[ He isn't lying when he says that, though? At least, he doesn't think that he is. Megumi considers it for a second before he responds to that. When he associates 'dating' with kissing and having sex, it makes him slightly nervous and doesn't feel like something he really needs in his life. However, when he thinks about being with someone, settling into a comfortable routine, spending the rest of his existence - however long in Hell or when he returns home - with them in that union and sense of 'Home', it's not bad. He doesn't mind it. Actually, to be completely honest with himself, it sounds really nice.
But it also feels unobtainable, so he isn't going to bother considering it.
He's about to further deny Yuuji's assumption, but when he looks up he notes that the boy has slipped away, eyes wide and ridden with fear, his palm clammy. Megumi steps closer, worry in his eyes. Yuuji has his full attention now, and he gives their fingers a squeeze, running a thumb over the boy's calloused knuckles. ]
Itadori --
[ It feels like his words aren't reaching him, like Yuuji is caught in a curse Megumi cannot see or understand, and it's terrifying him. It's not often that he sees Yuuji so affected by something, and Megumi's developed a sensitivity to the other boy's emotions. Yuuji is a boy who can look at objectively horrifying scenes, fight horrific and evil beings, with no apparent sense of fear and only the belief that he can what he needs to. That's why when Megumi sees him so panicked, he's driven to intervene. He has to bring him back somehow.
It's not usual for him, but Megumi tries something new - he initiates a more intimate sort of touch. It's hard to explain where this had come from, but perhaps the concern he feels had mixed in with his own personal affection. He reaches out, patting the other boy on the pink hairs of his head and sliding his long fingers down to the side of his face, angling his chin so they make eye contact. The touch is gentle and the affection behind it cannot be mistaken. ]
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But it also feels unobtainable, so he isn't going to bother considering it.
He's about to further deny Yuuji's assumption, but when he looks up he notes that the boy has slipped away, eyes wide and ridden with fear, his palm clammy. Megumi steps closer, worry in his eyes. Yuuji has his full attention now, and he gives their fingers a squeeze, running a thumb over the boy's calloused knuckles. ]
Itadori --
[ It feels like his words aren't reaching him, like Yuuji is caught in a curse Megumi cannot see or understand, and it's terrifying him. It's not often that he sees Yuuji so affected by something, and Megumi's developed a sensitivity to the other boy's emotions. Yuuji is a boy who can look at objectively horrifying scenes, fight horrific and evil beings, with no apparent sense of fear and only the belief that he can what he needs to. That's why when Megumi sees him so panicked, he's driven to intervene. He has to bring him back somehow.
It's not usual for him, but Megumi tries something new - he initiates a more intimate sort of touch. It's hard to explain where this had come from, but perhaps the concern he feels had mixed in with his own personal affection. He reaches out, patting the other boy on the pink hairs of his head and sliding his long fingers down to the side of his face, angling his chin so they make eye contact. The touch is gentle and the affection behind it cannot be mistaken. ]
You're fine. Keep focusing on me.