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This Is What You’ve Gotta Do pt.1
Megumi x reader
Fluff, wholesome. Megumi has a crush on you and turns to his friend Itadori to figure out how to tell you. Megumi and Itadori are aged up in this fic.
Megumi pov
This is so annoying. I haven’t had a second to think for myself for nearly an hour now. My head hurts from the constant nagging and booming voice in the room. I want to leave, but that’s out of the question. Itadori found out a secret that I honestly thought I would bring to my very grave. It was super late at night when he barged it only to tell me something that shook my very core. He found out about my crush on l/n…
“ Come on man you gotta tell her!!!!!! Its Important that you do Fushiguro!!!!” Itadori exclaimed with stars in his eyes.
“Oh yeah and how so?” I said feeling a slight blush creep on my features.
“Because I think you guys would be so cute!!!!!”
“No” I deadpanned
“Awwww please you gotta tell her!”
“No”
“Please”
“No”
“PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!!!” Itadori screaming to the point where I know the whole campus heard.
I looked up at my friend who looked like he was going to burst if I said no. God, so annoying. I don’t even know if she likes me at all. I mean she’s sweet and caring. Her eyes light up when she’s passionate about something. And my heart feels all fuzzy when I think about her smile. I’ve never felt this way before and to be honest I have no idea what to do. Or where to start. Maybe my idiot classmate is right?
“Fine, I’ll do it” I said reluctantly
“YESS!” Itadori screamed once again
“Stop yelling.” I deadpanned
“Okay okay okay”
“Look, I have no idea how to even confess to someone or if l/neven likes me at all.” Saying with a sad look upon my face.
“Ya know, the only reason I’m telling you to confess is because I overheard y/n and Nobara taking about their crushes. And guess who’s name she said…”Itadori said in full confidence.
“Who?”
“You” Itadori said with stars in his eyes
She likes me! What! This changes things. Maybe this could work between us. Being Jujutsu Sorcerers will be tricky, but it’s something that’s been done before. So maybe it’ll work for us. I began smiling. A smile that I hope soon I could show her.
“I’ll do it” I said with full confidence.
“YESS” Itadori exclaimed
“Alright Fushiguro. This is what you’ve gotta do…”
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Part 2
This Is What You’ve Gotta Do pt.2
Megumi x fem!Reader
Fluff, wholesome. Megumi I confesses to you. Megumi and Itadori are aged up.
Megumi pov
After talking with Itadori I made my way back to my room. And With my new found confidence thanks to him, I can tell her how I feel. Ever since she joined us and shows her strength I’ve wanted to know her, really know her. Her abilities rival mine and I can’t help myself but want to know more. Her quick thinking and snarky remarks draw me to her. She’s always been kind to me, even when I was unsavory to her. I can’t help but feel bad for the way I treated her when I first met her. I thought she was just another Jujutsu Sorcerer bound to die in this shit world fighting a cursed spirit that she couldn’t handle. God how wrong I was. She’s been able to fight off cursed spirits that would be hard for a second grade to handle. Hell, I think she should be a first grade or higher.
I needed to figure out a way to tell her that wouldn’t be too awkward. I thought about just asking her out for the day, but I’ve never done that before so it might be weird for her. I now know that she feels the same so maybe I should just rip the damn bandaid off? I groaned with annoyance at this. I just want to finally tell her, but I’m overthinking it too much. She feels the same way that I do, but why can’t I come up with a way to tell her? My rapid fire thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I was confused by this considering how late it was and how Itadori told me that he was going to sleep. Groaning slightly, I got out of my bed and opened the door. And to my surprise, it was her. She was here at this ungodly hour. It would take a fool to not know what she was here for. I knew I needed to tell her first. Then she began speaking.
“Fushiguro I’m sorry for coming so late, but there is something I need to tell you. I need to tell you-“
“L/n I like you.” I interrupted boldly
A massive blush erupted my face. She stood there with a smile on her face and I could tell that she was blushing too. She took one of her fingers and poked my cheek and laughed a little. Her cheeks pulled up into a full blown smile which made my entire body erupt with heat.
“Megumi, you’re blushing” she cooed
“Shut up” I responded looking at the ground.
L/n then took that finger and placed it under my chin pushing it upright. Her eyes sparkled and I swear she was the most beautiful person I ever saw.
“Gumi, I like you too. I have for awhile. I just wanted to tell ya soon. Not telling ya was causing me unnecessary anxiety. I only got the confidence to tell you like a few minutes ago. Itadori came to my room and practically yelled that you liked me and told me to tell you” she spoke
“Are you serious?” I deadpanned
“Yep” she said
“Funny, he came to me too tonight and told me that you liked me and said I need to tell you how I feel too.” I told her
“Guess we have some thanking to go to him.” She spoke
“Yeah, I guess we do” I said while smiling.
“So do you wanna go out tomorrow, we have a day off?” She asked
“Yeah, that sounds really nice L/n. And please, Call me Megumi.” I said
“Alright Megumi, call me y/n then.” She said giving me a closed eye smile.
“Goodnight y/n”
“Goodnight Megumi”
Just as I was about to close the door, she pulled my shoulder and kissed me on my cheek. I froze for a second and as I was about to speak to her she ran off. I smiled and touched the spot on my cheek. I was excited for tomorrow and to try and show her the side of me that I hope only she gets to see. I closed my door and knew I also had to give Itadori a formal thank you for helping me get the confidence to tell y/n I like her. I won’t tell her this yet, hell not for a while, but I’m excited for when I can say I love you.
Here’s part 2. I didn’t think I would make this but here ya go. Been a little busy lately with life. Hope everyone had fun during the holidays and if you didn’t, I hope you have good days soon. Thank you for reading❤️
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Part 1
3+1: THREE TIMES MEGUMI GIVES YOU SOMETHING, AND ONE TIME YOU RETURN THE FAVOUR.
megumi, water :: it's hot — thirty-five degrees, to be exact, and of course you've forgotten to bring water, and the only canteen nearby only takes cash, no change. in short: you're melting.
you're draped over a lunch table, cheek pressed against the cool (but rapidly warming) metal. oh, what you'd do for a drink right now—
suddenly, you can hear footsteps behind you, coming closer with each passing second.
hi, megumi. you can tell it's him without even looking.
hi yourself, he replies, slipping into the chair next to you. a small bottle of water is slid your way; he does not look at you, but the gesture speaks for itself.
thank you.
don't.
don't what?
don't thank me.
you've had this conversation a million times before.
just because we're best friends doesn't mean you have to—
i do it cause i want to, okay? he turns to you, annoyed. all you can think about is how pretty he is.
megumi, company :: frat parties are scary. you don't know why you're here; nobara and maki have already disappeared too. it's packed, sweaty, scary. you squeeze through the crowds to climb out of a window and escape the heat. you know you can't leave until you find your friends, though, so for now, sitting on the dewy grass in the backyard will have to suffice.
megumi was right, you think.
don't go, he'd said, sprawled out on your bed, arms around one of the plush animals on your bed. it's tucked under his chin, and he looks adorable.
why not? you'd asked him.
it's not worth it, he scoffed. couldn't pay me a billion yen to go.
you should've listened—
can i say i told you so?
megumi?
he ignores you; or are you gonna start crying? you definitely—
you launch yourself up from the ground into his arms, laughing. i thought you said you weren't gonna come!
i had a feeling this'd happen. the slightest hint of a smile graces his lips. couldn't leave my favourite alone now, could i?
what? say it again, i think i heard wrong.
his smile widens; he shakes his head.
megumi, power bank, his heart ? :: my phone's dying, you sigh.
no response.
my phone's dying, you repeat, louder.
say please. he's desperately fighting a losing battle, the corners of his lips twitching.
please, megumi, give me the power bank!
you snatch it greedily from his hands, connecting it to your phone.
no thanks?
thank you, megumi! you throw your arms around his neck suddenly, and he is glad that you cannot see the blush on his face.
