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Bold!Assistant Manager Ijichi Kiyotaka Headcanons

We all know Ijichi’s personality, our beloved Assistant Manager. Dedicated, protective, hardworking, loyal, and calm. But poor Ijichi, he gets nervous easily if a problem arises. Would he ever get bold and confident in himself? Let’s see how it goes.

👔Bold!Ijichi who stands for himself when Gojo teases him. “Gojo san, I believe I still have paperwork to finish as well as you have a meeting with the higher-ups in 5 minutes. You better hurry up to be on time. Good luck.” Ijichi confidently informs Gojo, leaving him gaped in shock.

👔Bold!Ijichi asks Nanami to have dinner together on a weekend. Until the last time, it was Nanami who insisted on paying the bill. Ijichi would get so flustered and shy to turn down such generosity. This time is different. “Nanami san, I would like to invite you for dinner this weekend. Excuse me, I insist on paying the bill this time. If it suits you, please accept my invitation.” Ijichi ends his words with a respectful bow. With a warm smile, Nanami replies before bowing back “my pleasure, Ijichi san.”

👔Ijichi never asks for help. He would rather stay for HOURS to find the solution for an issue or search for a missing paper. Ijichi doesn’t like to involve anyone in his chaos. One time, Bold!Ijichi asks Nitta if she has some free time to help him fill out some minor papers. “Thank you for letting me help out, Ijichi san.” Nitta informs Ijichi after receiving the paperwork. As the nice man he is, Ijichi brings a treat for her the next morning as a payback for helping him.

👔Everyone at Jujutsu High knows that Ijichi is forbidden from fighting. Whenever he passes by the students training with Gojo or Nanami, Ijichi is captivated and reminisces over the old days as a student. At long last, Bold!Ijichi gathers up his courage to ask Gojo to be in a fight with his first-year students; certainly under his supervision. Gojo is reluctant to accept, but one fight won’t hurt, right? Gojo announces to his students their new, one-fight-only partner for the day, specifically fighting with Yuji against Nobara and Megumi. Yuji is thrilled after such an announcement. Bold!Ijichi takes off his glasses and jacket to get ready alongside Yuji.

I love the moon because it resembles you

Fushiguro Megumi x jujutsu student!reader

Synopsis: reader comforts Megumi after Shibuya arc and the culling game

Warnings: manga spoilers❗Angst to fluff 💫 I might have some grammatical mistakes because english isn't my first language

The moon looks unusual tonight. I sometimes wonder if it's on our side or a cursed spirit's work. What if the moon was formed by hatred and doesn't stand for anything we think about when looking at it? I miss the moon when it's away and want the stars to comb my hair and reassure me that the world's okay...even though deep down I acknowledge that it isn't.

Nothing will ever be the same after that halloween night in Shibuya. We've lost so much and even a part of ourselves. Sensei is sealed, Nanami is dead just like Naobito Zen'in. Itadori is on the run, Yuuta- san is searching for him and Inumaki-senpai is down bad...let's not mention Nobara now.

Oh Gumi I miss you so much. You're trying to survive and have so much on your shoulders. You're the leader of your clan which I know you despise. You've lost your one and only father figure and your friends are scattered around the universe. I am sitting next to you but cannot say a word. You look so peaceful but you're not who I knew before. The same hand is wrapped around my waist and the same head with spiky hair is resting on mine but you look at the world with different eyes and talk to us as if you let us down. I wouldn't change a thing about you. Tonight it's just you, me and the moon.

"Say it.", he murmurs while closing his eyes and takes a deep breath. What a fool am I to think that he doesn't know me better than I know myself? We sat on a staircase so close to one another that I could hear his heart beat and breath tickling my ears.

"I was just thinking how we got here. I know you don't enjoy hearing it but I worry about you a lot Gumi. You carry the biggest burden and try to save everyone. You're a good person Gumi, better then most but you need to stop limiting yourself by thinking that you're not. I love you a lot and I cannot stand seeing you look at the moon like that because you don't want to burden me with your talk."

I know that he wants the truth. That's why I didn't hesitate to tell him everything I thought of. Megumi is hiding and succeeds in letting others think that he's an emo guy with no perception of any feeling. But that's no who he is. He saved Itadori, he saved people at Shibuya and still he thinks that it's not enough.

"Tsumiki is still not safe. I will not rest until the game is set and done. I need to find Itadori and get her out -"

That's when I turned around and held his cheeks, caressing them with my fingertips.

"Not without me. You're not getting rid of me that easily Mr. Grumpy."

" I'll agree to that- ow, don't hit me"

The sound of giggles filled the air. Seeing him smile took everything in me not to kiss him.

He was my idiot, hot-headed loverboy.He was the one that assembled his shikigamis when we were lost. The one getting injured for me not to get hurt. He was the one who got shy after asking me out and needed the help of Nobara and Yuuji to prepare everything cause he didn't have a clue how love works out

" We will make it and then we'll leave this place. I promise you that. I don't want to think about the end or how it will end. I'm not the most optimistic person in the world. But whatever it is we'll get through it together. I will hold your hand and you'll hold mine, right?"

To hear such words from him was unusual. His blue eyes correlated with the moon and a beautiful shade appeared before me. I wanted to talk to him about the moon but it was late and I didn't want to ruin the moment. I hummed to him and hugged him tightly. He did the same and kissed the top of my head so softly that I almost didn't feel the tingle. I felt the moon wink at us. That's when I knew that I loved the moon so much because it resembled him. It couldn't have been bad. His eyes turn soft once again. They are not foreign but a friend singing I love you, I love you, I love you. (If you get this reference we're friends now)

" Wanna head inside. It's cold and Maki-senpai will be searching for us.", he said.

I nodded and squeezed his hand once again. I am here. You're not alone...because just like the moon has the stars, you have me by your side on all those countless dark nights of march.

I turn around and bid the moon a farewell. He turns around and the tips of his lips rise. The three of us were one.

You

me

and the moon alone

are the ones that are going to defy the world's evil.

Thanks for reading everyone! I'd be glad to get some feedback because writing is something I'm passionate with and would love to improve. Have a nice day💫

Oh Dear Diary

▪︎Featuring: Fushiguro Megumi from Jujutsu Kaisen

▪︎Pronouns: they/them [Gn!reader]

▪︎Synopsis: While battling a special grade curse, you didn't expect for your plans with megumi to be put on hold— for the next life.

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Character death

note: I HAVE HAIKYUU FICS COMIN BUT I NEED TO WRITE THIS AAAA (THIS IS INSPIRED BY A SONG I HEARD ON TIKTOK and the edits of megumi and yuji tho I made it a x reader cuz I SIMP) this is also supposed to be short but i got carried away woop-

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Oh dear diary, I met a boy.

Taking down this special grade curse is a pain in the ass, you were already injured and the hits you were able to land seems to have little to no effect at the creature.

You cursed as you looked around, the other first years are also occupied so you couldn't ask them to help you. And the fact that there's no back up.. This feels like a suicide mission.

The curse swung at you with full force making you fly against the walls. You gasped, trying to gulp in air as your insides sear with pain. The impact was strong and you can feel your wounds getting worse. At this point, you were out of commision and can't fight anymore.

"Y/N!"

You heard the distant shout of Yuji as he rushes to help you. He sceunched his brows as he inspects your severely injured state while Nobara tries to keep the curse busy. You feel a familiar gaze lingered at you with worry, of course you couldn't help but stare at him. He was your whole world after all.

He made my dull heart light up in joy.

Everytime you spent together felt like you were on cloud nine. Those blissful memories are forever engraved in your mind. From the way his touches lingered on your body that sends shivers down your spine, and to the way his shy smile would present itself when you both are the only ones around. Time seems to slow down when you're with him. He was your home.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Megumi." You mumbled, tracing his face as the both of you basked in the sunshine, as he was about to protest, you silenced him with a kiss.

"Stay with me Y/n!" Yuji yelled, trying to apply pressure to the deep wound on your side. You patted his cheek as you stared at him, "I'll be fine Yuji.." you meekly said and started to cough out blood, splattering it onto the concrete.

Megumi finally finished the other curses that he's been fighting and looked at you both as he assesed the situation. "I need you here!" He called out to Yuji as he started to advance to the curse that rendered you immobile.

Anger and anxiety was all he felt as he continued to fight the special grade curse with Yuji and Nobara beside him as you watched from the sidelines. This shouldn't be happening, they weren't supposed to be here, this all feels eerily familiar with what happened to Yuji when he died.

A sad smile went it's way on your face, you knew at this rate that it will be impossible to flee and get medical attention. You stared at him, trying to retain his features in your mind as your memories with him filled your head, all the good and bad ones.

