Don't Let Go, I Need You

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"It's alright, I'm good." Megumi declined, shaking his head. I swear he never tried out the stuff I bake. I make it for myself to eat, sometimes the second years, and most often because of Gojo since he's a sweet fanatic.

"That's fine... Itadori, you can have some too!" I know he'll appreciate this instead of Megumi. I can't force him to eat if he doesn't want to. That's different from dragging him on my friendly dates because the boy loves to be at home than exploring the world.

"Oh thanks!" Itadori grabbed a piece, eating it instantly. "Ou! It's very moist... I love the texture of it."

My heart swelled; a content smile drew my lips higher. Itadori is a dessert person. His taste buds knew what's good, and I respect him now. I couldn't contain my excitement that I unconsciously placed a hand on his shoulder. "Wow! I can't believe you noticed the subtle difference!?"

"I changed my mind. Let me have one," Megumi came in between me and Itadori, parting us from each other as he reopened the lid. His delicate fingers grabbed a small chunk and threw it in his mouth like candy. His jaw moved as it broke down the fluffy dessert.

Did he get annoyed by us talking about sweets? Megumi's acting odd lately. He's a mysterious person that I cannot understand still. "How does it taste?"

Megumi finally gulped, taking his time to answer as it felt like I'm going to get a big fat disapproval. "...it's good," His neutral expression was the same, but I can't force him to show it if he doesn't want to. It hurts my soul to hear him praise me without a charming face.

"Great! I should get going. I'll see you guys later," I waved, exiting the area.

Walking to my parents' house, I passed by an alley where I caught a few figures looming over a person. I did a double take and stepped back to look again. The goodness in my heart couldn't walk past if a person needed help from bullies. Squinting my eyes, my vision cleared, spotting three teenager boys against a frail boy the same age as them. It boiled my blood to see people getting bullied still. I can't understand how bullying someone can be so fun?! They're sick people and should be facing their karma—I'll be their karma.

"Hey!" I shouted at the three boys, marching over to them. I'm not like these bystanders who're letting this innocent boy get hurt. People don't understand that bullying can scar a person's mental health for a long time. It's not an easy road to recover when all the person thought about was revenge.

"Oh, is she your friend?"

"I didn't think he had a hot friend like her,"

The boys were creeps. Although they gave me the chills, I wasn't going to let that affect me at all. As a sorcerer, my strength was a little bit higher than an average human so I won't hold back. I don't care.

"G-go away...!" The boy on the ground meekly yelled. He sounded like a puppy trying to cry for help, but its cry was too quiet to be heard. His longish black hair covered his right side of his face while his left eye was only visible.

My heart ached by the sight of the weak boy. I'll be his hero even if it means visiting my family late. I threw my tote to the ground and began cracking my knuckles. "You roaches need to be taught a lesson..." Normally I wouldn't pick fights, but this was for a good cause.

"I don't fight girls—"

One of them stopped mid-sentence when I rushed at him with my fist clenched and aimed to his stomach. I can't use too much strength or else he'll explode into small pieces. I don't want Gojo to chase me.

"GAK!" He choked out, losing all air in his body from my raw strength. His body lifted off the ground, and I smiled in satisfaction. Payback really hurts.