megumi always carries power banks with him. it's a known fact by now; he always has one on him. meanwhile, your phone is always dying. what a coincidence!
or not.
because one day, you overhear him talking to yuji. you're not really listening, scrolling on your phone when you hear your own name.
it's only because of y/n that i need a backpack in the first place, megumi grumbles. otherwise, everything else fits on my pockets.
then don't? to yuji, the problem is easy to fix.
but they need it.
so?
megumi makes a grumbly noise in his throat; so cute, you think.
oh yeah, says yuji. i forgot you're horribly in love with them and everything you do is somehow connected to them.
oh.
they're here, by the way, he adds.
what? did they hear?
i don't know, yuji replies unhelpfully.
you barely manage to get your earphones in before they walk in.
you, flowers, chocolates, your heart ? :: today is the day. to say you're nervous is a huge understatement. your hands are shaking, palms sweaty, and you're shivering, even though it's not that cold. the flowers and chocolate wait patiently for you on your desk.
megumi, you say aloud to the empty room. megumi, i like you and—
fuck.
megumi, you begin again. i've liked you for a long time and—
who've you liked 'for a long time'? megumi looks mildly interested as he walks in. you always get kind of lonely around this time so i thought i'd come to hang out.
his voice is even, but you amidst the normal calm, you sense something controlled. like he's actually sad, or something.
no one!
yeah? he hums. i'm not buying it, but i won't push you.
fuck him! why does he always have to be this respectful? if he asked you, you wouldn't not have answered!
who gave you the flowers?
i bought them myself! you squeak.
he raises a brow at how high-pitched your voice is. for?
um.
you see the way he stiffens visibly, hand tightening around your doorknob. he swallows, and then, sorry for overstepping, y/n.
no!
what?
you're not overstepping, you tell him. you have every right to know. we're best friends, right?
... right, he responds, but there's something missing; he's clammed up, retracted into himself. his voice is forced into not showing any emotion, and he's backed away a little bit from you.
your heart breaks at the sight.
megumi, i like you!
you're shitting me, he replies.
no, really! also, i hope you don't mind, but a few weeks ago i heard yuji and you talking, and he said something, and—
stop talking, he murmurs. i want to kiss you.
megumi has never been greedy. be selfish, gojo's told him. he's never listened — he's had no reason to, after all. yet... right now, he understands. it's all he can think about — getting something he wants, getting it now.
when he makes his way back to you, all he can think of is how kissing you will feel. when he is kissing you, he realises that he wants this forever. so he lets himself be a little selfish, and tells you he loves you, and asks for the one thing he'd thought he'd never have — you.
new freaky writing style LOL only for this one though... also 3+1 because im lazy and sad and unmotivated. also grammatical errors highkey & im sorry.
3+1: THREE TIMES MEGUMI GIVES YOU SOMETHING, AND ONE TIME YOU RETURN THE FAVOUR.
megumi, water :: it's hot — thirty-five degrees, to be exact, and of course you've forgotten to bring water, and the only canteen nearby only takes cash, no change. in short: you're melting.
you're draped over a lunch table, cheek pressed against the cool (but rapidly warming) metal. oh, what you'd do for a drink right now—
suddenly, you can hear footsteps behind you, coming closer with each passing second.
hi, megumi. you can tell it's him without even looking.
hi yourself, he replies, slipping into the chair next to you. a small bottle of water is slid your way; he does not look at you, but the gesture speaks for itself.
thank you.
don't.
don't what?
don't thank me.
you've had this conversation a million times before.
just because we're best friends doesn't mean you have to—
i do it cause i want to, okay? he turns to you, annoyed. all you can think about is how pretty he is.
megumi, company :: frat parties are scary. you don't know why you're here; nobara and maki have already disappeared too. it's packed, sweaty, scary. you squeeze through the crowds to climb out of a window and escape the heat. you know you can't leave until you find your friends, though, so for now, sitting on the dewy grass in the backyard will have to suffice.
megumi was right, you think.
don't go, he'd said, sprawled out on your bed, arms around one of the plush animals on your bed. it's tucked under his chin, and he looks adorable.
why not? you'd asked him.
it's not worth it, he scoffed. couldn't pay me a billion yen to go.
you should've listened—
can i say i told you so?
megumi?
he ignores you; or are you gonna start crying? you definitely—
you launch yourself up from the ground into his arms, laughing. i thought you said you weren't gonna come!
i had a feeling this'd happen. the slightest hint of a smile graces his lips. couldn't leave my favourite alone now, could i?
what? say it again, i think i heard wrong.
his smile widens; he shakes his head.
megumi, power bank, his heart ? :: my phone's dying, you sigh.
no response.
my phone's dying, you repeat, louder.
say please. he's desperately fighting a losing battle, the corners of his lips twitching.
please, megumi, give me the power bank!
you snatch it greedily from his hands, connecting it to your phone.
no thanks?
thank you, megumi! you throw your arms around his neck suddenly, and he is glad that you cannot see the blush on his face.
megumi always carries power banks with him. it's a known fact by now; he always has one on him. meanwhile, your phone is always dying. what a coincidence!
or not.
because one day, you overhear him talking to yuji. you're not really listening, scrolling on your phone when you hear your own name.
it's only because of y/n that i need a backpack in the first place, megumi grumbles. otherwise, everything else fits on my pockets.
then don't? to yuji, the problem is easy to fix.
but they need it.
so?
megumi makes a grumbly noise in his throat; so cute, you think.
oh yeah, says yuji. i forgot you're horribly in love with them and everything you do is somehow connected to them.
oh.
they're here, by the way, he adds.
what? did they hear?
i don't know, yuji replies unhelpfully.
you barely manage to get your earphones in before they walk in.
you, flowers, chocolates, your heart ? :: today is the day. to say you're nervous is a huge understatement. your hands are shaking, palms sweaty, and you're shivering, even though it's not that cold. the flowers and chocolate wait patiently for you on your desk.
megumi, you say aloud to the empty room. megumi, i like you and—
fuck.
megumi, you begin again. i've liked you for a long time and—
who've you liked 'for a long time'? megumi looks mildly interested as he walks in. you always get kind of lonely around this time so i thought i'd come to hang out.
his voice is even, but you amidst the normal calm, you sense something controlled. like he's actually sad, or something.
no one!
yeah? he hums. i'm not buying it, but i won't push you.
fuck him! why does he always have to be this respectful? if he asked you, you wouldn't not have answered!
who gave you the flowers?
i bought them myself! you squeak.
he raises a brow at how high-pitched your voice is. for?
um.
you see the way he stiffens visibly, hand tightening around your doorknob. he swallows, and then, sorry for overstepping, y/n.
no!
what?
you're not overstepping, you tell him. you have every right to know. we're best friends, right?
... right, he responds, but there's something missing; he's clammed up, retracted into himself. his voice is forced into not showing any emotion, and he's backed away a little bit from you.
your heart breaks at the sight.
megumi, i like you!
you're shitting me, he replies.
no, really! also, i hope you don't mind, but a few weeks ago i heard yuji and you talking, and he said something, and—
stop talking, he murmurs. i want to kiss you.
megumi has never been greedy. be selfish, gojo's told him. he's never listened — he's had no reason to, after all. yet... right now, he understands. it's all he can think about — getting something he wants, getting it now.
when he makes his way back to you, all he can think of is how kissing you will feel. when he is kissing you, he realises that he wants this forever. so he lets himself be a little selfish, and tells you he loves you, and asks for the one thing he'd thought he'd never have — you.
new freaky writing style LOL only for this one though... also 3+1 because im lazy and sad and unmotivated. also grammatical errors highkey & im sorry.