Oh dear diary, we fell apart.

"We prohibit you from seeing Fushiguro Megumi again."

The sentence weighed heavily against your shoulders as you stared at the elders of your clan. You wanted to retaliate and defy them but you couldn't do much, you were just a kid in a tradionalist clan. Who would take you seriously? You need to prove yourself first.

"May I ask why?"

One of them scoffed, clearly displeased with your question as the other one cleared their throat "He had cut ties with the Zenin clan. We can no longer benefit from him." They announced, you felt anger slowly rising in you as your elder brother looked at you with worry. You can feel your parent's warning glares from the sidelines, silently telling you not to do anything rash and scandalous.

"Therefore we arranged a marriage with Kamo Noritoshi, the heir of Kamo Clan." Your father announced.

The sentence made you want to pass out. No, you didn't want this. You ony want to be with Megumi.

If only the both of you were normal kids. Not worrying of you're gonna live to see another day and to battle strong opponents.

You kept your head down, hair covering the emotions etched on your face, almost acting like a shield to hide your vulnerability to the nasty people around you.

"And if we ever get a word that the two of you are still acting foolishly, expect something to come in your way." The head of your clan announced, standing up and leaving along with the others. Your brother hesitating to leave you behind but being forced to do so.

Eversince that day, no matter how hard you try to approach your former lover he seem to avoid you. It turns out, they tormented him to leave you alone.

It made you furious and left the clan which caused a major uproar.

"You have contributed nothing but shame on this clan. Pathetic." one of the elders said with a menacing glint on their eyes.

You ignored them and proceeded to walk out of your old life and start anew.

With your love.

You were brought back to reality when you saw them exorcise the curse succesfully. You smiled as tears fell from your eyes.

"Y/n! Don't worry, we'll bring you to the nearest hospital and you'll be better!" Megumi yelled as he cradled your body in his lap. You smiled and shook your head. His eyes were filled with unshed tears, trying to deny what's going on as he shaked his head.

"I can't loose you. We promised that we'll live happily right?" He whispers, tucking the stray hairs that frame your face.

It seems that you'll just fulfill it in the next life.

You grabbed his hand along with your blood coated one, you gave him a squeeze. Sending a message through your eyes.

I'll wait. Don't worry.

Megumi's cries were the last thing you heard before closing your eyes. You hope that someday you were able to live a peaceful life alongside him.

Welcome to the life of, L/n Y/n.

Literally nobody asked for this but what about Toji folding you into a mean mating press so he can fuck you full of cum? Think about it…

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･

You’re not even sure how it got to this point—your plush thighs pressed to your chest, poor, drooling pussy stretched obscenely wide, and your pretty lips gaped in incredulity—all while Toji is unforgivingly pile driving into your sloppy hole over, and over, and over again, fucking you with his entire being, a fat thumb pressed to your ravaged clit. The deranged man has you in a fucking mating press.

“Talk to me, doll,” he’s muttering between the relentless batter of his hips, leaning down to kiss the corner of your wet, parted lips, his ears perking curiously at your choked sobs of rapture, “use your fuckin’ words n’ tell me you love my cock,” he’s so close, the tip of his large nose brushing yours, warm breath fanning your lips, “say it.”

“Nngh—love it… I love it—hah… love it s’muchhh!” Your eyes are crossing while you babble incoherently, sweet tongue lolling out as he fucks you into a stupid, drooling mess. “Love your c-cock s’much, Toji baby… always fuck me so good… s’fuckin’ good!” You’re slurring over yourself, only hoping that he’ll make sense of your broken jargon.

The dopey, languid grin that slowly mars his scarred lips is nothing short of sinful. Time and time again, he always manages to get you like this—so slutty, so mindless, so fucking stupid for cock, yet somehow, he thinks you look prettiest this way. Just like this. In fact, he wouldn’t have it any other way—have you any other way.

“Heh, yeaaah? You loveee takin’ all my fuckin’ cock, don’t you, baby?” His head is cocking to the right in query, the merciless thrust of his hips steadily bullying his fat cock deeper and deeper, the leaking, mushroom tip kissing your battered cervix. “Bet you’d die without it, huh? Can’t live without being fucked so deep like this every fucking day can you, baby?” He doesn’t miss the way you shake your head dumbly, lust-stricken eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head. A gruff, humorous chuckle slips past his lips as he admires your drunken mien. God, you’re such a pretty, fucked-out mess for him. “Always get so stupid for me, look at youuu… such a pretty, obedient girl for that cock. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you, doll?”

You nod, of course. There isn’t a line you wouldn’t cross for this man, a rule you wouldn’t break, a boundary you wouldn’t bend, because if there’s any word to sum you up faultlessly, it’s obedient. Yet, your obedience strays far beyond simple compliance and abidance. Instead, you’re somewhere else—somewhere so far gone, so depraved, that you’re positive you’re only a shell of your former self. Now, you’re something of Toji’s creation, his perfect, handcrafted slut whose only purpose is to take, and take, and take. But is there anything more fulfilling than being his good girl? More consummate than feeling like you belong? Like you’re good enough to be his? At what point does it become obsession? Does it even matter?

“Fuuuck, open that pretty mouth fa’me.” He demands, creeping a large, calloused hand allll the way up, up, up your tummy, past your kiss-bitten breasts, and toward your face to roughly squish your flushed cheeks, rudely forcing your mouth open. “Wider, doll… say ahhh.” Not a second thought passes as you nearly unhinge your jaw for him, lolling out your tongue, waiting patiently for whatever he’s willing to give.

Toji begins gathering saliva in his mouth before leaning closer, puckering his scarred lips, and spitting onto the plush center of your tongue. Two, thick digits are sliding into your mouth, all the way down the slick muscle, forcing his saliva impossibly deeper. The cruel, bewitching grin that plays his wet lips as you gag around his fingers has your poor cunt weeping in arousal, drooling down the girth of his cock.

He spits into your mouth once more for good measure before leaning down to catch your lips in a sloppy, haphazard kiss. You hardly register the warm, eager tongue that bullies its way into your mouth, licking and tasting you from the source. You’re beyond delirious as you feverishly kiss him back, whining so sultrily as a sinful stream of his saliva dribbles from the corners of your swollen lips and down your cheeks, staining your pretty face.

You can’t do anything but take him, all of him—his tongue, his cock, his fingers, his spit, and soon, his cum. After all, it’s what you do best—what you were meant to do all along. That’s why Toji fucks you the way he does—because he knows it’s the only way you’ll ever be satisfied. A tender kiss is never enough, nor is the simple act of making love. You yearn for more—to be fucked, to be destroyed and ruined and defiled. What better man to do it than Toji Fushiguro?

“Hold your legs up f’me,” two, rough hands are searching for yours, hooking them behind the back of your knees, “yeaaah that’s a good girl for daddy, hold ‘em up just like that, baby, fuuuuck… want you to feel allll of me—all of my cock inside you. Gonna cum so deep in that pretty pussy, doll. You want that? Will that satisfy your needy little cunt?” A prolonged hiss of pleasure drags from his gritted teeth as he reels his hips back slowly, “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum… you want a baby? Want me to get you fuckin’ pregnant?” He babbles mindlessly while harshly pummeling his heavy hips forward in staccato, fucking himself impossibly deeper, his full, swollen balls repeatedly striking the fat of your ass.

“Mhmm—yes! I need it, I need it! Fuck fuck fuck, please, Toji baby… need your cum,” you’re head his rolling from side to side while you pant like a bitch in heat, arms growing fatigued as you stretch yourself so wide for him and only him, “pleaseee cum inside, wanna be a mommy… wan’ your babies!” Your delirious eyes search for his, eyebrows furrowing in nothing but your overstimulated pleasure.

A sinful, guttural groan drags from the depths of his chest at your filthy words of encouragement, cock twitching so lewdly against your sticky, beckoning walls, wordlessly threatening to fill you up. “Yeah? Will that make my nasty girl happy?” You can only nod meekly as you hug your knees to your chest, sweet mouth gaped in pleasure while you moan so prettily for him, waiting like a patient, obedient slut for his cum. “F— fuuuck, I’m gonna cum s’muchhh n’ yer gonna take it all, you hear me?” He’s stifling an onslaught of gutteral moans that threaten to spill from his parted lips, “Mhmmm—fuck, you gonna take it all? You gonna take all of my cum like a good fuckin’ girl, hm? Like my good lil’ slut?” Toji huffs out ragged breaths between his feral groans of rapture, heavy thrusts growing haphazard and sloppy as he pummels toward his orgasm.

