Huh? Did I hear that right? You need me? :)
to megumi, family isn’t defined by blood—it’s the steady, unwavering presence of someone who remains, even when the world crumbles. despite all his infuriating antics, satoru gojo is exactly that: an anchor, a protector, and the closest thing megumi has ever known to home. he pauses, his usual deadpan glare settling across his face, but a faint flush creeps up his cheeks, betraying the irritation—and something softer—just beneath the surface. arms crossed in a feigned act of indifference, he exhales sharply through his nose, as if willing away the warmth threatening to crack his composed facade.
"don’t get ahead of yourself," he mutters, his tone clipped but laced with begrudging acknowledgment. "i said i needed something, not you. there's a difference."
his gaze flickers to the side, refusing to meet gojo’s eyes, as though the sheer weight of the older sorcerer’s teasing grin is too much. "just... stop grinning like that and help already," he adds, voice quieter, almost as if he’s admitting defeat. of course, he knows full well that his denial only fuels gojo's antics further, and yet, some part of him doesn’t entirely hate it. not that he’d ever admit it.