# - 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, I came across your Megumi x deaf reader a bit ago and I was wondering if you could possibly write a mute!reader ? ^^ like he kinda speaks for the reader sometimes, trying to be helpful and such
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is such a cute idea!! Of course i can ♡
# - 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
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You’d catch his eye straight off the bat
He’d see you across the room talking with Nobara and Maki and just stare at you
He wouldn’t exactly try and start up a conversation with you since he’s usually one to brood in the corner of a room but his heart would definitely pick up when you’re near with the slight hope that you’d say something, anything to him
He’d notice how quiet you are, always answering with a simple nod or shake of your head but you always kept a smile on your face nonetheless
He’d eventually realise that he’s never actually heard you before considering he’s surrounded by Nobara and Yuji 25/8 he expected you to match their energy
But then he’d come to the thought that you just might be like him; quiet and kept to yourself which was a plus to him - needing a break from the constant noise and fast pasted life
It would take him so long to realise you were mute TT
He’d actually gravitate towards you because you were so quiet so he was often found stood close to you whether that be directly behind you or practically shoulder-to-shoulder
After a while (and I mean a while) he’d start greeting you in the mornings but he was only ever given a nod in response
This would start to frustrate poor megs, unknowingly turning it into a game of sorts, trying to get just one response from you
This would lead to weeks upon weeks of unrequited conversation
“That was painful”
That is until Maki appears from the shadows after watching this sad and painful scene unfold taking it upon herself to break the news to megs
Of course he’s surprised at first but then it grows into embarrassment,
He must’ve looked like an idiot to you - always trying to make conversation only to be met by silence or a tight smile
This would actually lead to long-term embarrassment, shifting in his seat next to you, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants when he’s been around for too long, rubbing his face when he doesn’t know what to do around you
He’d be so cute around you though TT as soon as you enter a room he automatically sits up and straightens in his seat
He’d even stop mid-scolding yuji so he doesn’t give off the wrong impression
You’d actually start to become close after he saved you from an embarrassing encounter - one where you tried your best to explain your situation to the other increasingly frustrated person by using hand gestures - this didn’t end well for you
Megs stepped in and spoke for you, explaining your situation before whisking you away to a nearby coffee shop, allowing you time to calm down
Since then he’s always expected to be seen by your side - never one without the other
Like my previous post on him, he’d still have trouble understanding you at times but then you’d show up outside his dorm with a notebook of hand gestures and sign language which brought you both closer after spending so much time with each other
Megs would know you so well that it would start to be creepy to the others;
Everyone could be sat in living room when Nobara asks “hey should we go shopping tomorrow? I heard they have 50% off!” And you’d just tap megumi’s thigh and he’d instantly know what you’re thinking - “Y/n wouldn’t mind, they’ve been needing a new pair of shoes”
Everyone would just stare at him like how’d you know that?
Iy would get to the point that if you were asked to read or explain a certain subject in front of the class, megumi would automatically speak for you without thinking
And you best know he won’t push you to tell him why you’re mute, he knows you’ll tell him when you’re ready
Oh and you better know he’s your assigned partner when you go shopping since he’s the only one you feel comfortable enough with
If you’re at a cafe you’ll point to things you want to order on the menu and he’d order it for you
AND IF YOU GET A DIRTY LOOK FROM THE WAITER YOU BEST KNOW HE’S THERE STARING THAT MF DOWN
And megumi would no doubt notice the little things about you -
YOU’D HAVE YOUR ONLY LITTLE LANGUAGE GOING ON;
You’d both be sat next to each other and if you want megs to answer for you, you’d just tap his thigh once signalling a “no” and double tap his thigh to signal “yes”
And now that he knows sign language (or at least the basics) he’d sign at you from across a loud room to check in and make sure you’re okay
He’d actually (and surprisingly) act stupid at times or take insults from the others if it means he gets to hear your laugh :’)
You spend a lot of time listening, paying attention to your surroundings using your hearing more often than not so you’d usually find yourself someplace quiet with megumi
Fun fact: you’d both often be found in various places (i.e, whether that be in class, living room or outside near a pond) leaning on each other with megumi’s arm around you while you’re both either reading separately or reading the same book in content silence
As soon as he realises he’s caught feelings he’d try and act natural which of course was not natural
He’d be so stiff around you, always fidgeting in his spot, or playing with his ear,
You would actually find it quite endearing seeing this usually big grumpy guy shrink in on himself
And we all know megs has trouble with words and even though he knows you can hear, if he has something meaningful to say he’ll say it in sign language 🥹
I feel like he’d do some sneaky shit tho -
Megumi would overthink big time, so I think he’d confess on a whim;
It would be one of those times where you’d be sat across from each other staring at the other in a crowded room with the other student’s energy taking up space and he just randomly points to himself, makes a heart sign with his hand, before pointing at you
‘I like you’
—
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 (2) : I got a little carried away with this one… :)
— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰
One More Hour.
Megumi x GN Reader.
Synopsis: After nearly a whole day of spending time in your boyfriend’s dorm, he still wants more. Can you really deny him that wish, especially after he has bribed you with more chocolate and plushies, along with cuddling his dogs?
Word Count: 1k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
we fell in love in october by girl in red
Honeypie by JAWNY
I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys
Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez
Bubble Gum by Clairo
Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny
As It Was by Harry Styles
Mayonaka no Door / Stay With Me by Miki Matsubara
Hey Lover! by Wabie
Electric Love by BØRNS
*~*~*~*
No matter how much time passes, Megumi's dorm room remains unchanged in appearance and function.
The door glides open effortlessly unless Megumi has locked it for the night or day.
The rear wall of his room boasts fully stocked bookshelves, primarily filled with history books and nonfiction literature. This tends to annoy you, as reading any of them inevitably leads to immediate boredom-induced sleep. Once, you suggested that Megumi should embrace more imaginative reads, prompting him to respond with a half-serious glare that may have been annoyance or simply playful teasing, a common occurrence when the two of you are alone.
Megumi sleeps on a single futon, always left in a disheveled state, which is rather peculiar considering his typically organized nature. Even you occasionally make your bed, unless you're too tired in the mornings. However, Megumi consistently leaves his futon untidy, with stacks of nonfiction books near his pillow, as is his custom.
You always ponder silently, wondering if he keeps such boring books near his bedside so he can fall asleep faster, a mischievous smile forming within.
In the far corner of his dorm room sits his desk, always facing away from you. On it, you'll find Megumi's trusty laptop, open notebooks filled with scattered ideas, a collection of books, a handful of succulents and bonsai seedlings, and if you're fortunate, his Nintendo Switch. It's likely occupied by the perpetual loading screen of Animal Crossing: New Horizons, Omori, or Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Although he claims to play these games solely to appease your persistent recommendations, deep down you suspect he genuinely enjoys them. Of course, if you were to ever voice this suspicion, he wouldn't hesitate to sell his beloved Nintendo Switch on some online auction platform right before your eyes, subjecting you to a rather cruel spectacle.
However, he would undoubtedly retract his decision at the last possible moment. Megumi may possess various traits, but intentionally causing you emotional pain out of spite is certainly not one of them.
“‘Gumi, what’s your favorite type of chocolate?”
At your question, Megumi stares at you like you have grown a second face like Tomie Kawakami. Surely to him, you’re also just as pretty right, minus the second face thing? You’ll have to put it on your list of impulsive things to ask him, physically writing it down or otherwise.
In your hands is the heart-shaped box he had just given to you as a supposed reward for not having talked his ears off. Along with not having thrown his gift, a container of some homemade strawberry cake that you made from a boxed mix, that you would never admit, at him when he inevitably made some teasing quip. You aren’t known for being exactly willing to let insults from fellow peas in your pod pass without them hammering back. It is just what you do.
He may avoid the question, but at least he will still be chained down to sitting with you on the floor if you keep on pouting with every action he takes.
As always, acting like he is being held hostage in his own dorm room, he shuffles from side to side instead of responding. He’s faking being nervous again. Even if you wanted to, you could never actually hurt Megumi.
He looks at the floor, feigning confusion and fear.
You sigh.
There is a slight smirk that appears on his face as you do so.
