just say when

greater than us

 Megumi was a man of few words. Having been practically abandoned along with his sister at a young age, he had to learn that no matter how much he could have begged and pleaded with the world, the gods— whoever fucked up his life so bad, no words would be enough to assure safety and security for his sister and him. So, his words instead became actions, and his silence became his shield.

When a tall, white haired man approached him with claims about his family, his indifference protected him from the anger and humiliation of admitting that he was left behind, or worse— been left as a pawn for that said family. Still though, when the slightly obnoxious and tone deaf man offered him an out— a way to care for him and his sister— it dawned on him that his silence wouldn't be enough, so he acted.

That's why when Satoru Gojo, the man who'd supported him, trained him, seen him, approached him with an odd request—

"Fu-shi-guro! Mind babysitting my sister tomorrow night?"

Silence— it was thick and it was awkward, and something told him that his beguiling professor knew just how insane he sounded. It was likely the tense yet still somehow nonchalant grin on his face that gave him away. The raven haired boy's mind seemed to roll like a slot machine, thoughts upon questions upon more questions popping up. But Megumi was a man of few words, so he kept his ever straight face and simply asked—

"Sister?"

It was a hushed, long-winded explanation within the safe confines of an empty training room. Gojo explained how his sister always had a watchful eye on her. Given her brother's status as the Six Eyes, as well as his ranking as the powerful sorcerer he was, information regarding her existence was strictly under wraps.

"Aren't you the.." Megumi's words trailed off as he saw the cocky, expectant smile spread across Gojo's face. He stared at his blindfolded eyes blankly, slowly blinking twice. The older man tilted his head and wagged his eyebrows in a, 'go on' sort of way. With a curt sigh, the boy continued, "Aren't you the strongest sorcerer out there? Who's gonna be dumb enough to mess with your sister?"

"Cooorrect you are, Fushigoro. Ten points to—" the professor paused suddenly, cocking his head with an inquisitive finger on his chin as if analyzing the boy in front of him. "Ravenclaw? Slytherin? Whatever—"

Megumi sighed, wondering how long he had to be subjected to this before he could go back to his own quarters where he could revel in the shock of this news in privacy.

"Well you see, she's not a talented curse user like yours truly—" Gojo bowed dramatically before frowning. "—I seemed to have taken all the good genes for myself. Poor thing, just the shadow of her dear, old—"

"Can you get to the point?"

The professor deflated like an old, sad, birthday party balloon. He straightened to his full, staggering height, suddenly serious.

"The point is she can't protect herself if someone finds out she can be used as leverage against me, and that's not a chance I'm willing to take."

Megumi thought back to his own sister, and how he was sure he would have done everything in this power to make sure she was safe. The burning hole of regret loomed in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her— how awfully he'd spoken to her in the seemingly short time they had together. She was all he had— that is until recently. He'd give anything for her to wake up one more time to make it up to her.

He'd take her to all the fancy and dumb restaurants his professor and friends had dragged him to over the years. He would let her drag him into stores and walk around with her for hours only to poke fun at her excitement. He'd do it all if she was just given a chance.