Pretty. || Fushiguro Megumi.

pretty. || fushiguro megumi.

↠ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

↠ words: 2.3k // warning: megumi melt mush prepare yourself

↠ synopsis: the three ways you find megumi pretty and the three ways you find out you like him and he likes you. (OR reader just staring at megumi’s eyelashes, hands, and mouth 🥹 and megumi going from 😐 to 😵‍💫🤭🫤)

↠ tags: fluff, v fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight crack at end

↠ a/n: (1) this fic is just me going on about how pretty megumi is sorry not sorry (2) i haven't written in a while/consistently hopefully this is coherent

fushiguro megumi is pretty.

pretty, pretty, pretty.

he is pretty in many and in all ways to you, but he is prettiest in three.

i. his hands are pretty.

the breeze that stirs the grass feels almost as light as your feet on the ground as you twist and turn to avoid being hit.

megumi is relentless with his attacks, and it is all you can do to avoid his shikigami. nue erupts into shadow just as you jump to attack it, and you land at megumi’s feet gracelessly, chin a millimeter from his boots and back hoisted into the air clumsily.

megumi’s brown boots recede from your vision and in their place appears his hand. for some reason, you stare.

well, no, not for some reason. megumi’s hands have always caught your eye. not in like a creepy, hand fetish kinky sort of way, but rather, because they look so contradictory to megumi as a whole. fushiguro megumi looks ot be anything but gentle, or careful, but his hands are exactly that. lithe fingers, soft nails, a considerate touch.

your eyes stray to his hands more than you would like. when he leans over to your desk and raps his knuckles on your table, signalling you to pay attention, you can’t help but think about how it would feel if those knuckles were trailing the skin of your cheek. when he waves you over, fingers swaying lightly, you can’t help but envision how his fingers would feel wrapped around your own. when he flicks yuuji’s forehead, fingers jutting out and retracting so fast you almost miss the movement, your mind can’t help but conjure up an image of megumi flicking those fingers in areas he maybe shouldn’t be flicking them in (okay so maybe you’re a little hand-kink-fetish-y but you blame it on the cursed energy constantly surrounding the school—hormones and feelings and pretty dark-haired boys have nothing to do with it).

megumi snaps his fingers in front of your face, and unfolds his hand. you grunt unintelligibly as you push yourself up and curl your fingers into your own. megumi pulls you up swiftly, and you only get to revel in the feel of his warm hand in yours before he yanks it away.

“why are you making a face like that?” megumi raises an eyebrow as you dust off your uniform, flicking away strands of wet grass and random clods of dirt.

“like what?”

“like the face todo makes when itadori runs away from him.”

“i am not making such a mopey face!”

“i’m literally looking at it right now. your face is all mushed up and your lips are pursed all weird.”

“fushiguro, you—!” you shove at his shoulder, and he catches your hand and does that weird curve of his lips that’s somewhere between a smirk and a smile, and your heart catapults in your chest, and oh no.

oh no is all you can think as megumi brings your hands down, letting go slowly.

oh no is all you can think as you start walking to school, warm digits brushing against your side.

oh no is all you can think as fushiguro megumi leads his way to the school and walks his way into your heart.

ii. his frown is pretty.

fushiguro megumi looks pretty when he smiles, but he looks prettier still when he frowns.

that’s what makes him special, you think, because he can make even a frown look as pretty as a smile.

maybe it’s that he’s always frowning a little, and maybe it’s because you like him, but his frown is just so pretty to you.

sometimes, you do things on purpose to make him frown.

when you hop on to yuuji’s back as yuuji jumps from tree to tree. a test of endurance, he calls it. megumi is on standby with nue in case the two of you fall and he frowns as you jump up onto yuuji and his arms come up under your legs. part of you hopes megumi is frowning because part of him is uncomfortable with yuuji carrying you like this (maybe jealous?), but part of you knows it is probably because the two of you are doing “dangerously stupid dumb shit,” as he put it. still, once you make it through in one piece, megumi tugs you a little farther away from yuuji and closer to him, and your heart does its catapulting again.

when gojo-sensei clowns around with you. which is almost always. you are the one who indulges him from time (he buys icecream after!!), and megumi hates it. gojo-sensei is always prattling on about something or the other, an arm swung around your shoulders as he guides you to the nearest konbini. he keeps on looking back though, and smirking, and you’re 99% sure it’s megumi because gojo-sensei loves to press his buttons. (you look behind once, quickly, and all you see are shadows like wild black strands.)