He can be such a dick sometimes, intentionally or not, although him being the former is quite rare, he only does it with you. The duality of such a foreign species of a man called Megumi Fushiguro, you guess.
“Cherry, of course.” Of course. “I just love it. You should know that. Bec-”
Immediately, your hand slaps over his mouth like its life depends on it.
“Don’t you dare, everyone knows I hate cherry-flavored things!”
Like he was drowning, Megumi acts out a struggle and as soon as your hand is off, he takes in deep breaths, inhaling in and out quickly like you had single-handedly made him see the heavens itself. He is strange. But so are you.
So, against your better judgment, you throw your copy of Crime and Punishment, all 700 pages of it, at him, hitting his forehead with a loud slamming sound erupting from the attack.
“Ow!” Megumi exclaims, rubbing the sore spot with his hands. Maybe your actions were over the top? Yet, then again, so was his.
You cross your arms. “Deserved.”
“I can take away that rabbit plush I gave you last week.”
“You wouldn’t dare, Fushiguro.”
“I would. You’re lucky, though. I don’t usually tease anyone aside from you.”
That’s true. Megumi is stoic in all matters, from cooking to reading. That is, aside from matters where a closed door and you are involved. It is like he becomes an entirely different person, you heavily, heavily doubt Yuji would believe you if you told him.
Even on dates, he is never this expressive. If anything, he is a well-meaning but cold Prince Charming whenever the general public has eyes on him. If only that were true.
“But really, what is your favorite type of chocolate?”
His smirk disappears, replaced with a thoughtful expression.
“Hmm.” Perhaps the all-powerful concussion made him go back to normal? That would make sense. “Coffee, maybe.”
“Huh? Why, to still satisfy your caffeine addiction?”
“Goes well with ginger.”
“What?”
It is a hard-to-stomach image that appears in your head; Megumi eating Shogayaki for breakfast with black coffee along with coffee-flavored chocolates on the side. It makes you sick just thinking about it. If that vision ever became an unfortunate reality, you could imagine yourself looking at the scene in pure horror.
He isn’t teasing you if his expression tells you anything.
He’s serious.
“They aren’t that sweet either.” He really is serious. “You know I don’t like sweet side dishes. Ginger and coffee are a good combination.”
He really is fucking serious.
“Get out, Megumi.”
“...This is my-”
“Argh! Don’t care! Get out!”
HOLY SHIT CONGRATULATIONS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!! <333
Can I please request
Megumi
The Major Arcana - Upright
The World
Suit of cups
Once again, congrats <3
thank you, anon!! 🥺💕
The Major Arcana - Upright ; Fluff
The World ; Playfighting
Suit of Cups ; 300 to 1k words
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Megumi has never been temperamental just for the fun of it.
Throughout years of coming home to an empty house, hearing Yuji’s laughter and horribly acted screams through thin walls, and punching whomever pissed him off the quickest just a few years earlier, he has learned to never be reliant on his emotions; they could hurt people or hurt him, though Megumi could say the former is worse.
“You’re so loud,” He huffs, still keeping your arms pinned against your back as you wriggle around. “Why couldn’t this just be a normal date where we cuddle?”
You turn your neck so your eyes make contact with his – you smile when he looks away with a slight blush tinging his cheeks.
“Aw… you changed your mind, Gumi? You never wanna cuddle before a mission.”
Megumi gave no answer.
“You’re so cute, boo-”
After those words are spoken, you fall to the floor with a loud thump and an even louder shocked yelp.
“Hey!”
“Maybe I’m cute, but at least I don’t cry after I lose in a faux fight.” Megumi huffs, essentially stomping away to the kitchen.
“You so do!” You exclaim, getting up and quickly chasing after him. When he’s close enough, you pull him against your front area until your chin rests on his shoulder. “A pink birdie told me that-”
“Don’t believe everything that comes out of Yuji’s mouth,” Megumi interrupts, flinging your chin off of him. “Or Nobara’s. Or Maki’s… Or Gojo’s.”
“It’s Gojo-sensei for us-”
“Is he here right now?” He raises his eyebrow with his question, knowing one of two answers.
“Well…” You feel your cheeks get slightly red.
“Aw…” Now it is Megumi’s time to smirk and gently mock – he even crouches down a little to reach your height. “What’s wrong, pumpkin? Changed your mind? Don’t want Gojo Satoru to see you all adorable?”
“Screw you, Fushiguro.” You walk into the kitchen before he does.
“Megumi, hurry up,” Gojo yells from the living room, shaking his cup full of ice but no beverage in sight. “I’m thirsty!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Megumi murmurs, waving a dismissive hand. He looks at you but you don’t face him, crossing your arms and silently insistent on an apology. You’ve always been so cutely petty – it’s one of the main things he loves about you.
He’s the one to pull you in this time, but he doesn’t say sorry. No. That would mean defeat.
“I’ll order curry.” Megumi rests his chin on your shoulder. Unlike him, you don’t move away. “I’ll buy you boba too, okay?”
“Fine.” You say, turning to face him.
“Can I have some too, lovebirds?” As if appearing out of thin air, Gojo is right behind you two.
Has he been listening in on your conversation this whole time?
Like oil and water, you and Megumi separate and shake your heads simultaneously.
“No!” You two exclaim.
“Was worth a shot…”
Ooo yes please split it into a 4 hc then another 4!
You got yourself a deal, anon!! Keep a look out for part two!
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Content: Yuji x gn!Reader, Megumi x gn!Reader, Gojo x gn!Reader, Nanami x gn!Reader
Warnings: Gojo LMAO
Notes: I finished the last half of this at 1 am, please forgive my tired writing lol. Part 2
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❥ Yuji Itadori
Oh boy...Yuji FLIRTING?? CUTEST. THING. EVER.
Yuji at first flirts with what he thinks is subtle signs of liking you, but isn't very subtle at all to anyone else
Like randomly grabbing your hand during movies, offering to share food with you and no one else, hugging you, cuddling you, he's basically your unofficial boyfriend
Is suuuper clingy. Always wants to hang out with you, always inviting you over, and for movie nights, and to go eat sushi and browse candy shops with you, etc.
He thinks his flirting style is fine, working in his favor even
But, when Gojo catches on, he's going to try to change his flirting style
"Yuji-kun! You must be suave!" Gojo says dramatically, striking a pose, sparkles appearing around him.
'Where did the sparkles come from...?' Yuji thought before nodding vehemently, striking the exact same pose Gojo is in. "Yes, Gojo-sensei!"
Gojo will try to get Yuji to use pickup lines, but doesn't...coach him on good ones
So Yuji will look up weird ass pickup lines...very basic cringy ones
He'll even pull the yawn and stretch on you, although he does that even before the pickup lines
But the lines make him seem like he either likes you a lot, or doesn't like you at all and is playing a joke
It makes you lay off your own signs, and Yuji is distraught when he notices
He whines to Megumi about it, who then calls him an idiot for following Gojo's advice
"Does Gojo-sensei have a partner?!" Megumi yells.
"No..." Yuji pouts, rubbing his head after Megumi hit him.
"Then don't ask him for partner advice!" Megumi yelled again.
Overall, poor Yuji tries his hardest :(
Please love him
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❥ Megumi Fushiguro
This one has no fucking clue how to go about dating, let alone flirting
Of course he's not going to ask the other, as he affectionately calls them, losers how to flirt with you. None of them have partners
The only one he would really ask advice from, is Nobara. And that's a last resort
He remembers what happened when he tried giving that girl directions...
Actually scratch that, he's not asking Nobara for shit-
He's determined to do this on his own, while also keeping it a secret from the others
The last thing he needs is another dramatic scene
He'll probably flirt with you in the form of complimenting you, especially when you're alone
And it tends to be...only you...
"(Y/n)-chan, your outfit looks pretty today." Megumi says, barely breaking a smile.
"Thank you, Megu-"
"Hah?! Compliment my outfit too, asshole!" Nobara jumps in. "I'm looking extra cute today!"
