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Megumi opens his eyes to darkness. He sits up, the dark liquid he’s sitting in dripping from his face.
Blood.
There’s too much blood to just be from one person, it seems the place he’s in stretches infinitely. Whether or not his blood is mixed in the large expanse of blood around him, he doesn’t know, but it seems probable.
He feels his blood soaked clothes weighing him down ever so slightly. How long had he been laying here for? Another—arguably more important—question, where was he? Megumi didn't remember how he’d gotten there. Honestly, he doesn’t care.
His head aches, he doesn’t doubt he has a head injury of some sort. He should probably get it checked out, just in case it’s serious. He should probably find a way out of here, but he can’t quite get himself to move, limbs feeling numb.
Megumi frowns. He looks around him, the darkness all around him feels unsettling, which is odd, Megumi usually finds darkness comforting. This darkness feels like it could swallow him whole if he got too close. He can faintly make out a pillar or two in the distance, though it’s hard to see. He looks up, seeing a single lightbulb hanging from the concrete ceiling. He looks down at himself, he’s wearing his jujutsu high uniform.
Megumi sits in silence. The place he’s in seems too quiet. Not even a single dripping sound. It’s a little unsettling.
A few minutes later, he hears small splashes coming from in front of him. He turns his head toward the sound, and soon a figure comes into view. Someone, wading through the shin-deep blood.
“Fushiguro.” It’s yuji. Megumi looks up at him. “C’mon, let’s go.” Yuji extends a hand out to Megumi, and he takes it, standing up.
He follows Yuji through the blood, neither boy speaking.
Eventually, they reach a doorway, light from the sun outside coming through. They go through the doorway, Megumi squinting at the brightness.
Yuji stops walking and turns around towards Megumi, smiling at him. He raises an eyebrow, and he hears someone talking, but it’s not Yuji, and it sounds far away.
Soon, the scene is fading away, replacing itself with the view of a familiar ceiling, and two equally familiar voices.
Megumi rubs his eyes, sitting up, seeing his friends presumably bickering over something, as always.
He’d fallen asleep on the couch last night, watching a movie with Nobara and Yuji.
“What do you think, Fushiguro?” Nobara calls his name, turning towards him with an expectant look.
“Huh? I don’t know, I just woke up.” Megumi responds with a yawn.