when you’re on missions and you always volunteer to go headfirst into danger, though megumi wants you to standby as support. it’s not that he knows you’re not capable (the incident when you moved into the dorms proves you more than fully competent). it’s that you know he only protects the people he cares about. and somewhere along the way, you had fallen into that category (the thought makes you warm). so you know why he wants you to stay behind. but you also make sure he knows why you can’t. because you also want to protect the people you love, and he is very securely in that list. and when you tell him this, not in those exact words, and he frowns and looks away, his nose red, tells you to stay near and stay safe, you think that’s when you realize how much you like fushiguro megumi.

iii. his eyelashes are pretty.

class with gojo-sensei is, quite frankly, a nightmare.

he’s all over the place, a twenty-eight year old bundle of boundless energy and annoying jokes. by the time class ends, you are too mentally exhausted with the chore of sifting important information from his rambling to think about anything other than the long, warm nap you’re going to take in the afternoon sun.

swinging the classroom door shut behind you, you yawn loudly as yuuji and nobara rumble past you. the latter is dragging the former down the hall, excitedly chattering about her next shopping conquests while yuuji throws out a confused or surprised “huh????” every two minutes.

you slog along behind them and just before they take a left to the exit, nobara elbows yuuji and both turn around and grin largely, holding their thumbs up.

you make your own “huh????” face and nobara snorts as yuuji clamps a hand over his mouth and they run off to the exit together, both chortling over something that will no doubt land you in trouble later on.

eyebrows twitching, feeling like an extremely large burden has settled itself on your shoulders, you trudge on, clueless to the hesitant footsteps that follow you.

having slept only four hours the night before (catching up to the attack on titan manga takes work!), your vision blurs as sleep-induced tears line your eyes. deciding to just push open the first door you see, you reason it should be fine since megumi is nowhere to be seen, nobara and yuuji are off planning your demise, gojo-sensei’s room is far away, and only first-years reside on this floor, so fuck it.

you ram your shoulder into the first door to your right, and the moment it swings open, you take two, three steps forward and promptly collapse on the bed.

and then you’re dead asleep, unaware of the the actual owner of the room standing behind you, red blanketing his cheeks.

when you wake up, the first thing you think is, oh my god wtf why does my bed smell so nice?

you’re lying on your front, hair covering your eyes so that all you can see is dark black and the white of the bed covers. and eyelashes, fluttering softly. they look pretty. and fluttery.

and wait, why can you see eyelashes? why are there eyelashes in your room?? eyelashes that definitely, probably aren’t yours??

you press two fingers to your eye roughly, wincing as you almost jab your eye, but no, yeah, your eyelashes are. right. there.

so what the hell are eyelashes doing near your bed??

if this is some weird sort of curse with pretty eyelashes, that is just wrong and it will die for daring to have eyelashes longer than yours.

you inch back slowly, lifting a hand to push your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb whatever thing is on your bed.

that thing, as your vision becomes unobstructed, turns out to be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.

fushiguro megumi’s head is somehow slanted across your bed, resting on one arm as the other dangles somewhere below the bed—in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position which means you should probably wake him (but not before taking a picture)—and he is sound asleep.

before you can melt into mush at the sight before you, a thought occurs.

what the hell is fushiguro megumi doing in your room??

a picture of two dogs catches your eye, and shock drums in your heart as you slowly observe your surroundings.

this is…not your room at all. this is megumi’s room! megumi’s bed??? megumi’s smell????

you feel like a fangirl embarrassingly, but you have quite literally died and gone to heaven.

you lie back down slowly, on your side, and close your eyes as you breathe in the clean, nice smell imbued in the bed covers. megumi’s smell.

megumi smells like the word “breeze.” he smells like cool mist and sun-soaked almonds and the faintest hints of wildflowers.

wistfully, you sigh and open your eyes.

megumi’s sleeping face greets you and a smile traces a path across your cheeks, unbidden.

megumi looks so soft. his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he breathes quietly, and your heart thumps in quick succession.

the same softness you see in megumi’s face swirls up inside you. you want to hug him or see him smile or just curl your fingers in his.

you want to kiss that space where his eyelashes meet his cheek so badly.

and maybe it’s because you’re still drowsy from sleep, or drowsy on affection, but you place a hand near megumi’s, and lean forward and press a kiss as soft as the boy in front of you. one to his left cheekbone, and one to his right.

just as you’re drawing back, those eyelashes flit against skin and megumi’s eyes open.

he slides his eyes open so smoothly it’s like they’ve been open all this time.

navy blue pools.

your mind is blank, so blank, and all you can think is pretty, so pretty, i want to just hold him, i like him too much, i want to kiss him, he’s so cute, i wish we could stay like this.