A helpless, “Please…” is all you can manage—a weak, pathetic plead but then, you feel it.

An incoherent, slew of profanities tumble past Toji’s lips as he fucks several, viscous gushes of cum inside of you. His usual timbre voice hoarse and ragged, breaking so sinfully as he stuffs you full, yet still, his bucking hips never falter. Obscene rivulets of his seed drip from your overfilled cunt, pooling beneath your bodies in a messy little puddle. Eventually, he wills himself away, slipping out of your poor cunt, but only to swipe two, deft digits along his stray seed on the sheets, gathering his release to fuck it back inside of you, ensuring none of it goes to waste.

“Look… you’re so full of me, doll,” he drawls in a low, tantalizing hum, pulling his wet fingers out of you to show you proof—his thick fingers dripping in his own cum, “you gonna clean me up?” He grins wildly, flashing his cuspids at you.

Duh.

The lake house cont where Toji’s helping us w an*l?? Plsss💜💜

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 3 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : the lesson’s with megumi’s dad continue but this time it seems Toji has other plans for you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : pwp, cumming inside, oral (male receiving), Toji teaches reader anal, cheating (toji’s married), pet names like: sir, sweetheart, darlin’, good girl

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is part 3 of 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 fic but can be read as a stand-alone

Part 1 | 2 | 3

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I had been in my final year of Jujutsu Tech when I realised just how far I could push my body’s limits.

How far Toji could push my body’s limits.

I had also realised I gained a certain infatuation to the man, affection dare I say. He would care about me like no other boy would, albeit he punished my body more times than I could count but I never complained.

I felt as if I was indebted to him after all the lessons he had taught me with his cock, all the long steamy and sleepless nights at the local lake house. A secret no knew but us, not even his wife.

And the post-sex bliss I felt after coming down from a high, wrapped up in his arms as he lay on his back with a single cigarette in his mouth balanced by his other hand, just like right now.

It was moments like this that made me feel worthy, beautiful even. After being worshipped even after being thrown about on the sheets like a broken rag doll, I still felt worthy.

Turning my head towards him as my hand drew circles across his well defined chest, nothing but a simple white blanket lay limp across the bottom half of our bodies I asked “𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘳?“

Releasing the cancerous smoke he previously held in, I could only just catch his response, “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧’𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬“

I always sought his approval, the words that led me to strive for perfection each time, that led me to relax my throat as he pushed more of his cock further in, which trained my body to orgasm one last time for him even if I was incredibly overstimulated. It was all for him, his approval.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 － 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵?“

Of course I was up for it, I always was. No matter what he asked of me I’d do it, just for him.

If only I could swallow my words.

Except the only thing I’ve been swallowing for the past 15 minutes has been his cock － lubing, preparing him he said.

For what I wasn’t sure, he kept it as a secret － wanting to surprise me for how good I’ve been for him.

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 － 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭“

his thick meat worked its way further and further down my throat, forcing me to gulp and swallow around him. That only allowed my throat to massage his cock even more, as if my body was priming itself to please him without my mind even playing an active part in it.

“𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’．．．“ Toji grunted as he shifted his weight and stood back, waiting for me to follow his command.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶．．．𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦“

Even though I loathed to leave his cock so soon, the smell of sex already wafting from the man was carried with me as I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back ready for him.

Toji followed me, almost like a predator hunting down it’s prey before surprising me by setting us up in a sixty-nine position before spreading my legs apart, taking the treat that he had demanded.

I didn’t have to look to know that his cock twitched and pulsed purely from the smell of sex I gave off.

Toji loved to remind me how sweet I tasted as his tongue lashed down against my pussy as he teased my folds, his own excitement mounting more and more with every passing second.

He was in his element, eagerly lapping at my pussy, teasing his tongue over the fat nub of my clit, my lips sliding over the head of his cock. I sucked him down, pushing my head up from the pillow, though he couldn’t quite see what position I was in.

The moment dragged him in, deeper and deeper, sensing tension easing from my body, my legs spreading apart a little more to welcome his tongue into the treat of my pussy. Even though all he wanted to do was to mount and breed me over and over, to work his cock and spear every inch of his powerful cock into my wet heat, he had to ready me too, taking his time to make sure that my body was primed and prepped.

His hand started working it's way down my body until it reached my pussy as he rubs slowly up and down my wet slit before pushing his fingers into my wetness. I spread my legs further as he pushed his tongue and fingers deeper, twisting them and making me hold back a groan. My fingers dig into his back and he slips a third finger inside me, clearly searching for my g-spot. Finding my special spot, he massages it hard, so much so that I could feel my juices flowing onto his palm and he knew my need was hightening.

Parting from my cunt and resituating himself in front of me on his knees, it felt as if he was worshiping my body. “Put your hands above your head sweetheart, and leave them there. Can you do that f’me?”

As I followed his command, Toji slipped his fingers from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and void. His fingers dripping with my juices, he reached around and rubbed them over my tight ass, feeling me squirm a little. Realising what was about to happen, I quickly closed my legs and lifted myself onto my elbows, staring at him in worry yet I’m sure he could see the mix of excitement.

"It's okay love....trust me" He whispered.

Hearing his reassuring words I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving my body to him, reminding myself this was all part of the lesson, I was being taught. I could feel Toji pushing a little harder and slowly felt his one finger entering my ass, stoping every now and again to allow my ass to adjust. When his finger was as deep inside as it could go, he stayed still for a moment before slowly pulling back, easing it from my tightness, then pushing in deep again. Slowly my body relaxed more and more as he started to pump his finger faster and harder into me, when he felt me accepting his finger with no resistance, he started to slide a second finger into my ass, making me gasp and stiffen for a moment before relaxing again. His fingers in my ass made my pussy flood with juices as I felt them running down over my ass, lubricating it and allowing him to fuck my ass with his fingers with such ease. Suddenly a third finger joined, pushing into my ass as I cried out at the sudden pressure deep inside me, at the same time I felt a sense of need I had never felt before and lifted my body from the bed trying to take more of his hand inside my stretched ass.

"ohhhhhhhh...i want you to fuck me Toji!”

Hearing my plea, Toji knew my sense of need was ripe and the passion in my soul was his for the taking. Slipping his fingers from my drenched ass he rolls onto his back, allowing me to quickly climb onto him, kissing him as my hand directs his hard cock into my dripping pussy, sucking him in. I slammed my lust filled body down hard, feeling his hard cock spreading my tight cunt wide and filling it.

His hands around my waist steadying me. I lift my body and slam it down again hard, forcing his cock deep inside me, making it pound against my cervix, my juices flowing over his cock. I reached down and dug my nails into his chest, surely leaving marks as my body fucks his cock harder and faster. Throwing my head back I cried out to him...

"Fuck me!...FUCK me hard, make me cum!”

Listening to my screams, Toji quickly put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from riding his cock any firther and holding me still...

"I’ll cum in you love" He said, looking into my lust filled eyes.

"But I’ll cum in your tight ass"

My eyes widen at the realisation of his huge cock going into my tight little ass, it couldn't possibly fit into that tiny hole...but I trust him and knew I had come too far to back out now...besides, I needed relief so badly.

He pulled his cock from my hot cunt and runs his fingers over my slit, gathering my juices on his fingers and rubs them over my ass, making it slippery and lubricating, prepping it for his cock to enter easily. Making me bend forward, he placed the tip of his cock against my ass, holding it there for a moment then pushing up gently.

“Relax, don’t tense your body, it’ll hurt less — more pleasurable for you if you ease the tension from your body darlin’ “

I felt the tip of his cock opening my ass slowly, then gasp as it slides in further and holds it still as my ass adjusts, feeling the resistance of his massive cock easing. When he felt me relaxed again, he pushes down on my shoulders, forcing his hardness deep into my ass in one quick movement.

My hands grasp at his chest once more and a shrill scream emanates from my gaping mouth with my head tilted back as a sharp intense pain flows through my impaled body, every nerve in my body feeling the pain of my ass being stretched to the limit. Toji held me still for what seemed an eternity, then slowly starts to pull his cock from my ass, when it was almost ready to slip from my ass, he pushed me down again.

"Now sweetheart’...ride my cock, start slowly and increase as you relax...I want you to make me cum in that dirty little ass of yours"

Feeling his cock pulsing in my stinging ass, I whimpered and started slowly moving my body up and down. He reached down and found my swollen throbbing clit and began to rub it hard and fast. I began to ride a little harder as my body relaxed and my desires grow, his cock sliding in and out of me faster. Leaning back I felt my need to cum quickly taking away any traces of the earlier pain I had felt, taking his pounding cock deeper into my ass and revelling in the feeling of having something so big jammed into my ass.

