"Aw, did we upset you, Megumi-kun?" Gojo coos as he leans in, lips brushing the back of his ear from where he stands behind him. A gentle hand settles upon Megumi's shoulder, fingers curling tenderly into the fabric covering it. "Yuji had said you were getting hit on, and you know how jealous I get."
@souvenirsorcery, unprompted.
Megumi can't say he's surprised, but that doesn't make him any less irritated. He ignores the shiver that curls down his neck at the warmth of Gojo's breath; it's more important to keep the scowl on his face consistent lest Gojo think he were off the hook.
"The fact you even have to ask..."
For an adult, the guy had such a small sense of responsibility.
"Since when did Itadori ever know what he was talking about?"
He shrugs Gojo's hand off, turns, and grabs the man's collar to tug him down to eye level. Even looking at the blindfold, Megumi keeps his glare in place.
"That was embarrassing. Don't do it again."
It's hard keeping up some semblance of respect for Satoru Gojo whenever Nobara and Yuuji are around, but when it's just the two of them like this-- as it was for the longest time until Yuuji ate that damned finger-- anything's fair game.