“stay pretty.”

the minute you realize what you’ve said, your face burns and the alarm system in your brain is ringing so loud you’re sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius can hear.

oh god, if gojo-sensei walks in, you will literally throw yourself off a roof.

“i will.” megumi nods, almost automatically, and then his face catches on fire.

and now there are two fools caught on fire staring at each other, and the room is burning.

neither of you know what to say, but maybe neither of you need to say anything. your nose is a centimeter from megumi’s and you don’t know which of you shifts forward but then you’re pressed against each other. and his mouth is on yours and his eyelashes are gliding against your skin and his hand is on yours. and you really are on fire in this cool, dusky, mist-scented room.

every press of megumi’s mouth to yours overwrites your brain with thoughts of i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you.

you pull apart, and megumi’s expression is as soft as it was in sleep, something you didn’t think you’d see while he was awake.

and as you stare at this soft, pretty, dark-haired, quietly loud boy in front of you, you can only think of one thing to say.

“i like you.”

megumi’s expression doesn’t waver.

“me too.”

“you like yourself too?”

“shut up, (l/n). you know that’s not what i meant.” he frowns that pretty cross between a pout and a scowl, and you smile as you lean forward to kiss it away.

fushiguro megumi is prettiest when he is kissing you.

//

bonus:

kugisaki nobara is nothing if not observant.

“that’s what you like to think, though. i don’t think that’s true.” yuuji is instantly smacked, and he whines as nobara marches him along to (name)’s room.

the room is empty, and the bed doesn’t look like it’s been slept in. or made. the covers are haphazardly thrown off and a whirlwind of objects makes its presence known in the room.

“must be from this morning when (l/n) was late.”

“when is (l/n) not late? c’mon, let’s ask megumi if he knows where she is.”

nobara marches yuuji down the hall again, and he follows obediently as she slams megumi’s door open. nobara shrieks, loud, and yuuji slides into her in his haste to see what’s wrong.

when yuuji sees what she’s looking at, his own shocked scream fills the hallway.

megumi’s hand is on your face, and yours are curled around the collar of his uniform, and your lips are dark.

“i knew it!! god, i told you, yuuji, i have an eye for these things!”

“fushiguro, are you DEFILING (l/n)????!!!!”

“i’ll kill you, itadori.”

“kugisaki, if you were rooting for me, why did you come in?!”

“hell yeah!! yaga owes me 300 yen, SCORE!”

“GOJO-SENSEI WHAT THE HELL??”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jjk boys when you open your arms for a hug;

a/n: lots lotsss of teasing from my favorite men.

* ˚ ✦ GOJO's eyes light up so fast as if they weren't bright enough, excitement glimmering in his blues, but believe me, he will try and take his time to tease the hell out of you. hands in his pockets, standing all smug and pretty, he leans his upper body forward so that his face is on the same level as yours, with a smirk so confident you immediately want to slap it off of his face but you just watch him as he pouts at you, "aww, my baby wants a hug?" and it makes you roll your eyes. your arms fall to your sides defeatedly, a sigh leaving your lips as you quickly turn to leave but you still hear his startled "hey, whaー no, wait!". satoru pulls you into him, closing his arms around you tightly and nuzzling his face into your cheek while you chuckle, "m'sorry, baby," he smiles widely, placing a loud kiss on your cheek, "hug me more." "be nice, 'toru." "yeah, sure, now hug me."

* ˚ ✦ TOJI gives you an unimpressed look, eyeing you up and down which makes you regret even thinking about doing this. he turns to face you fully before asking you a simple "what?" as if he didn't understand what you wanted from him. your arms shrink down slowly as you pout and mutter a small "nothing" before turning to leave only to be stopped by his voice, "nah, c'mon, pretty sure you were waiting for me to hug you." you turn around to give him a suspicious look only to see him with his arms open, eagerness bubbling in your eyes. he smirks, clearly amused, and closes his arms around you when you bury your face in his chest, squeezing him. what you don't expect is him squeezing you harder into himself, so hard in fact that you have to slap his back repeatedly to get him to stop with muffled calls of his name ringing in the air, "what, you wanted a hug, didn't you?"

* ˚ ✦ NANAMI thinks you look really cute; there's a small smile on your face as you bite the inside of your cheek and wait for his reaction. and if he's in mood for some teasing(which is something he discovered he likes doing only with you) he will definetly just stare at you. his face with a soft expression, lips threatening to stretch wider, while he just looks back at you, enjoying the way your cheeks start dusting with pink and you just can't stop yourself. "nanamiiiー" you whine and kento breaks, chuckling softly and putting away whatever he was doing before to stride over to you and envelope you in a hug. cupping your face with both hands, he kisses your cheeks and the tip of your nose, muttering about how cute and sweet you are for him, his heart warming when your arms squeeze tighter around his frame.