Feeling his cock swelling impossibly more inside me as I rode him harder, the feeling of my orgasm starting to take over my body making my ass tighten around his cock. The only sounds were skin on skin and the continuous groans and sounds of pleasure.

With a grunt Toji begins to explode into my ass, filling it with his hot cum causing me to cum harder than I had ever cum in my life...both of us crying out loudly as our bodies merged as one.

Finally letting my body flop down on Toji’s chest, I could hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his breathing coming short and sharp as he ran his fingers gently up and down my back. He let his cock slip from my ass and rolled me onto my side beside him, holding me tight to his side until my body stopped shaking from the immense pleasure.

"Did you enjoy your surprise darlin’?" Toji asked, looking into my eyes and seeing my contentment.

"How could I not" I answered with a grin and kissed him softly

Kissing the top of my head and pulling me closer, he let out a gruff chuckle,

“Something else you can check off your list”

—

Part 1 | 2 | 3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 2: I’m sorry this took so long 😭

# - 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆?

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Imagine begging Megumi to cosplay your favourite character Itachi and he flat out refuses, like he doesn’t even give it any thought which makes you walk off in a huff and pout on the couch.

And he just watches you from the kitchen (you could practically see the clogs turning in his head). Later on he sits next to you with his body turned away while he searches up that character you were talking about earlier.

The next day you come home from work/class but Megumi’s nowhere to be found until he walks out the bathroom wearing an Akatsuki cloak and fixing his headband while your jaw has dropped to the floor.

Seeing your expression made him shift in his spot while he fiddles with the fabric of his cloak,

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘐. . .”

You would’ve jumped his bones then and there if it wasn’t for the insecure look in his eyes “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦”

“𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵”

It’s safe to say he did fuck you. With the cosplay on.

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: this was just a quick drabble but I might make this longer 👀

— 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

7: 00 𝘢𝘮

# - 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Gojo watches from the sidelines as his son gradually falls in love with you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : kids romance, gojo being the best dad!

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The first time Gojo noticed you was on the platform of Kyoto Station. It was time for another school year so he was there to drop young Megumi off at the station which would lead to his new primary school.

“Do you have everything with you?” Gojo asks his son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When he doesn’t get a response back he looks at Megumi who stared off at something amongst the crowd.

“‘Gumi?” He tries again to catch the 6 year old’s attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform was busy with people, all wishing their children luck on their first day so it was difficult to see where Megumi’s eyes were trained. But as his father, and no-less possessing the six eyes, he knew exactly what had caught his attention.

Slightly further down the platform, Gojo caught sight of you standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who were also there to drop you off. That was the first time Gojo saw you. He didn’t know who you were, but he had a feeling that, with a little coaxing, he would later on.

“‘Gumi, pay attention to your father!” Gojo whined at his son, causing Megumi to turn his attention back to the kneeling man. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Gojo gave him a smile, “I was just making sure that you had everything with you and that you don’t forget about me okay?” He pouted before hugging him, much to Megumi’s refusal, just before the platform announcement came.

Megumi just rolls his eyes in response and makes his way on the train. Gojo turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same, delivering one last goodbye before boarding the train, flashing a big smile towards Megumi beforehand. Gojo can’t help but smile when he notices a red hue staining the boy’s face.

Gojo waved enthusiastically at Megumi who sat at a window seat, hoping he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in school - unlike last year.

The end of his first day came and Megumi prepared himself as he made his way off the train “‘Gumi!” Gojo pushed himself through the crowd, passing other parents as he bee-lined towards Megumi, “I missed you my little mochi!”

Megumi whipped his head towards the white-haired man barrelling his way towards him, a grimace on his face when he’s practically to the ground.

“How was your first day? Did you get into any trouble? I don’t want any calls from your teachers again!” Megumi seemed to curl in on himself, embarrassed by his dad’s constant pestering.

Halfway through his rant Gojo noticed the far away look Megumi had as he stared at something or someone behind his crouched figure.

Turning around he noticed you stood not too far away, giggling and failing to hide your smile as you watched Gojo fuss over the young boy. Turning back to face the raven-haired boy he had to try and contain a smile of his own as he watched the way Megumi tried to hide his small body behind Gojo’s.

Y/n, that was your name. At least that’s what he heard through the boisterous crowd not too long ago. Maybe it was time to let Megumi go, figure his own way in the world.

The next time Gojo chooses to embarrass Megumi was sports day. While Megumi was sat cross-legged on the field with his team, Gojo was behind the fence with the other parents cheering obnoxiously loud.

He even took it upon himself to wear a custom shirt with Megumi’s face plastered on it with the words: meGOmi. And if it couldn’t get any worse, you had walked up to him earlier and commented on how ‘enthusiastic’ his dad was.

So when it finally came to Megumi’s turn during the footrace Gojo couldn’t help but practically scream out Megumi’s name and a few words of encouragement.

“You can do it my sweet Megumi! Remember the bet I have going on with the other parents! IF YOU DON’T MAKE THAT FINISH LINE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE NEXT MONTH — I HAVE A REPUTATION TO HOLD UP!”

This caused Megumi to hide his face in the collar of his top, hiding from any prying eyes and especially a pair of honey-brown ones.

Of course Gojo couldn’t contain himself when he saw this and continued with his uplifting words, advocating himself as Megumi’s personal wingman, “Do it for your girlfriend!”

This caused Megumi to trip over his own foot, face-planting and resulting in a mouthful of dirt as he kept his eyes to the ground-now blown wide in bewilderment, too shocked to hear the whistle signalling the start of the race.

Even at the end of the race, Gojo continued his pestering as he made his way over to the boy, “how could you do this to me ‘Gumi?! Do you know how much money I put on you - oh hey, isn’t that Y/n?”

Whipping his head up Megumi made eye contact once more with your warm ones walking his way.

“Y/n! Did you see my Megumi? I think he needs some encouragement huh” smiling up at the 6’2 man, you failed to keep a small giggle to yourself, “he’s still a winner to me”

A bright red blush spread over the boy’s face at this, his eyes focusing anywhere but you. Walking closer towards Megumi you planted a quick peck to his cheek, wishing him luck on the next race before making your way back to your own team.

“If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is”

But it didn’t end there. Gojo had planned to visit the shop’s later that afternoon, wanting to grab a hold of some limited edition mochi he kept going on about.

But for some reason the now 8 year old Megumi stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching his dad grab his keys and wallet, “what’s up ‘Gumi?”

He shuffles in his spot for a moment, “Can I come with you?” Megumi quietly asks, his voice small and almost silent. Something Gojo is not too familiar with. Megumi never liked joining Gojo when he went out, according to him it takes too long.

“…Is this where you finally admit that you want to spend time with your ever-so-loving father?” Gojo boasts with a hand to his heart. Of course though, Gojo knows all too well that there must be a reason for his son to suddenly want to join and it definitely wasn’t to spend time with his dad.

Narrowing his eyes at the small boy, he probes further, “What’s the occasion?”

“…does there have to be a reason?” Gojo sends his son a questioning look, which causes Megumi to realise that his father knows him all too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly admits.

“Oh do you now? And for whom is this present for exactly?”

Megumi flusters at this as he wrings his hands together, “…for y/n”

Gojo smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about - well, unknowingly that is. Ever since that kiss two years ago, he’s mentioned your name numerous times. So many times that it feels like Gojo practically know you.

Megumi always finds a way to include your name in things whether it being the food he’s eating coincidentally being your favourite, noticing a figurine advertised on tv which you happen to have a keyring of on your book bag, or how the laundry detergent reminds him of you every time you pass in the halls. Little things that he himself doesn’t notice he mentions but Gojo sure does.

Which led to where Megumi found himself now, trailing after the over-enthusiastic man to find the perfect gift for you. “I want it to be special” Megumi reminds the older male, sighing as he walks out from yet another store.

“Y/n must be special huh, the way you put so much effort into finding something special for her” Gojo stuffs his cotton-clad hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he slows down to match the steps of the gloomy looking boy, seemingly deep in thought.

“I’d be happy with a bag of Mochi honestly”

Megumi deadpans up at his father, “Good thing it’s not for you then huh” he pauses for a second before continuing in a smaller voice,

“I just-I feel… this just has to be different okay?”

Gojo just smiles down at the boy, a distant look on his face, knowing all too well what Megumi was feeling.

“Eight year old’s these days”

The next time Gojo saw you was at Jujutsu High, now 14 years old. Gojo hasn’t had the pleasure of teaching you at the school yet since you were placed in a separate class to Megumi, much to both of the boys dismay.

