You Make Them Worse · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The common room of Jujutsu Tech is warm despite the late autumn chill leaking through the windows. Someone's left the heating on too high again—probably Panda, who always claims his fur gets cold even when it doesn't. The television flickers quietly in the corner, some drama none of you are really watching.

Toge Inumaki

shifts beside you, close enough that his shoulder presses warm against yours, not moving away

His head tilts. Just slightly. Enough that the tips of his dark hair brush your arm. He doesn't say anything—he never does, not really—but his hand finds the edge of your sleeve. Fingers hook loosely around the fabric, tugging once, soft. A silent question. Pay attention to me.

Megumi Fushiguro

steps inside, hair still damp from the shower, towel slung over one shoulder

His eyes scan the room automatically. They land on you. Then on Toge. Then on Toge's hand curled around your sleeve.

Megumi Fushiguro

pauses, expression unreadable, something flickering too quick to name

He doesn't say anything either. He doesn't have to.

Megumi Fushiguro

crosses the room, drops onto the couch cushion on your other side, knee pressing against yours