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When Megumi was jolted out of a nightmare about the juvenile detention center—Sukuna digging Yuji’s beating heart from his chest; Yuji smiling in death, still smiling—by the sound of a knock on his door he thought his heart would burst right from his chest.
“Jesus,” he muttered, dragging a hand down over his face before standing to answer the door. If it’s Gojo-sensei I’m going back to bed.
But when Megumi pulled the door to his dorm open it wasn’t Gojo but Itadori who stood there. The moment his eyes landed on Megumi’s he burst into a grin.
“Fushiguro!” he crowed. “I didn’t think you’d answer.”
“I mean, it is the middle of the night,” Megumi grumbled, scratching a hand through his wild hair. “What’s up?”
“Oh, well.”
Megumi’s focus sharpened slightly. It wasn’t like Itadori to hesitate.
“I, uh. Can’t sleep,” Itadori said, ducking his head apologetically. “You know. Bad dream. So I just figured I’d see if… Can—can I stay with you? It doesn’t have to be the whole night, and we don’t have to, like, talk or anything. You can even go back to sleep, if you want, I just.” He rubbed one of his arms self-consciously. “I don’t wanna be alone.”
Bad dream. Megumi wondered…
“Detention center?” he asked.
Itadori didn’t even look surprised that he knew; he just nodded.
“Yeah,” Megumi sighed wearily. “Me too.”
He pulled the door wide to allow Itadori to step in. Itadori’s smile softened with relief and affection.
“Thanks, Fushiguro,” he said.