Itadori Yuji glanced at Fushiguro Megumi once more, but the latter remained glued to the pages of his book as though they held the meaning of life. For all Yuji knew, they probably did—that would explain why Megumi was always so composed. His dark lashes were lowered as his eyes darted back and forth, scanning the contents of page after page. His face was near expressionless with a look of concentrated calm that Yuji could only hope of reaching. After all, wouldn't knowing the deepest secrets of the universe make everything else seem irrelevant in comparison, and thus unworthy of dramatic reactions? That sure would explain how the man was so damn composed all the time. Unlike Yuji himself.

Just as Yuji began to swirl ever deeper into his existential crisis, Megumi finally deigned to look over. Yuji perked up, sitting straight. Maybe now they would get to do something a little more exciting? But as he fixed his posture with a slight pop that didn't sound nearly as healthy as it felt, Yuji realized that he had only just now stopped shaking his leg. Ah. Megumi's raised eyebrow confirmed that it had been the rampant limb which had interrupted his reading, and not a desire to switch tasks. Shame. Despite the beautiful scenery, Yuji found it difficult to enjoy.

Screwing his mouth over to one side of his face, he leaned forward over his sketchbook once more. He was the one who'd asked Megumi to come along to the botanic garden in the first place, after all. Megumi had not a floral bone in his body, and yet he'd come anyway upon the request of his best friend. And this was fun. Except for the part where, finally free of distraction and given a moment of peace to sketch, Yuji's brain decided that it was going to divert its attention to anything but completing his botany assignment. Which was due in two days. Which meant that he needed to finish it. Now.

Yuji sighed. He stood up. He stretched. He sat back down, only to get up again a moment later as though he'd sat on a tack. This was impossible, and he was getting nowhere. Yuji turned to Megumi to tell him that maybe they should get a snack, or walk around, or do literally anything else, only to find that Megumi had already bookmarked his page and was rising from the bench that they had been sharing.

"Coffee?" Megumi asked.

The words had barely left Megumi's mouth before Yuji chucked his things into his backpack and took off running. Now Megumi sighed, too, as he placed his book into his satchel. The plot had just started picking up again, but it was impossible to focus with Yuji's wildness overflowing from two feet away. It was just as well, though—at least Megumi had something to look forward to tomorrow, when he'd be alone. Yuji was getting dragged out someplace by Gojo-sensei, and Nobara had a major shopping expedition planned.

Now standing, Megumi had a second to stretch before he saw Yuji come running back. Megumi smiled, then, with a puff of air escaping his nose in amusement. It had taken Yuji long enough to realize that he'd run in the direction opposite of the garden's café. Yuji slid to a stop in front of Megumi, with barely a hitch in his breathing to show for his efforts. Yuji smiled sheepishly before turning towards the right direction, this time. Megumi started walking as his friend fell into step beside him, and they followed the path to caffeine and sugar.