Megumi had enough

I've seen so many people ask if Megumi Fushiguro was a bully, and it's a question that always makes me pause. At first glance, with his serious demeanor and occasional bluntness, I can see why some might get that impression. He’s not one to shy away from a fight, and he definitely has a protective, almost fierce, side when it comes to those he cares about. But honestly, when I dive deeper into his background, especially what we know about his past with Toji, it paints a very different picture for me. That feeling of 'POV: Megumi is tired of Toji bullying him' truly resonates. It's not just about physical bullying; it's the profound emotional and situational torment that defined so much of his early life. Imagine being abandoned by your biological father, left with a half-sister who becomes your sole reason for living, all while navigating a complex, dangerous world. That kind of experience forces a person to grow up incredibly fast, to develop a tough exterior just to survive. It's a coping mechanism, not an inherent desire to harm or dominate others. From my perspective, Megumi's stoicism and self-reliance weren't signs of him being a bully, but rather the armor he built around himself. He had to be strong, not just for himself, but for Tsumiki. This pressure, this constant need to protect, often led him to make pragmatic, sometimes harsh, decisions. But his core motivation was always about justice and protecting the innocent, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He consistently puts others before himself, a quality that is the antithesis of a bully. I truly believe that any perceived 'bullying' behavior is a misunderstanding of his protective nature and the immense weight of his past. The scars left by Toji's abandonment and the burden of his lineage shaped him into a complex, often melancholic, but fundamentally good person. He’s someone who has endured significant trauma and emerged with an unwavering moral compass, even if he expresses it through quiet determination rather than outward displays of emotion. He wasn't the one dishing out the pain; he was the one learning to live with it and trying to prevent it from happening to others.