You and Megumi were sitting on a bench, clearly close with the almost non-existent space between the two. The way you two were laughing together at something the other said caused Gojo to slow to a stop. He couldn’t help but stare, a face of longing as he gazed at the two teenagers.

When was the last time he had seen Megumi laugh let alone smile? He couldn’t even hug Megumi without some sort of complaint along with a futile attempt at wriggling out of his hold.

Gojo couldn’t miss what he never had but he sure could hope, and damn the heavens; this was what Gojo had always hoped for, to see his son happy - he deserved to be happy.

Gojo was stood not too far away from where you both sat, unknowing of the emotional man staring.

That was until Megumi turned his head towards where the sorcerer stood. Megumi’s eyes widened, shock clear in his eyes at seeing his dad watching on.

Swiftly, Megumi makes his way towards him, “what are you doing standing there for?”

“Ah Megumi! Just reminiscing” Gojo greets his son, “I was just passing, got a meeting with the higher-ups, I’m probably late anyway” he scratches his head as he discreetly hides a paper bag, no doubt filled to the brim with sweets, behind his back.

“And you must be y/n!” Gojo says as you catch up with Megumi, now standing beside him. “The last time I saw you was when you kis-“

Quickly slapping a hand over the sorcerer’s mouth, Megumi was quick to interject, “kissed the ground! When I face-planted aha, remember that? Funny huh?”

Gojo just smiled behind the boy’s hand, deciding he’s teased him enough.

Although he doesn’t fail to notice the silver necklace around your neck. The same necklace he and Megumi went to look for as a ‘Christmas present’ for you. You still wear it, six years later.

A few months went by after that, Gojo had been patrolling the dorm hallways making sure everyone stayed where they were supposed to instead of sneaking off when he suddenly collided with a small figure barrelling their way down towards the girl’s dorms.

Looking down he was met with your worried eyes, “I’m so sorry sensei! I know it’s past curfew- I was held up but I’m on my way to my room now!” You rushed out.

Gojo shines up into a smile right away, clearly happy to see you, “Ah L/n~ Don’t worry about it, I’m no prude like that old man” he waves off.

As he says this Gojo looks down to see a plastic bag you were holding in your right hand. Noticing where his stare was directed you offered an explanation, “I went to buy some things I was running out of in my fridge, I was held up in a queue which is why I was running behind curfew”

Breaking out into a wide grin, Gojo more than happily replies, “Ah you really are wife material! It makes me so happy that my little ‘Gumi finally has someone he likes this much, honestly he’s starting to give me a headache with the amount of times you’re brought up” Gojo jokes but stops as soon as he catches the expression on your face.

“Megumi likes me?”

Gojo, by reflex, slaps a hand over his mouth. He really thought that Megumi had already told you. Something he expressed he was going to do one night weeks ago.

“Ah… so I see he didn’t tell you”

That night Gojo paced his friend’s room (or so that’s what Gojo calls him), waiting for the dreaded sound of a notification to pierce straight through his heart.

“Sit down”, came the bland tone of a certain blond, “worrying won’t solve anything”

“Maybe if I circle fast enough I can create my very own whirlpool which’ll suck me in, never to be seen again”

At this, Nanami placed his newspaper neatly on his coffee table before leaning over to grab the nearly forgotten cup of coffee. “This shouldn’t come to a surprise to Megumi, you can never keep your mouth closed”

“You know what, you’re right Nanamin! I’m not worried-why should I be? This was meant to be weeks ago-weeks, how was I to know any different?”

“So the fact that your phone is practically vibrating off the table doesn’t worry you?” Nanami hides his smug smile behind the rim of his mug.

Virtually diving for his phone Gojo rushes to open the message, prepared for the worst,

“I guess the letter was good news?” Nanami asks from the smile Gojo has plastered on his face.

Winter came later that year, Gojo was inside straying away from the cold outside. Opting to gather more wood the rack near the back door he caught a glimpse of something whizzing passed the window before hearing a muffled ‘hmph!’

Peering through the window Gojo caught sight of Megumi lying on his back with a face full of snow, making no movement to get back up.

“Oh my god, Megs! Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Gojo heard the muffled laughter of his son’s girlfriend as you made your way over to lend a hand.

This didn’t quite work in your favour though, soon joining the boy on the snow covered ground and laughter filling the air, “I am now that you’re down here”

Not even the sun on this beautiful morning was shining as much as the smile on Megumi’s face.

Just like before, Gojo stared off, a peaceful smile on his face. This was definitely more than just puppy love.

He knew from there on that Megumi would be okay, as long as he’s with you.

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I saw this pic of baby megumi on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : i finished re-reading asoa and now i can’t get this outta my headdd

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…megs would be so intrigued by you!!! He’d wonder how you became a jujutsu sorcerer if you’re deaf - how could you hear curses? Weren’t you in more danger than normal?

He’d feel oddly…protective over you, wanting to keep you safe. He’d honestly chalk it down to brotherly love (yes he’s that dense). He’d start spending more time around you than any of the others and would gradually start picking up on your habits -

He’d notice that you take your shoes and socks off to feel the vibrations on the floor from the music playing, he’d catch you practicing your vowels in the reflection of the fridge door and he’d notice the concentration on your face when you fix your eyes on people’s mouths to catch what they were saying.

You’d both become closer over time after his confusing protective nature over you - holding you back before you collided with someone, standing tall behind you if someone picked on your speech, he’d even ask for things for you when you both went out.

After a while megs would still feel slightly distant since you both still had trouble understanding each other so imagine his surprise when he opened his dorm’s door one night to find you stood there with an old damaged notebook and pen.

Shocked even more when you explained you were there to help him with sign language, the scraggly little notebook filled with small doodles of hand signs with notes beneath in explanation and what they meant. His heart almost soared at this, you were so caring, so kind enough to have done this for him.

Eventually megs would start sneaking over to your dorm at night to help you with your pronunciation in exchange, claiming it was only right to return the favor…

Which would lead to megumi sneaking over to your dorm at night with your notebook in hand and snacks in the other which would usually lead to you forgetting about the lessons, instead choosing a movie or two.

The other’s would often notice megumi walking around with his eyes glued to a ruled notebook sometimes even catching him signing with his hands.

^ This would actually lead to megumi automatically signing when thanking or asking for something before catching himself (even when you’re not around).

But then came the pounding of his heart and clamminess of his hands, the contradicting thoughts and the freshly sprayed cologne on his neatly straightened uniform as he packed everything he’d need before making his way to your dorm which, in a way, started feeling like study dates without the studying.

The nervousness he’d suddenly feel around you would cause him to mumble and fidget with his hands which wasn’t good since you were constantly switching back and forth from his mouth to his hands.

You’d begin to feel like there was a slight rift between you two since megumi had picked up a habit of constantly mumbling and fidgeting but then at some point out of the blue you’d both be on a walk through kyoto when you feel a tug on your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

Turning around you realise megumi had something on his mind by the way he was playing with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. He’d just stand there for a minute before raising his hands and signing with both his hands and mouth, ‘let’s be a couple’ while he nibbles his lips.

megs would start to panic from the lack of response and the look on your face only worsens his worries thinking he’s either been too forward or worse - it’s one sided.

But his worries quickly melt away when he sees the smile gradually take over your face before signing AND pronouncing ‘finally’ just the way he taught you.

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 (2) : i’m kicking and screaming rn -

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

Hi! For your JJK fluff event, could I request dialogue prompt number 5 & number 15 for Megumi Fushiguro?

♡ - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : (dp 5) “apparently everyone has a bet going that we’ll get together” + (dp 15) “I’ve loved you for years”

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂/𝐖 : f!reader, third person at times, short lil thing

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : sorry this took so long but this is probably my favourite concept lol like everything you listed!!

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Looking at one of jujutsu tech’s most powerful sorcerers, we often forget that he’s just a boy. Specifically, a young 15 year old who’s seen more in his life than any one of us will see in our lifetime.

Yet here he stands in the hallways of his school surrounded by the hushed whispers of his classmates bouncing from the corridors walls. It’s a regular occurrence, always revolving around some poor soul and often not having a clue either.

So it doesn’t exactly faze Megumi to hear the quick spread of whispers and passing of phone screens as their eyes dodge around the school’s hallways nor does he even notice.

But he couldn’t care less, not when the sight of you barrelling your way through the sea of faces knocking past idle students with your bag almost twice the size of your own body consumed his thoughts. The way you looked so pretty in the obligatory navy uniform, your hair pulled back by the usual Sanrio clips you insisted on always wearing and that pretty white smile you threw his way that always made his heart pick up.

