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I never thought I'd end up in a bickering match with Megumi Fushiguro in the middle of a shibuya alley. But here I was, shouting something ridiculous about how he couldn't even summon a simple shikigami without getting distracted. Megumi stood there, arms crossed, brows furrowed as he shot back that I couldn't even make a proper cup of coffee. Gojo was watching us, leaning casually against a wall, looking like he was enjoying our little show.

This was turning into a complete circus. Megumi insisted I was "probably the worst sorcerer in this world." I countered that he couldn't handle a basic spell unless it came with a user guide.

 At that moment, I may have mentioned how he reminded me of a cat that couldn't catch its own tail. Megumi's face turned bright red. 

Gojo chuckled, saying it was the most fun he'd had all week.

I mean, there was no way I was backing down. I challenged him to summon his best shikigami. He said he'd summon it after I made him a proper cup of coffee. I nearly laughed. I made a ridiculously over-the-top promise to make his favorite cream-filled latte if he won. He rolled his eyes, clearly ready to prove me wrong. But just as it was starting to turn serious, Gojo interrupted with a grin. "Why not just settle this with a rock-paper-scissors match?"

"GOJO NOT THE TI-" I cut off Megumi.

"Yes great idea." I grinned as I knew he sucked at it.

After some back-and-forth, we all agreed. So there we were, battling not with curses, but with our hands. In the end, it was the silliest fight I'd ever had, and as we all erupted in laughter, I realized that maybe arguing with Megumi wasn't so bad after all.

Never mind it was bad. I got the dreaded silent treatment.