* ˚ ✦ GETO's eyebrows raise as soon as his eyes land on your figure. a grin stretches on his lips as he decides to not give in to the temptation; instead he opens his own arms, giving you a mischevious look. you shake your head at him and motion for him to come closer with your fingers but he ignores your request, doing the same. you smile at him with a tilt of your head, looking so cute he wants to smother you with kisses and never let go, and the urge is too strong for suguru to handle so he just playfully rolls his eyes and quickly steps forward to hug you, enjoying the way you squeal when he lifts you up. he purposefully lands a big smooch right in your ear, making you whine about the ringing, "ow, suguruu!" "sorry, baby, didn't mean to aim there." "i know you did." he doesn't reply, only kisses you on the lips.

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sashisu week on twitter day 4 - weekend outing

Here I lay

Still breathless

Just like always

Cw: fluff, kissing, hugs, snuggles, rain, crying, feelings of replacement, Toji being a lil oblivious, grief, mamaguro mentioned, toji's past, megumi is mentioned, reader is megumi's step mom, dissociation

You notice it. Even through his small touches and shifts of sudden grief, you notice. He tries to hide it. Covering up his cracked voice and wet sobs with strain before excusing himself. 

He doesn't like to cry in front of you - a part of you thinks it’s because he doesn’t want you carrying the grief of his own. But you’d willingly do it - if it meant he’d heal, you’d done it years ago. 

Sometimes you find him sifting through a shoebox of old photos - one that’s been covered in a sheer layer of dust, finger prints from the last time he’d pulled it from under his dresser still visible - drawn out lines rigid against the dust. 

He sits on your bed, going through each photo, stopping every so often to stroke at the pictured cheeks of his late wife. He rarely speaks in these moments - soft whispers of ‘i miss you’ and relaying memories of their son to the time-stained photos.

You never mean to see him in these moments; to break his trust in respecting the very obvious privacy he needs in these moments. Yet you still come to him, almost as if you’re being drawn there, as if he needs you. You know he needs you. But you’ll let him come on his own time.

It was raining when you’d come home from dropping Megumi off at his friend's house; he’d been talking about the sleepover all week, nearly too excited to sit down and fully finish his meals. 

The house was quiet, sounds of pattering rain rolling off of the slant of the roof and crackles from the fireplace echoing throughout the cold walls of the house. Toji’d been watching TV before you left, the living room was no longer filled with the obnoxious calls of whatever football game had been playing. 

“Toji?” you called, placing your purse onto the island. 

With no response, you waited. Closing your eyes and listening to the rhythmic rain and settling into the cozy warmth from the fire. As you rested into the soft quiet, a sharp creak came from the room above you. 

Quietly, you took off your shoes in the hall, pulling on your slippers, you made  your way up the carpeted stairs toward your shared bedroom. 

One of the double doors was split open, hesitantly you made your way into the bedroom. 

Toji was sitting on the bed again, the dusted shoebox at his feet. 

“...Toji?” you spoke softly. 

With a jump he turned to you, silver eyes rimmed with red and tears as he held a bundle of polaroids in his hand. He didn’t speak, just looked at you. 

“Are you okay?” you tried, stepping into the bedroom only to counter when he nodded, wiping away at his eyes. 

“Uh…yeah,” his voice was wet with sob, “Yeah…” 

You nodded, lips pulling into a frown at the sight of him, nonetheless you went to turn around and make your way out of the bedroom when he called your name. 

“Hey,” he looked at you, arm outstretched in the opening. “C’mere,” he motioned. 

Softly, you made your way over to sit beside him on the duvet, pulling your legs up to sit criss cross on the bed. 

Toji linked an arm around you, pulling you closer to him with a sniffle. You settled into the warmth of him, resting your cheek against his chest as he pulled a band of photos from the box, shuffling through the dated photos, stained yellow with age. 

He settled on a photo of the two of them in front of his house - your house, the house you live in and raise his son in. They’d just bought it, Toji and the woman were smiling deeply, a ‘Just Sold’ sign held on by both of them.

Toji let you look over it, handing it to you and moving to sift through the countless prints as you traced the pad of your thumb over the photo; the side gate was still a rusted brown and the house was still the same brownish gray as when they’d bought it. It’s like nothing had ever changed, as if she’d never left, as if you weren't there at all.

