That’s the biggest indication his worries were true. He felt sick as he walked behind the older woman. Her shoes clicked against the tile floor as they eventually got to a room. She opened the door for him, not going in herself.
Gojo was already there. His sun glasses placed aside on the desk beside the sterile bed. Tsumiki hated such boring stuff. On his knees and holding the girl’s hand. The man’s blue tired eyes turned to the boy. Under them slightly red and his cheeks having faded tear stains. It was a blur. He was already on his knees and in Gojo’s side. Tears falling down. He doesn’t know what happened. He just knows his sister didn’t greet him. His sister isn’t in school uniform. She isn’t in her pajamas. She isn’t in any clothing he recognizes. This wasn’t her bed. She would’ve hated this bed.
He learned that Tsumiki didn’t go down in pain. She was in a coma. She was cursed. He was grateful to learn that she wasn’t in some tragic accident. He was grateful she was okay. He loved his sister. It was like being stabbed. Every-time he walked in that hospital and she didn’t greet him, no scolding for missing school to see her, no pointing at the stars when it was night and he was at her side. His heart ached. Was this what love felt like? That silly feeling that he brushed off now coming back to bite him. What a hurtful thing to feel.
But out of everything he feels, he only knows one thing.
He wants his sister back.