His stern frown and eagle eyes weaken the tiniest bit, even his crossed arms loosen as he takes in the sight of his best friend, nearly cracking a small smile at your futile attempt of slowing to a stop - nearly knocking other students down with you.

“Megs!” Just his name slipping from your mouth caused his heart to pick up pace.

As soon as you made it within a few feet of him you practically dived into arms, Megumi already prepared with his arms held out after years of this almost daily “tradition”.

“I missed you!” Megumi could’ve sworn his face was red by the sheer burning sensation running through his cheeks when you tilted your head to look up at him, “I saw you not even two days ago?”

You almost shy away from the stare of Megumi. So much so nobody would think you’ve been friends for almost six years now. You send him the tiniest toothy smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a flick of your head not wanting to release your hold on him.

Megumi’s left cheek quirks up in a smile, nearly going unnoticed if it weren’t for the entanglement of limbs you both had wrapped around the other.

It seems cliche to explain it as them both being in their own world but they both interacted like they were. A bubble circled around them, an impenetrable one that only onlookers can look into.

Which is exactly where Nobara and Yuji found themselves, staring from the sidelines clearly unnoticed by the two, too immersed in the conversation - or teasing was more appropriate.

Y/n rests her chin on Megumi’s chest, looking up at him as he continues his teasing. She lifts a hand to brush the insistent stray hair from her cheek before he quickly snatches up to hold whilst he fiddles with the fabric of her uniform with the other.

He leans to mumble something to her, easily making y/n laugh light and bubbly, eyes crinkled at the corners. Then she turns, body pressed closer to his, lips to his ear to whisper something back. Megumi’s laugh comes out as a small rumble, his eyes a brighter viridescent.

“Do you think…?” Yuji’s voice cuts through the scene playing out in front of them, causing Nobara to flick her eyes back and forth from the pair to her friend.

The idea isn’t exactly far-fetched, it kind of made sense actually. The way Megumi was always stiff and cold until you bounce into the room and his posture would completely relax, or the way he holds his drink as far away from anyone as possible to avoid sharing the same straw and “cross contamination” as he put it but if you asked? He wouldn’t even blink twice.

Just simply the way you held each other in the halls was enough to start the clogs turning in everyone’s heads.

It’s not impossible right?

“How much you putting down?”

The quiet rushed whispers of the first and second years were being passed back and forth. The five students all huddled around the pink haired boy’s desk in back corner of the dimly lit classroom.

The energetic panda replied without hesitation, almost as if he had been waiting for that very question all day. “1,800 yen and a pack of kataage!" Everyone in the room stared at the towering figure of a six-foot seven panda bear with a near copy of a deadpan face.

“What are you guys doing?”

The black haired boy stood with his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he faced the other students with a confused expression adorning his face.

He was tall, with a shock of inky black hair falling haphazardly across his forehead, and pale skin that seemed luminescent against the darkness of his locks. His expression betrayed confusion but also determination as he stood before a sea of students; his hands stuffed deep into pockets creating an atmosphere suggesting social unease. Even so, there was comfort in the familiar pensive pose which only served to add further dimensions to the picture this young man presented - strength inside uncertainty.

The cracking of everyone’s necks could almost be heard in the silence of the room as they whip their heads towards the intrusive voice.

“Ah - Megumi, what are you doing here?” Yuji held a tight lipped smile, eyes wide in faux ease, trying to take attention away from the small pile of trinkets and yen splayed out on his desk only hidden by the backs of Maki and Toge.

“It’s a classroom? One we’ll be using in five minutes? You didn’t hear the bell?”

Megumi’s voice was laced with confusion with a hint of his usual sarcasm as he slugged his way towards his chair, the strap of his bag slowly slipping down his shoulder by the time he reached the old desk.

Reaching into his bag to retrieve his headphones to listen the voice message you sent not even two minutes ago he stopped midway slouched over his bag and slowly turned his head towards the multiple pair of eyes burning holes to the side of his head before they hurriedly averted their eyes elsewhere, finding the walls conveniently interesting.

It became a routine at this point. A low buzz began to float through the halls, a sea of whispers bubbled and eddied around him, their hushed voices buzzing in his ears like bees. At first it didn't bother Megumi much; he was used to the odd antics of his classmates but as time went on, the murmuring only got louder and more frequent until they followed him everywhere he went: an ever-present reminder of whatever strange thing people were saying about him behind his back.

The whispers seemed to follow him, during lunch as he sat opposite you while you rambled on about your day while the constant buzzing and passing of whispers caused his eyes to train around the cafeteria, or even as he leaned against your locker waiting for your class to finish only to feel the burning stares of passer-bys.

“What’s wrong?” Drawing his head back towards your voice Megumi noticed the worried look you held, “Hm? ‘m fine”

You however didn’t seem too convinced at your friend’s answer, “You sure? You seem a little spaced out?”

“Yeah jus’, have you noticed the weird stares we’re getting?” Megumi’s eyes flitted over the halls as he said this, suddenly conscious of the other bodies in the long corridor.

Megumi watched as you scrunched your eyebrows in thought and darted your own eyes across the stretch of land before they landed back on him.

“Aren’t they always like that?” You had a point, there was always something happening in Jujutsu High whether it be a bad breakup or a rumour of someone having a crush on another.

But Megumi unsurprisingly liked to fly under the radar, not caring for silly rumours and gossip or whatever they heard down the grapevine.

If he was honest Megumi never really noticed it before, always too absorbed in your own antics. Too focused on you.

Even now as he slugged his way towards the joint kitchen, thinking about the way you looked so cute earlier that day under the mountain of layered scarfs and jackets you had on, along with the small swipe of red across your nose brought on by the chilling temperatures outside.

Barely even passing over the threshold, he heard the familiar high pitched laugh of his best friend.

“There’s absolutely no way! I have this in the bag!” Peaking his head round the corner, he caught sight of the mop of pink hair shaking his head adamantly.

“You sure about that? Have you seen the way those two look at each other?” Nobara practically launched herself across the coffee table, slamming down the amount of yen she found suitable while the others watched on in silence.

“A week max!” He heard the overenthuastic ginger continue, he could already imagine her leaning back, arms crossed and a smug smile planted on her face.

Megumi felt a twitch at the back of his mind as he reached outwards with invisible force from within the shadows of safety and dipped his feet into this unfamiliar environment. He poked his head round the corner of the open arched doorway, quickly identifying the two figures surrounded by the second years.

Yuji shifted in his spot, seemingly unsure of Nobara’s confident words. “How do you know? It could take up to a month for all we know”

“You heard Nobara right? Just standing in the same room as those two is enough to make you feel like a third wheel” quickly followed Maki’s voice before placing her bet at the centre of the table where everyone collectively placed their own.

They were betting? On him? On you?

“How do you know they’re not already dating huh? I mean, we never actually asked right? And they seem pretty close” Panda’s words caused a beat of silence to travel around the group, quick glances and shared thoughts passed round like a game of Chinese whispers.

“Okay new bet, place your money down now if you think Megumi and Y/n are already smackin’!”

Megumi’s eyes practically popped out at this, quickly diving back into the cover of shadows where he attempted to calm down his racing heart by clutching onto his shirt with great strength.

They thought you were dating? Were you really that close to give the impression of being together?

The never ending thoughts seemed to plague Megumi’s mind for the next week, his body unconsciously aware of every passing move you made and his ears automatically tuned in to every breath you let escape.

Now acutely aware of the inescapable eyes from idle onlookers, Megumi seemed hyper-fixated on every detail and move you made. The way your eyes would double in size at the mere mention of your favourite show or the happy dance you never failed to do as soon as the tangy taste of orange slices he specifically cut for you hit your tongue or even the way that said orange burst in your mouth and dripped down the plush skin of your lips as if waiting for an unsuspecting ki-

“-gumi!” The sweet sound emanating from the girl he sat opposite to came as a shock to his system, not realising his mind slipped away as his attention focused in on the concerned expression you held.

“You’re doing it again” he almost wanted to laugh at the small pout you gave him, clearly not happy at having to stop midway from explaining your new weekly fixation to him.

“Sorry, ‘m just a lil’ distracted is all” he grumbled out in his usual less energetic voice. But this didn’t deter you, it would a lot more than that to brush you off, he should know after-all.

Titling your head to the side, a confused expression adorning your face, you didn’t even seem to think twice before asking, “distracted? Why, what’s wrong?”

Your questioning made the poor boy stumble, not quite sure what or how to answer without coming off like a fool, so he tried the subtle approach.