"Not like them." Megumi says plainly.
Yuji now has to mend Nobara's damaged ego while Megumi whistles and walks off with you.
He'll also let you call him shit like Gumi and Megu or Meg. Only you get to call him by nicknames though, nobody else
Overall he's really shy with it, and will usually sport a small blush as he compliments you
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❥ Gojo Satoru
GOD THIS MAN REALLY GREW ON ME
Fun fact, I have a fear of wide eyes so this man scared the shit out of me at first. But besties now I think hes hot as FUCK
anyways
Gojo is all suave when he flirts with you
He uses pickup lines, but smooth ones unlike Yuji
He also gets really handsy when he does
He loves grabbing your hand as he flirts with you
If you reciprocate his advances, he's going to be very confident and kiss your cheek
Will probably stop at nothing to make you all flustered by the time he's done with you for the day
Probably talks about you to other people, but you'll never know this information
Nanami will probably try to save you, since his idea of the worst punishment ever is being in a relationship with Gojo. He is not nice to this man
He also likes to flash his eyes at you and wink at you, knowing that the eyes is what really captivates other people
Also compliments you ALL THE TIME, no matter what you're wearing
Always inviting you out, always wanting to be close to you
Probably buys you shit as well, especially if it's for your birthday or holiday
I dunno, not much to say about this one lol
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❥ Nanami Kento
Imma be honest, I don't think he flirts-
Probably hits you with one-liners a lot if he does
Blocks other guys from being close to you or hanging out with you, but only while he's with you
You can hang out with other guys, just not when he's around. He wants your full attention
ESPECIALLY if Gojo is around
Although, like Gojo, he probably buys you stuff
Takes you out to nice dinners as flirting
I would be too nervous at a fancy dinner omg
Obviously compliments you, but with IMMACULATE vocabulary. He's a classy man
What a sugar daddy omg I love him-
He also loves describing your beauty in detail
Literally only wants to be around you
He's not too touchy, but he'll give you hugs and cuddles if you ask, but only within the comfort of his home
If he's away on a mission, he'll only bring you a souvenir. Whether thats candy, a little trinket, or a piece of clothing, he's bringing you SOMETHING, even if you tell him no
Its also the same at grocery stores. He'll only ask you if you want anything
"I'm going to the store." Nanami says bluntly, going to leave the room.
"Ooh! Nanami-san!" Gojo bounces on his heels. "Can you bring me a chocolate bar? I'll pay you back!"
"Get it your damn self."
"Nanami?" You speak up. "Can I have a chocolate bar?"
"As you wish." Nanami gives a ghost of a smile before going to leave, missing the smirk you give to Gojo.
"Nanami!" Gojo whines.
This man absolutely buys you bread to flirt with you LMFAOO
I dunno how, or why, but he does. And we love him for it
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Can you do relationship hc with megumi 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
YES <3
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Content: Megumi x gn!Reader
Warnings: None!
Notes: Sorry, this one doesn't have a lot of my comedy/commentary, I've been in a lot of physical pain all day and I'm just tired lol </3
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Huh, you managed to get with the spiky emo. Well done!
Megumi, when in a relationship, is kinda possessive
Not like Geto possessive, but he wants you to have a clear understanding - you are his and he is yours
Don't get me wrong, you can have friends and whatever, he's fine with it
So long as they know you're taken and respect that
If they don't respect it, then he's gonna have a huge problem with them
Will only let you call him nicknames still, getting all blushy about it
Gumi will answer your texts and calls right away
If you call him, he's always gonna answer with "Yes honey? Everything okay?"
Gojo was bugging you about Megumi. He kept whining about how Megumi wasn't answering his texts. "(Y/n)-chan! Please help me!"
You sighed. "Fine. But if he blocks me because of this, I'll blame you."
So, you called your beloved boyfriend. When he picked up in two rings with his usual line, Gojo snatched the phone from your hand.
"Megumi! How dare you ignore me?! I'm hurt! What are you doi- he hung up..."
Megumi didn't answer your calls for a while after that, just to make sure you weren't Gojo.
Megumi practically clings to your side in social settings
Not cling in the physical sense, but he'll be glued to your side with his hands in his pockets the whole time
And no, he wont say a word unless he's sure he absolutely has to
When he takes you on dates, he usually likes it to be in a secluded area
Will probably wake you up early to watch the sunrise with you
Or, if you're not a morning person, he'll take pictures to show you when you wake up, then watch the sunset with you later
His absolute favorite pictures with you are during a sunrise/sunset
If you guys get into an argument, he's gonna sulk the whole damn time
If he knows he's in the right, he's not gonna apologize for shit. He knows what he's about
But if he's in the wrong, once you both have calmed down he'll admit he was wrong and apologize sincerely
Megumi doesn't really go to anyone for advice on your relationship except maybe google, and that causes him to be in his own head a lot
If he feels anything is wrong with the relationship, he immediately goes to you instead of ignoring it
He chose you to be his partner - the person he cooperates with - so why wouldn't he bring anything up to you? It doesn't make sense to him that other couples choose to ignore their problems instead of talking it out and resolving it
Megumi is very mature about a lot of situations, so he'll rarely not bring a problem up to you
Now, if he's jealous about how much time you're spending with a friend, then no he won't bring that up. It's just a friend - why would he realistically care? You chose him, too
Would rather keep the albino haired bastard out of his relationship
Will absolutely cook for you, btw (and it's amazing)
He'd rather cook than go out to eat, tbh
Megumi is not a people person, unless you're people lolol
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hi hi i’d like to request a personality based matchup for jujutsu kaisen and attack on titan please. i’m an infp, i’m bi so i don’t have a gender preference for who i am matched with and i’m ok with poly ships if you do those for matchups. i go by she/they pronouns. i am 5’2. i have brown curly hair with tinted highlights and hazel eyes. im pretty soft spoken tho depending on who im around i can be louder than usual. im kind, creative, patient, loyal, smart, and easy going. i try to be nice to everyone and not judge them based on meeting them once. my friends say im a ray of sunshine and that im the mom friend of the group. i like photography, hanging out with friends, going on walks when it’s nice out, listen to music, reading, watching anime, shopping, and baking. i like wearing oversized sweaters and hoodies. i like boba and different kinds of sweets. i don’t like confrontation and i try to avoid it when i can. when it comes to relationships i look for someone that i vibe with someone that i can feel comfortable around. my love languages are quality time (giving) and physical affection (receiving). thank you so much!!
Hey hey! Absolutely. I will say for AOT I dragged my friend in to help me lol I haven't written/seen AOT in so long so I've forgotten a lot of their personalities. Also apologies for making you wait so long!
Anyways, for JJK I match you with... *drum roll*
❥Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori!
I feel like these two, in their own rights, are perfect for you in JJK
Yuji and you both share some stuff in common, and he himself is a little ray of sunshine, so you have some common ground there
Megumi would also 100% provide you with oversized sweaters. I feel he likes it more than Yuji does sometimes
Both Yuji and Megumi would be down for some sweets though!! They both like sweets. They like them even more with you <3
They both are also loyal to you and each other, of course
Megumi would probably be a little more thrilled than Yuji to go on walks, but they'd both still go with you
Yuji is more of a manga reader, but Megumi is more of an anime watcher, so Megumi will watch with you while Yuji struggles not to make foreshadow-y jokes in the corner. It's really hard for him
I feel like you could get Megumi into photography, but I feel Yuji is more of a drawing/painting kinda guy. Regardless, he'll marvel at the photos you two take, and might even paint some of your photos as a surprise.
When you go to hang out with friends, Megumi has to stop Yuji from constantly texting you every hour. Megumi also misses you, but respects your space.
They both love to mess with your curly hair, and sometimes tease you on your height, but immediately stop if they see you're getting upset about it. Regardless, they never make more than a few jokes, and both encourage you to make jokes about them as well. Otherwise, they'd feel really shitty about it.
