Creak.
"Megumi!"
?
This was...?
The morning sunlight shone across Megumi Fushiguro's cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in the hideout they had set up outside the Tombs of the Star Corridor.
After Xuan made the communication equipment, only the two people who had volunteered to stay behind to protect Tengen remained inside the Tombs of the Star Corridor. The others could still return, but they had decided to stand guard outside instead.
"Itadori...?"
Megumi recalled what had just happened. Maybe it had been a dream? But being so vividly trapped within someone else's domain still left him confused.
Then there was the "evidence" Higuruma had presented.
"..."
Megumi pressed his lips together and looked at Itadori before him. He remembered what had happened in that dream. It had felt so real—so...
So real that he could not face the boy in front of him.
"Itadori..."
Hm?
Itadori turned around and softly replied, seeming puzzled by Megumi's words. The smile on his face, bright as a little sun, was swiftly consumed by darkness before Megumi's eyes—it was as though he had returned to how he had been that day in Shibuya.
"I'm sorry."
Watching Itadori's face darken, Megumi immediately lowered his eyes. He did not dare meet the other boy's gaze. He only opened his mouth, but the words that came out felt like red-hot iron pellets, as though they would scorch and burn the mouth that could talk its way through anything.
What was this?
You were only saying sorry now?
After making me bear so much blood debt alone... after shamelessly asking me to save you—
You were only apologizing to me now?
Thud!
Thud, thud!!
The repeated booming sounds jolted Megumi Fushiguro awake from the illusion. The illusory scene shattered around him. Sweat had