“You haven’t noticed the stares?” He barely mumbled out as he let his eyes wander the large open space of the cafeteria.

“I’ve never seen you so concerned before” gravitating his eyes back to you once more, he witnessed an emotion he never thought he’d see adorn your usual jovial face - hurt. “This is the second time you’re bringing this up, why does it matter if they’re staring, so what? What difference does it make?”

The usually unbothered Megumi wasn’t so unbothered after seeing your heart snap from behind the glass shield of your eyes.

Quickly leaning across the table to grab ahold of the end of your sleeve, he fidgeted with the soft material as he thought over his words, “I didn’t mean it like that - ‘m sorry. I just meant - if you heard about what people are saying is all”

This didn’t seem to comfort you much though, even with the unwavering grip of his fiddling with the ends of your cuffs. “What d’you mean? I haven’t heard anything?”

Usually it was you who came running to him with news on the latest ‘gossip’ yet it completely flew over your head this time, missing it by a long shot.

“Do you like me?”

Blinking once, then twice, you took a minute to register to what your best friend had just told you.

It took a minute of buffering to finally register what you were just told, “sorry?”

“apparently everyone has a bet going that we’ll get together” Megumi was now fiddling with his fingers, finding the fabric of his uniform conveniently interesting.

You now found yourself nervously fiddling with your fingers, eyes bouncing back and forth from your best friend to the walls of the cafeteria, “Well…I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, right?”

Now this, this caught Megumi off guard. Of course he thought about the idea, the possibility before but never did he think the opportunity would actually introduce itself.

The silence that followed caused your nervous smile to sink, forcing Megumi to splutter out anything that came to mind.

“N - no, that’s not what I meant! - I’d go out with you anytime!” Once again, silence followed suit - except this time both your eyes were blown wide, not too sure where to go from here.

Until a sudden muffled giggle broke the silence, bubbling from none other than you, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh, but now Yuji owes me ¥2,000”

Bewildered, Megumi couldn’t fathom any words but his scrunched up eyebrows must’ve said enough going by your quick explanation.

“I couldn’t help but take part in the bet, it was too hard to resist, I had a feeling you liked me and thought this would be a good opportunity to do something about it” you chuckled out before leaning forward on your elbows, “I like you too by the way, and I’d go out with you anytime as well”

As soon as his confused expression came, it went - replaced by a small tug at the corner of his lips and followed by a fast approaching blush.

Letting a scoff escape, it was your turn to hold a confused look. Returning his attention back to you Megumi went on explain - a small smile slowly taking over, “it’s just crazy to think, I’ve loved you for god-knows how long - years maybe. And now you’re sitting in front of me and saying you like me . Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

At first, Megumi wanted to strangle Yuji with his own two hands, although now - thinking about it, he should really thank his friend for the outcome.

Not too far away, amongst the line of hungry peers queuing for their food was the less than enthusiastic teacher trailed by the ever so nosy white haired Sorcerer peaking over the younger’s shoulder at his students.

“I knew it! Didn’t I tell you Nanamin~ love is in the air!” Gojo’s eyes practically gleamed with hearts. His hands clasped together as the blond didn’t even spare a glance at the overly joyous Sorcerer.

“Are you aware of your age?”

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I just wanna say thank you to Biski for helping me through my major writers block!!! <3

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Maki Zenin, Satoru Gojo & Toge Inumaki

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Yuji

Yuji downright catches you two making out completely by accident. He borrowed a copy of a certain manga from megumi and planned to return it so when megumi told him just to bring it to his room to return it when he found the time, he not so subtly stumbled upon his two friends. Megumi was sat on his bed, you comfortably on his lap as sucked faces. His hands were rubbing your bad under your shirt, toying with the strap of your bra. Megumi’s hands moved to your hips to grind you on top of him.

Just as you were about to take the lead - “oh shit” stood at the entrance of your boyfriend’s door was non other than Yuji, eyes wide as he took in the position of you both. It took a few seconds of stuttered and jumbled up words only for megumi to grab a pillow and throw it in Yuji direction “piss off! Why don’t you knock next time?!” Narrowly missing the attack, yuji bent down to place the manga on the floor before quickly scurrying off in the furthest direction, “I’m so telling Gojo Sensei!”

Nobara

Nobara can tell straight off the bat just simply from the way you smile. “Why’re you smiling so damn much?” She’d ask, knowing damn well why. “Don’t I always smile this much?” Normally she’d agree until she sees the way your eyes flicker over to the table behind her, already imagining the love-stricken face a certain dark haired boy held. The next clue was the your reaction to a notification sounding on your phone, nearly diving for the device and soon followed by an even wider smile. “You’re practically glowing, you fucked already huh” whipping your head towards your friend you fumble over your words as a hue of pink stains your face - a dead giveaway. “that’s a sex glow if I’ve ever seen one”

Yuta

He is the one who keeps his nose out of everyone's business but even he couldn't help but feel intrigued when he noticed that Megumi had your scent on him one morning. Tasked with training with the first years, he was paired with Megumi. Battling back and forth caused the two to be within close proximity to each other, allowing Yuta to notice the whiff of perfume on Megumi’s uniform. Strange, where had he smelt that before? He’d find it strange how strong the scent was and took it upon himself to find out.

His opportunity arose on his walk through the school’s gardens, nearly knocking heads with you before he caught himself. Yuta didn’t even have time to open his mouth before a certain scent practically punched him in the face. And it certainly didn’t help when he was sat between you both on the field, overwhelmed with the mix of smells. “Do you guys swap deodorant or something?” Megumi just scrunched his eyebrows in frustration, his attention taken away from his book, “what the hell are you talking about now?” The irritation was clear in his voice as Yuta’s eyes flickered between you two. “You two smell like each other, why? You sleeping in the same bed or somethin’?”

Maki

Ohohoho she knew. Maki’s not stupid, she can see the way you both steal glances at each other, the secret smiles in the hallways, the ‘slick’ passing of notes… so when you start making excuses on days you’re due to train together she knew exactly where you’d be. “I’m really sorry but my mum asked me to head into Kyoto later to get something for her” another one of your white lies bled through your teeth. She just raised an eyebrow to your poor excuse. “A-ha, you heading there with your boytoy?” This of course caused you to trip over your words- “wha-I don’t-boyfriend? What’s that?” Only to receive a deadpan face in return.

Not only was that embarrassing enough but you just had to run into her in the hallways of your school - no less holding hands with your ‘boytoy’. “Oi name!” You heard from the other end of the hall, and unfortunately for megumi, causing your instincts to kick in. Quickly snatching your hand from his grasp you shoved him into a nearby classroom (hopefully not currently in use) followed by a crash bang - the tell tale signs of an upcoming injury and whiny boyfriend. “What was that?” Although she knew full well what - or who - that was. “Nothing! You’re seeing things!” You spat out in a panic. “Uh-huh, well tell megumi to come out when he has time, he has training with Gojo Sensei”

Gojo & Toge

Toge, the bastard, even though his speech fails him that doesn’t stop him from becoming the school’s gossip queen. Toge would be the one to tell everyone in the school group chat which of course includes Gojo which also leads the entirety of Japan to find out. And Gojo, oho Gojo, he’d make it his life mission to involve himself as much as possible in Megumi’s life. They’d actually work together; Toge would gather information and pass it on to his Sensei only for Gojo to use it against his son. They’d have their little gossip sesh during class of course, absolutely no shame whatsoever. But the way they found out was unfortunately unforgettable.

Walking into class after hours to get his pencil case that he mistakenly forgotten, Toge only walked in to find you sat on megumi’s desk with the boy sat on his chair with his head on your lap. Megumi had a girlfriend? Toge was almost convinced that he wasn’t into girls seeing as he paid no attention or care to the opposite sex. Oh how wrong he was. Of course he took a picture, what else was he supposed to do? Walk away? “Oh and what’s this?” Behind him of course was non other than the infamous six eyes - also his teacher. “Little Megumi’s not so little anymore huh”. If anyone were to see them they’d surely come off as creeps with Gojo’s tall frame shadowing Toge’s, both peeking through the screen door of the classroom. “Send me that picture won’t you?” Fortunately for them they didn’t make themselves noticeable, unfortunately for you word spread the next day.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I feel like I’m forgetting someone…

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

Dating Megumi Fushiguro pt.2 <33

Dating Toji Fushiguro <3

001 — 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : megumi fushiguro x afab!reader

“C’mon she’ll love it!”

Nobara comforts her friend on the edge of his bed as he scrolls through your instagram page on his phone.

His two friends sat cross-legged on his bed as a never-ending stream of vibrant colours and countless pictures of your cat flashed by.

