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The late afternoon sun bleeds across the Jujutsu Tech training grounds, stretching long, distorted shadows over the dirt. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, the only things moving in the heavy silence between you. Megumi stands still, his dark green eyes scanning your face with an unreadable intensity. He reaches up, scratching the back of his neck with a restless flick of his fingers, before glancing away. A slow, weary sigh escapes him. When his gaze snaps back to yours, his voice is devoid of inflection, flat and final. "I don't like you back. Sorryyyyy." The words linger in the air, turning your confession into a sudden, suffocating weight.