“This one’s from the bar we met at, we used to go every friday.” he handed you the faded photo and you felt your mouth run dry. It was the same booth Toji took you to every friday; you could tell by the rip that’d been made in the back seat of the booth, still there to this day.

Suddenly you felt very cold.

“Beautiful.” you whispered, tracing your nail over the couple’s smiles. 

“Yeah, she was.” Toji sniffled, petting your side as tears rimmed your eyes. “I loved her so much.” his voice croaked with a sob, silver eyes tracing over the woman’s features. 

You weren’t talking about the woman. 

“Oh,” Toji’s voice pulled you to look up as his voice broke, handing you the photo, “This is when ‘Gumi was born.” 

The photo looked new, as if it’d been taken only hours earlier. The woman held Megumi in her arms, looking at him in adoration as she swaddled him in her arms. You could feel the warmth from her. The tears spilled over your cheeks. 

Suddenly the rain seemed louder and you felt yourself begin to shake with cold. 

“She gave me the best gift in the entire world.” he rested his chin atop your head, looking over the photo. 

“I’m sure she was perfect.” you whispered, afraid if you spoke too loud you’d break into sobs.

You felt him nod against you, “Yeah, she was.”

Under his hold, you began to cry softly, nails digging into the fabric of Toji’s henley. With a sniffle, you shivered in his hold; the warmth of his body serving to only make you feel colder.

“Sometimes…” he sighed, massaging the skin of your hip, “I wish I could go back. I’d fix everything if i could,” He sniffled wetly, “Give ‘Gumi his mom back.” he grabbed another photo from the box

You wished he’d stop talking. 

“I know she loved him and you very much.” you spoke weakly, your voice filled with warble and cracks as he handed you the photo. 

The photo nearly made you gasp; an image of them kissing in the early morning, wrapped in the sheets of their bed and bundled together against the waking sun. 

You knew he hadnt meant to hurt you, he needed this. They looked so happy. 

“And I loved her too.” Toji spoke against the rain, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I wish she and I were given more time together.” 

He still loved her, that was okay. 

There was nothing but quiet for a moment, the rain served to fill the cold silence, the water seeming much warmer than the room as you ran the pads of your fingers over both of their faces; stroking the woman’s with a softness and gentle smile and Toji’s with a headed anger that even you hadn't noticed until you’d caught the reflection of your gaze in the black of the photo. 

He still loved her. The reminder of that had struck you - subconsciously you knew that much, he still loved her and it’d begun to haunt you; You’d see her in the light of the day, in the photos hung up in the hallways, you’d see her in the cold of night, in the reflections of yourself as you passed by the windows of the house.

There she stood, right beside you.

You’d often wish that one day she’d simply come knocking on the door. Maybe while you’re cooking dinner so when she comes in you can quietly pack and leave, letting the family reconcile and settle into the warmth of one another over a good meal, a meal you’d cooked. 

Your mind traced back to Megumi’s baby photo. You grabbed it from the pile of photos, looking over it again. Even though you’d raised him from before he could speak, taught him love and friendship, taught him to be fair and have patience and to only be good - because there were so many few good people left in this world - you were quickly reminded with a simple photo that he wasn't yours. That he’d never really be yours. 

He could call you mom and ask you to hold him when he cries, but he’d never be your son. 

“You okay?” Toji craned to meet your watery gaze. He ran a large hand over the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah,” You sounded confused, “Just…just thinking.” 

He merely nodded, but you knew that he knew there was more. He wouldn't press now though, that’s not how Toji worked. He’d wait until you were happy and had forgotten whatever it was that had bothered you and ask then. 

You wouldn't forget this. 

“I love you a lot, ya’know that, kid?” his voice lowered. 

You smiled against the soft quiet and hardened rain, letting the tears stream over your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip with a weak nod. “Yeah, I know.” 

Toji quickly turned you to pull you into his lap, pressing your head against his chest as you broke into choked and broken sobs. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, petting at your back and pressing his chin to the top of your head, rocking the two of you gently in an attempt to soothe your cries.

Your sobs and the rain seemed almost in one. As if the rain grew harder with every cry you gave, as if the rain was the only one who knew how you felt, yet you’d never felt so alone. 

“I love you so much, Toji, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into the fabric of his shirt. 

“Shhh, honey, I love you too.” he pressed a kiss to your temple and then your lips, stroking your wet cheeks and letting you settle back into his hold again, “I love you, sweetheart.” 

But he still loved her.

And you’d still be a passenger. 

Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks - unknown

Satoru & Suguru

stsg found family dump!! holds this au close to my heart