Over the course of a week the continuous reminder of Valentine’s Day followed Megumi like a persistent shadow. Not because he didn’t appreciate or love his girlfriend, but because of how bad he expressed the feelings that came along with being in a relationship. He and everyone around him knew he wasn’t exactly the most emotional or expressive person there was and the obnoxiously vibrant posters and hanging garlands around school didn’t exactly help.

Nobara wasn’t stupid, quickly catching on to his somber demeanor, recognizing the season and the pops of red and pink scattered throughout the hallways and she quickly connected the dots, a plan already starting to form in her head.

Thursday evening rolled around and unbeknownst to Megumi, his friends spontaneously showed up at his place and now here he sat, with Nobara taking the lead in ‘giving him advice’ on what to gift you to help express his true feelings while Megumi continued to scroll through your Instagram desperately trying to form some sort of idea for the ‘perfect gift’ for you.

"She's absolutely obsessed with cats, you know this! Imagine how perfect it would be to have an apron filled with adorable little tabby cats!" Megumi couldn't help but sigh, feeling like this whole thing was a complete waste of time. Valentine's Day was just around the corner, and he still hadn't thought of a gift for his own girlfriend. He couldn't help but wonder if he was failing as a boyfriend.

“Oh I know!” both Nobara and Megumi's heads snapped towards their pink haired friend with an audible crack.

“How about a personalized mug with your face? I remember seeing ones that say 'best boyfriend ever' somewhere before!" Yuji chimed in, eager to help.

He was doomed.

A delightful surprise awaited the boy as he walked through the school doors the next morning, hearing his girlfriend's sweet voice calling out, "Megs!" His ears perked up, eagerly soaking in the sound that resonated through the hallway.

There stood his pretty girl, wearing a perfect blend of pink with subtle hints of red, all brought together with bows, frills, and lace.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face until his eyes gravitated towards the small neatly wrapped gift adorned with a bow was clasped tightly between your hands, held closely to your chest.

Skipping towards the boy adorned in his usual black attire, you quickly abandoned your bag by his locker as your arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug.

Just the scent of your perfume was enough for him to forget the looming thoughts not too far behind.

You weren’t expecting much to come out of today, the usual really. Your mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of your gift, waiting till the end of the day to finally give it to your boyfriend.

But what did stand out was how affectionate he seemed to be - unusually so. The entire day consisted of back hugs, kisses to your cheek and the constant feeling of his eyes fixed on you through class.

And It wasn’t till the end of the day when you were both comfortable in your pyjamas and settling in your bed surrounding by a myriad of sweets and chocolate that your gift lying amongst them was picked up and placed on his lap.

“Go on! Open it!” He found it cute how excited you were, so excited in fact that you could barely sit still - squirming in your spot as you not so patiently waited on him.

Pulling on the ends of the bow, soon followed by the wrapping paper decorated with small cartoon dogs, revealed a small black box. Megumi’s gaze flitted between yours and the box a few times before lifting the lid to reveal the contents.

“You can’t be serious…”, inside laid a neatly placed bracelet. A dainty silver thing that held a small clear charm.

“It lights up when I touch mine!” To prove your point you swiftly pulled up the sleeve of your top, revealing your own bracelet - an exact copy. You placed a light kiss to your charm, watching as his lit up with a small white hue.

“I know you don’t like obnoxiously big or cheesy presents so I thought this would be small enough yet still shows how much I love you.”

Megumi couldn’t ask for anything more. His girlfriend, the only person he’s ever laid his heart so openly to before gifted him the most precious thing he’s now ever owned.

And also the most annoying. Because he already knew how it worked.

With that thought in mind he leaned back towards his pillow, his hand nestling beneath in search of a specific box, he soon placed his own wrapped present on your lap.

“Go on, open it.”

Not wasting any time, you quickly tore the paper and uncovered the box that lay beneath. Your newly manicured nails lifting the lid to show your own bracelet with its own clear charm.

Whipping your head towards Megumi you were faced with his neutral face, clearly not amused.

“Apparently I still suck at this gift giving thing,” after long hours of gruelling internet searches and YouTube videos, Megumi finally thought he’d found the one gift worth giving. A gift he could check up on you with — something not many people would’ve thought of.

But of course his very own girlfriend had the same thought. But the laughter that soon sliced through the silence cracked a smile on the poor boys face.

Leaning to place a kiss on his cheek followed by you making yourself comfortable on his lap, you managed to cackle out, “Well I think it’s endearing,” this led to Megumi raising his eyebrow in a ‘go on’ motion.

With a smile you continued, “well we both shared the same thought which I think is cute in itself especially since it’s long distance bracelets”

“When you put it like that, I guess it’s not so bad.” He mumbled out, a pink tint colouring his cheeks as his fingers busied themselves fiddling with the ends of your shorts. You reached for the second bracelet, adding it to your wrist to accompany the other before sliding Megumi’s pair on his wrist.

Kissing your bracelet and watching as his lit up, a lazy smile planted itself on your face, “makes you even cuter.”

can you please make one for my pookie megumi?? idk he's been in my mind from day 1... so yeah!

thanks a lot!!! <3

Dating Megumi Fushiguro pt.3 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I can never get enough of bbg megumi <33

nanami :

megumi :

yuji :

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : Ik it’s not valentines but let me be delusional 🥹

# - 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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megumi isn’t big on publicly showing his affection for you - everyone already knows you’re his so why shove it down peoples throats? but even with that in mind, it doesn’t stop his hand from finding itself around your waist.

when he’s uncomfortable or feeling insecure his hand would reach for yours instinctively and without much thought would play with your much smaller fingers - a distraction.

during run-downs on the way to a mission, his hand would rest nice and snug between your thighs, gently kneading the soft flesh beneath his fingers - his touch so soft and caring: something seemingly so opposing to his outward look.

even during training sessions, he'd jog up to you just to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead, or to squeeze in a quick hug before jogging off again. from the sidelines, he'd encourage you - his eyes damn near sparkling with pride as they follow you, a small smirk not too far behind.

eventually megumi would give up on trying to keep it lowkey altogether. he loves you and he knows damn well you’re it for him. he loves you with each and every damn moment that goes by, and to hell if he'd waste a single moment in trying to keep it private.

“promise me you’ll be home in the next ten minutes,” megumi pouts, hands in his pockets as he paces back and forth in the kitchen. you nearly laugh at the childish tone of his voice, kicking the rocks as you walk down the side walk. “or i will come and pick you up, and drag you home.”

this time you truly laugh, one that sends ripples to his heart. you two don’t have plans tonight, but he’s been begging for you to come early, and of course, you rightfully oblige. who are you to decline the request of your one and only anyway.

“alright, alright, i will,” you give in to his orders, but still proceed to walk as slow as you possibly can; purposely dragging your feet to make some noise just to piss him off.

“i know you’re purposely dragging your feet just to agitate me.” he huffs, leaning into the kitchen counter and further pouting his lips. if it were humanly possible maybe you would be able to see that air that comes with the long huff. but even if you can’t, you already know what he looks like with his huffy face. “(y/n).”

“am i?” you tease him as you further drag your feet to the ground. he rolls his eyes at you, having enough of you and your antics as you laugh at him, not even hearing him grabbing his keys and leaving the house without any more words.

“you piss me off.” he jokes but in a monotonous voice. if you hadn’t known what megumi is actually like to his loved ones, then maybe that comment may have frightened you in the inside, but of course, as his significant other, you would know better than to be scared.

“do i?” you chuckle.

“yes you do.” he tiredly says.

you smile at his words and his tone feeling your cheeks flush whilst looking at the horizon as the sky changes its hues into orange, slowly blending with the light pink as the sun starts to lower itself.

“do you see the outside megumi?” you ask him, breath taken by the beauty of the sky. you always have had a weird attraction to sky lines, something about colours blending in the almost unrealistic sky always has you in awe.

“i do.” he responds, looking at the sky as well as he walks down the path with his feet kicking some pebbles.

“it’s so pretty,” you dreamily sigh, the smile on your face so sweet that it makes your heart warm.

“but you know what’s prettier?” he asks you.

“what is?”

“the person who stands teen feet away from me.”

you look up front and there you see megumi with a soft smile on his face. you small smile turns wide as you put your phone into your pocket and skip towards him with your hand already out for holding. megumi takes his palm out as well, eyes watching with adoration as you walk to him with that face that always somehow makes any day of his turn so good.

“hello stranger,” you say, taking his hand into yours and squeezing it lightly. he puts his phone into his pocket, chuckling as he raises your intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“hello too, stranger.”

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