Megumi can understand being softer spoken around some people and louder around others, and doesn't exactly need any kind of explanation. Yuji however, will ask you directly, sometimes in front of other people, possibly embarrassing you. Megumi, of course, will come to your aid by smacking his fist on top of the bubblegum boys head and telling him to "cut it out."
Megumi shares your dislike for confrontation (source: Todo) but Yuji doesn't. If something happens that you need to confront directly, Yuji will offer to do it for you a million times over, seeing your discomfort in doing so. Whether or not you let him is up to you.
Yuji's main love language is definitely physical affection, so he's got you covered there. Megumi might take a little bit to get there, but his own main language is probably words of affirmation or acts of service. Doesn't mean he can't adapt tho!
Megumi and Yuji can both vibe with you, it's like a little party everywhere you go! They both like how nice and happy you are, and not a day goes by without them doing something with you.
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For AOT I match you with... *drum roll*
❥Jean Kirstein!
God I'm so jealous
This love-awkward fool stumbles over his own two feet and words whenever you are around.
I feel like he would have already been into photography before he got with you, but now that you're together, all he wants to do is take pictures of you. His favorite (you with a sunset behind you) is kept in his wallet at all times, and framed in his home.
He has a couple of oversized sweaters and sweatpants, but he labels those as his pajamas. He has no problem parting ways with them if you want them, though. He thinks they look better on you anyways.
Jean is grateful to have someone as smart and loyal as you. Being with Eren for long periods of time wears this poor man down.
He'll also tease you about your height, but thats just because he's so tall. He's also one to encourage you to make jokes right back at him though, it's only fair. But he absolutely loves your hair, always notices when you get it cut or styled a new way, and always compliments your eyes. He is rarely seen without a smile plastered on his face when around you.
I personally believe that Jean's favorite time of the day is sunset, and he loves taking walks with you around that time. It's how he got that photo of you in the first place. He'd also love to share music with you, and wants to hear the music you like. Jean is also a big reader, and would love to trade books with you.
Sometimes, Jean will take you to bookstores and you two each buy a book you both think you'd like, read them separately, then trade them and read the others' book. It's so fucking cute wtf
Jean would've watched some anime before you, but never really got into it. Now with you around, he might watch some of it with you, some of it not. It just depends. He's like those husbands that swear up and down not to be interested in their wives' reality tv shows, but still sit with her and ask her questions like he is interested. Because he secretly is. He might take better to manga, though. He never really thought to try that.
Jean would love to help you bake, but I feel like if he tried alone, he'd be shit at it and accidentally burn whatever he was baking. Poor guy. But, he's just happy to do something with you.
Jean doesn't have too much of a sweet tooth that I'm aware of, but that doesn't mean he'll turn down candy. He'll also never turn down your baking, even if its a flavor he doesn't like. The only way you'll know if he doesn't like a particular flavor is through either Connie or Sasha.
Jean is also another one who will offer to deal with the conflict himself, but if you decline, then he'll encourage you to get it over with, saying he'll be there as your support, and that everything is going to be okay. If you still decline, he'll give in and respect your wishes.
I feel like Jean's main language is quality time, in all honesty. Physical affection is a close second, though. So he'll be happy to give you all the physical attention you want.
Jean is all around very easy to get along with, unless you're Eren. He's very respectful and is crazy down bad for you, he'd do almost anything for you, and I mean that.
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the secrets you keep
who: spiderman!megumi x fem!reader synopsis: you and megumi fushiguro have been close since college started, always hanging out with the same group. you’ve spent countless nights being reckless, studying together, and struggling to pay the bill at the local diner near the campus. but after spider-man saves you one night, you became a huge fangirl of him... rather having an absolute crush on him—totally oblivious as to who spider-man is. can you figure out megumi's secret before it all blow up in your face? tags: spiderman au, regular(ish, i mean spider-man exists so) college au, 99% sure people r gonna be ooc, crack, fluff, friends to lovers perchance, smau(ish..??), probably not a consistent story (posting time wise), everyone aged up from 18-20, modern au, cursing, maybe suggestive references, angst if u can use a microscope at 1000x a/n: (lowercase work intended) HI HI HI guys I GOT THIS IDEA FROM @chososcamgirl SO TYSM also i randomly just got back into my spiderman fixation i just bought the spider-verse book which is so heavy it weighs my bag down at school pls help ngl the 2020 wattpad writer in me wants to come back out so whats up guys taglist: feel free to ask ! : )
table of contents
intros: here (not posted yet sorry guys) chapter one: ...under construction... chapter two: chapter three:
donuts
megumi fushiguro x f!reader
content: IMPLIED MANGA SPOILERS, hormonal pregnant reader, dad!megs, gojo being a dad to megumi
an: dad gojo this, dad gojo that. WHAT ABOUT DAD MEGUMI. anyways im sick and I am 90% sure I have covid but alas I spit this out before I study. it's like a reward.
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recently, megumi has been letting things happen.
and by recently, he means two years ago, when his little star boy was born. or even at large, five years ago, when he met you, his sun. an fellow sorcerer who he easily fell for, like it was something inevitable. something necessary, involuntary even - like it was the air he breathed or his heart beating.
and since then he’s been letting things happen. he’s been letting gojo come around - so that he can spend time with ash. so that ash can have a grandfather, not that megumi would ever say that out loud.
he lets nobara and yuuji spoil him rotten, lets maki teach him self-defense (which is just swatting at this point), and yuuta explain the rules of chess to him for hours even though ash barely has coordinated motor functions.
he lets things happen. especially when ash asks him, the pouty face that he’s entirely gotten from you pressed on his face. like today, when he feels a little fist tugging on the end of his shirt.
“yes, ash?”
“i want donuts.”
megumi squints, like he’s questioning him. every bit his son, ash has fully inherited the full breadth of megumi’s dna - dark hair, green eyes. but every one of his expressions, those are all all you.
“ash.”
“yes?”
“do you want donuts or does mommy want donuts?”
ash stands there for a few seconds, deep in thought, before answering.
“sticky wants donuts!”
megumi sighs, picking him up and dragging him out of the room with him, to find the culprit of this entire plot - you. that deliberation means that ash was trying to remember what it was you had told him. and truly, only you would use his unborn daughter against him.
he finds you splayed on the couch, a heating pad pressed into the small of your back, as you talk, directed down to your stomach to tsumiki. or sticky, as ash calls her since he can’t pronounce all the syllables just yet.
“megs?”
“yeah?”
“i thought of a name for her.”
megumi leans against the counter, half turned away from you, where he watches gojo and ash snuggled up on the couch, ash excitedly explaining the plot of his current favorite movie to gojo. gojo’s all too absorbed, though he does get offended every time ash says that elsa is cooler than him. and even more offended that when gojo calls elsa pretty, ash says that elsa would never like him.
“well. ash is our little star boy. his name is perfect for him. and you’re my blessing so megumi is perfect for you. but our little girl-”
you reach forward for his hand, placing it on top of your teeny tiny bump, which just started protruding, as you squeeze his hand.
“she’s precious. she’s our only girl and, and she’s so gentle already. ash was a little heathen, always kicking and excited in there. but she’s so soft, i already know she’s special. she should have a name that reflects that.”
megumi reaches up, cupping the side of your face, where tears are now sprouting out of your eyes. one of megumi’s favorite things about you being pregnant, besides the disgusting concoctions you eat because of your cravings, is this. your out of whack hormones that have your lip jutting out, that little whiny, cute pout he fell in love with on your face at all times.
“what’s the name, sweetheart?”
“tsumiki.” you whispers.
you look up at his green eyes, wide and filled with an emotion that you can’t quite discern. and you can feel the immediate panic at the reaction and try to backtrack as fast as you can. surely, he’s simmering with rage under there.
why would you name your daughter after his dead sister?
