[ memories of Tsumiki are ones he guards fiercely like a dragon hoarding treasure, and every so often, they plant their own seeds of ideas. this moment is brought to fruition by the reminiscence of his older sister reaching for his hands every time they left the nearest library (to save on energy bills, water bills, necessities like toilet paper...), her soft exclamation: how do you keep your hands so warm, Megumi?
apart from that, he has no idea if he actually runs warm. he knows his memories are colored strongly by the nostalgia and wistful regret that skews his perception for everything else, and it wouldn't be unlike Tsumiki to praise him for something he doesn't deserve to be praised for. next to Itadori and Kugisaki who always run so warm - as if their physiology is a direct representation of their personalities - he might just be painfully average.
but he thinks his senpai won't end up minding anyway. especially when his chuckle's already got Megumi feeling a lot warmer than he normally might be. (he's not the one that usually makes people laugh; it feels especially good when it's Yuuta.)
thankfully, his hands do turn out to be a lot warmer, and the spike of genuine concern has Megumi's brows furrowing for a second as his own fingers curl - and squeeze. it's enough of a distraction for the tracing over his skin to settle into graceful realization. he startles, recovers - swallows as he meets Yuuta's knowing gaze. ]
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apart from that, he has no idea if he actually runs warm. he knows his memories are colored strongly by the nostalgia and wistful regret that skews his perception for everything else, and it wouldn't be unlike Tsumiki to praise him for something he doesn't deserve to be praised for. next to Itadori and Kugisaki who always run so warm - as if their physiology is a direct representation of their personalities - he might just be painfully average.
but he thinks his senpai won't end up minding anyway. especially when his chuckle's already got Megumi feeling a lot warmer than he normally might be. (he's not the one that usually makes people laugh; it feels especially good when it's Yuuta.)
thankfully, his hands do turn out to be a lot warmer, and the spike of genuine concern has Megumi's brows furrowing for a second as his own fingers curl - and squeeze. it's enough of a distraction for the tracing over his skin to settle into graceful realization. he startles, recovers - swallows as he meets Yuuta's knowing gaze. ]
Only for those I care about.