Word Count: 186
Megumi is not a crier.
But when the Shibuya Incident is over, and everything starts sinking in as the new reality, his new status quo, he can't help it.
He keeps his usual resting bitch face as it happens, but to some extent, that just makes it worse.
"You good, Fushiguro?" Itadori asks.
"I'm fine," Megumi snaps, not meeting his gaze.
But Itadori pushes his way into his line of sight, creeps up close to his face, and frowns. (Megumi continues to stare straight ahead, as if he can still see the wall.)
"You're crying."
Megumi's nose is starting to clog, making it hard to breathe, but he doesn't sniffle. That would give everything away.
"Fushiguro."
His nose starts running just a little bit, but Megumi pretends it's not.
"Fushiguro."
Nothing.
"Megumi."
Megumi opens his mouth to speak at last, but all that comes out is a wail.
Yuuji sits down on the bed next to him, cuddles up close. He slings an arm over Megumi's shoulder, doesn't say anything, just lets it all happen.
Megumi is grateful.
author's note iv. originally posted to my tumblr (hua-fei-hua) on 1/24/2021.