“megs. i-i just thought it would be nice because i never got to meet her and i know she was special to you. i’m not saying she’s replacing her, but i just-”
megumi puts his hand on your mouth, his finger brushing across your soft lips, as he pushes you into his embrace, hugging so hard he’s sure even the baby, tsumiki, must be feeling it. he holds you there for a while, not saying much, as his hands rub into the small of your back.
and you wait for it, because you know megumi like the back of your hand. touch first, words second. and right on cue, minutes later, you hear it, the soft whisper on your skin that makes your cheeks burn.
“my tsumiki would have really loved you, you know that?”
you look up from the conversation you were having with tsumiki - telling her that she always has to side with you and ash instead of megumi - to find him standing there, glaring at you.
“hello, love of my life.” you say, tapping the spot on the couch next to you.
megumi takes the seat, trying to hide the smile on his face, as he gives you a suspicious look. he places a kiss to your temple before placing his hand over your bump, something he does every time he walks into the room. it’s his way of saying hello to her.
“sweetheart.”
“yes, megs?”
“ash is telling me that sticky wants donuts.”
“stickyyy does want donuts. and ash does too.” you respond, giving him your best smile.
“you know, if you want something from me, you don’t have to use my son and my unborn child against me to get it.”
“how dare you bring tsumiki into this. she wants donuts, that’s why i’m craving them. take it up with her.”
ash crawls into the space between you two, resting his head in your lap and his legs in megumi’s as he reaches forward to tickle his sides, eliciting a screaming laugh from ash who is begging him to stop. you smack megumi’s hands off, running your hands through ash’s dark black locks as he calms down and looking at megumi. you pinch ash’s side a little, giving him a non-discrete wink.
“daddy. I really want donuts.”
“oh im sure you do ash. i’ll go get them” megumi responds, swinging his legs off and standing up.
“can i come?” ash asks, excitedly wrapping his hands around his knees.
“buddy. it’s nap time. you have to sleep.”
ash juts his lower lip out, mustering the frowniest face he can, as his little green eyes look up into megumi’s. and of course, he immediately gives in, because he can never say no to his little star boy.
“fine. get your shoes.”
ash turns excitedly to you, giving you a grinning smile.
“did i do good, mama?”
“perfect, star boy. just like i taught you.”
ash excitedly runs off as megumi gives you a soul crushing glare, which you pointedly ignore. the two of them shuffle out of the apartment, the smile spreading across your face as you watch megumi swing ash onto his back to close the door.
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an hour later, megumi walks into his apartment to find you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo on his couch. the three of you are crouched over the table and he can see that your face is all pink, surely from crying.
ash runs into the apartment, taking turns giving everyone a big hug, before climbing into gojo’s lap, and reaching up to play with gojo’s hair. megumi sets the box of donuts down and takes the seat next to you, wiping the wetness away on your cheek.
“hi y/n.” he whispers.
“h-hi megs.” you whisper back, interlocking your hands with his to squish.
he smiles as he reaches for the box of donuts, equipping you with the maple bar he knows you’ve been craving, as he watches you nearly inhale it in five seconds.
“god. you’re like a vacuum.” nobara says, a horrified look on her face.
“s-not me. miki.” you respond, now pounding through your donut.
“are you really blaming it on your unborn daughter?” nobara asks.
“she blames everything on her. yesterday, she made me come all the way out here just to hand her the remote because it was too far away. claimed that the baby really wanted to see me at that second.” megumi deadpans, earning laughs from the group of them.
“she did.” you respond, defensively.
megumi leans his arm against the back of where you’re sitting, twisting one of your locks of hair in his fingers. he looks over at the table to find an array of colorful ribbons on the table, which he’s sure is the culprit of your crying since the baby section at target always works you up.
“what’s that?” he asks.
“nobara and yuuji gifted us a ribbon set for the baby. we can use it when tsumiki’s hair gets long, do little ponytails in her hair and put cute little ribbons in them.” you respond.
megumi can feel his throat constricting at the thought of it, the wave of emotions that have been resurfacing lately reaching his cheeks. he gives gojo a look and you a kiss on the cheek, before he stands up and heads to the kitchen, focused on brewing a cup of coffee for himself.
you frown as you watch him walk away, nobara and yuuji halfheartedly asking him if he’s okay as he waves them off. you turn to gojo, giving him an inquisitive look, as gojo places ash in between nobara and yuuji.
“is he okay?” you whisper.
“let me talk to him first.” he responds, giving you a reassuring smile. you watch gojo run off behind him, the two of them leaning against the counter as they talk in hushed voices.
“it’s the ribbons isn’t it?” gojo asks, watching ash play rock paper scissors with an overly enthusiastic yuuji from afar.
megumi doesn’t respond, instead focusing on stirring the spoon through the coffee he freshly brewed.
of course, it’s the ribbons.
after gojo took tsumiki and megumi in, megumi made it a point to not ask gojo for much. a facet of his childhood stubbornness, of course. though gojo was more than willing to throw his money in any direction, megumi was in no part receptive to that. except in april, when tsumiki’s birthday came around.
after watching her stare at ribbons in windows as they passed, complimenting strangers on the train on how pretty ribbons looked in ponytails, megumi made it a point that when he could, he would buy them for her. god forbid, she would never get them for herself.
so he asked gojo, awkwardly knocked on his door well after bedtime and shyly asked. and of course, gojo never disappoints, buying every color, array, fabric of ribbons for tsumiki to wear in her hair to school now. and he watched her do it a hundred times - the satisfied smile she gave herself in the mirror every time it fell perfectly before walking away.
and the thought of watching his daughter, being the one putting the ribbons in her hair and getting that little smile on her face, is too much for megumi at the current moment.
“don’t ask dumb questions, gojo.” he responds.
he turns around to face the same way as gojo now, watching the four of you have the most intense rock paper scissors battle he’s seen yet. granted, you’re all letting ash win but trying to predict his moves gets more difficult as time goes on.
“did y/n tell you what we’re naming her?” megumi asks.
“no.”
“tsumiki.” he responds, not missing the soft smile on gojo’s face.
gojo smiles, squeezing megumi’s shoulder. one of the nice things about megumi becoming a father is that he finally understands gojo’s frustrations. of what it feels like to see your kids in pain and not being able to do anything about it.
“not my idea, by the way. all y/n.”
gojo focuses in on you, on how you look over and give megumi a big smile which he returns, before focusing back on ash.
“i guess these things always have a way of working themselves out, megumi.”
“what do you mean?”
gojo inhales, twisting his sunglasses in his fingers before placing them in his pocket.
“tsumiki always had a way of reading your mind. every time you and i would argue, she was always the one who soothed you down and not me. i-i was never really good at that. and you lost her but you got y/n. and she does it for you now. ash does too. i-it just worked out megs, that’s all.”
and megumi looks over - at his sun, his star boy, and soon to be the most precious thing he’s ever had. and he knows that gojo is right. That he’s been letting things happen lately, because that insurmountable heaviness that’s been on his chest for years has finally been lifted. that it’s there, but he can breathe through it now.
not that he would ever tell gojo. he'll just enjoy a donut with his coffee instead.
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hold me in your arms (like the night hugs the moon)
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ m. fushiguro x reader. fluff. no pronouns mentioned. ★ midnight cravings lead to hearing something unexpected.
“Do you think about me?”
You bite your lip, inwardly cursing at the hopeful tinge in your voice. Where did that even come from? You just came to the kitchen to heat up your ramen, how did you get here?
Doubt claws at your insides as the intoxicating smell of his faint mahogany cologne that you’ve always thought smelled more like spiced apples and the honeysuckles from the hand lotion he likes to use tickles your nose. You try not to breathe in the familiar scent too deeply even though you really want to.
With his body still pressed flush against yours, Megumi studies you.
“Do you think about me?”
Your heart thumps uncomfortably in your chest. “I don’t.” Liar.
“I do.”
Your hopeful eyes flit to his, searching his face for any hint of a joke and his serious gaze stops you in your tracks.
“You still don’t get it, do you?”
