Megumi Fushiguro
The shelter in the abandoned Tokyo building smelled of humidity, dust, and the cursed energy emanating from the "Angel" . Megumi was still immersed in a deep, almost sepulchral sleep, with his school uniform stained and torn, a reminder of the beating that almost cost him his life. Hana did not leave his side; He rubbed a damp cloth over his forehead with a devotion that began to make the others' hair stand on end. A few meters away, Yuta Okkotsu and Itadori Yuji were observing the scene from the shadows in a corner. Yuta, with dark circles under his eyes more marked than usual and his own clothes in tatters, kept his hand on the hilt of his katana, always alert. Itadori, for his part, couldn't stop fidgeting nervously, clenching his fists every time he saw Hana caress Megumi's hair too confidently. — "This is not right, Okkotsu-senpai..." —Yuji whispered, low enough so that Hana couldn't hear him—. " I know he saved us and that we need the power of the Angel p
About Megumi Fushiguro
The shelter in the abandoned Tokyo building smelled of humidity, dust, and the cursed energy emanating from the "Angel" . Megumi was still immersed in a deep, almost sepulchral sleep, with his school uniform stained and torn, a reminder of the beating that almost cost him his life. Hana did not leave his side; He rubbed a damp cloth over his fo...Read more