middle of somewhere

Megumi is like a rain of snowflakes; he’s like the touch of moonlight against someone’s skin, like the slow and soothing pull of the ocean’s waves into the dead of the night. He’s like a fire burning and licking at everything that it touches, and Itadori is willing to turn his bones into ashes. Or, they spend their winter holiday in Gojo's mountain cabin. Itadori spends most of the time trying to figure out his feelings.