And then suddenly he’s all over you.
Your brain numbly manages to process just how tall he is when he softly molds his forehead to yours. Like he can’t get enough of the warmth seeping through your flimsy pajamas and into his bare skin, and if he stopped touching you he’d start dissolving into ash.
It’s also getting even harder not to think about how good he looks. He’s just wearing his usual black, oversized shirt but you tell how hard he’s been training from the way his arms feel under your fingers right now.
You swallow, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry under his intent stare.
“Don’t get what?”
“Everytime I look up at the stars I see your eyes instead. When there are flowers growing on the side of the road, I can’t help but think of how much you’d like them.”
Megumi pauses, taking a moment to gauge your shocked expression, letting his gaze linger on your lips before looking directly into your eyes again.
“And whenever I pass by a stand making those stupid little custard filled fish, I remember that time you came whining like a baby to me about how bad your stomach hurt, even though I told you not to eat so many.”
His eyes stay on yours as you continue to gape at him. “So yes, I think of you.”
Your mouth opens once, then closes again, before you finally regain the ability to speak.
“You mean taiyaki, idiot. And I wasn’t whining that much!”
“You were. And I know what it’s called, smartass.” Rolling his eyes, he brushes his thumb against your cheek, trying to get something off.
“Hold still,” he murmurs. “Eyelash.”
“Oh.” Your voice doesn’t sound like yours when you speak. His touch feels so tender on your skin. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He leans in with a rare, tiny lopsided grin, which is way more attractive than it should be on any human and laces his fingers through yours. Oh.
He's so pretty that it hurts, and everytime he’s this painfully close your heart feels weird and more jumpy than usual and you swear that he knows what he does to you.
So close that you can see just how long his thick, dark lashes are which you’ve always thought just made him cuter ever since you went on your first mission together with him last year.
“You’re an idiot, by the way.”
“What?” You blink. Now he’s calling you dumb?
“I was planning to tell you all of this later at the cafe I mentioned in class yesterday.” He snorts, placing his hand on your head. “You know, at a normal, socially acceptable time to confess. Do you always need to be so impatient?”
Warmth flares in your cheeks. “No one told you to say all of that!”
“Really? Huh.” Megumi’s mouth twitches slightly. “Guess I’ll pretend this never happened, then.”
“That’s not what I meant.” You’re twisting the ring on your pinky finger.
He lifts a brow. “What did you mean then?”
“I mean… I like you too. A lot.” You mumble. Megumi’s free hand squeezes yours in response and your stomach flips.
“Good.” His lips quirk up. “Now put your ramen in so we can go to bed.” He nudges you in the direction of the microwave.
“But yours is still in there!” You protest, feeling a little light-headed from the sudden change of subject. “I was going to let you heat it up first.”
Megumi scoffs. “The microwave’s big enough for the both of us. Hurry up.”
The small smile that blossoms on your lips causes Megumi to look away and hide the growing blush on his face. “Okay.”
Right after you put your ramen cup next to his and press the timer’s button for three minutes, Megumi loops his arm under yours and around your waist, tugging you to his side with such ease that your brain goes numb.
“Hey.” He murmurs against your ear.
“Hi.” You say shyly, resting your hands just below his shoulders.
Megumi looks right into your eyes, before he speaks up again.
“I adore you.”
The words are so simple, and he says it so plainly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The moon rises and sets, fire is hot, the earth is round, and Megumi adores you.
You shiver when he brings you even closer, closer than before, making you exhale shakily against the column of his warm neck while your fingers grasp the fabric of his shirt tighter.
Megumi’s lips skim across your forehead with an aching softness, brushing against your skin as he murmurs once more before the microwave dings, signaling that the both of your cups of ramen are ready.
“Don’t forget that, stupid.”
megumi ‘igaf’ fushiguro
pls write more megumi!!!! i love how you wrote your recent fic ugh hes so perfecttttt
your wish is my command <3 tysm for enjoying sweetheart i’m glad you liked it ! :)
here comes the sun
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ m. fushiguro x fem reader. fluff. ★ car rides are more bearable when they’re with you.
It’s barely five minutes into the drive and Megumi’s already thinking that Itadori needs to have his license revoked. For life.
His hand darts over to cup the side of your head with a gentle yet firm grip, almost reflexively at this point, stopping you from hurling into the sidedoor after a particularly nasty jostle, for the third curse-forsaken time in a row.
“I think you missed running over a curb back there.” Megumi says dryly in the direction of the front seat.
A cool, summer breeze ruffles his hair as he carefully readjusts your head so instead of lolling to the side, it’s resting on his shoulder. There. That should be much more comfortable for you.
“Hey!” Itadori protests, hands a bit shaky on the wheel. He’s wearing pajama pants with little Spider-mans on them. “I’ve never been in a fancy car without a roof. I’m just getting used to her, that's all.”
“Her?”
“Yeah. Donna.”
Megumi arches a brow. “You named the car.”
“I mean that’s what sensei called her.”
“…Of course he did.”
“Can you two shut up?” Nobara hisses. She’s clad in her own Powerpuff Girl pajamas and Her eyes are still covered by the pink sleep mask that came as a matching set with your pants but you gave it to her instead . “We’re trying to sleep.”
“You are. She’s been knocked out.” Itadori points at you, who’s clinging onto Megumi’s arm like a koala.
“Only because I made sure you wouldn’t wake her up with your shitty driving.” Megumi scowls, curling a protective arm around your waist as the car swerves a little too far left for his liking. His Batman pajama pants brush against your Hello Kitty ones as his thigh bumps against yours, and if you were awake he knew you’d make a joke about them kissing.
“Eyes on the road, idiot.”
Itadori huffs and turns back around to face the wheel. Thankfully you’re still snoozing away, although the way you’re nuzzling into his neck is starting to make him feel a little warm.
Maybe he should have taken his jacket off and put it on top of your blanket.
They pass a herd of cows and Megumi can’t help the upward tug of his lips, remembering your excited squeals when they passed one earlier just an hour ago, chanting ‘Gumi look, Gumi look!’
“I see them,” he had said, more focused on readjusting your seat belt that had somehow unbuckled itself.
With a grin you pointed to a pair that was grazing near a patch of berry bushes. “Those two kind of look like us.”
He finally looks up after making sure you’re safely fastened, hand still softly resting on your waist.
“You’re right, one looks like it doesn’t even know it’s eating grass.”
The pleasant memory of your giggles are drowned out and he narrows his eyes as of course, Itadori and Nobara choose that moment to crank up the radio. It’s a band he never cared for, but remembers the name of along with the lyrics to a few songs because he knows they’re your favorite.
“Turn. It. Down.” Megumi mouths at them, but it’s too late and you’re already starting to blearily open your eyes. The boy that has you tucked beside him sighs in defeat.
On your side of the car, the sun is starting to set and it casts a soft, golden glow like a blanketed halo on your cheekbones down to the tip of your nose, to your cute lips. The rays caress your face in a way he only does in the privacy of his room, with you gently pinned underneath him.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Itadori grins, handing his phone to you. “Can you check if I’m going the right way real quick?”
You lean forward and blink against Megumi’s strong arm that’s suddenly in front of you, still half-asleep.
“Don’t tell her to do it, dipshit, she just woke up.” He glares at Itadori, taking the phone from him instead and taps the screen a few times. With his head leaning to the other side once he rests back into his seat, he wordlessly makes space for you to rest yours on his shoulder again and you do so happily.
“You were supposed to make a U-turn ten minutes ago.” Megumi deadpans as you yawn, still drowsy from your nap.
“Oh fuck.”
The four of you are finally at the picnic site, after what seems like driving for hours.
“Megumi!” You bound up to him like an overexcited puppy, and he bites back a laugh at your eagerness to show him whatever you found. “Close your eyes.”
If it was Itadori or Nobara, he would have definitely asked “Why?” before they pulled another one of their endless pranks on him but since it's you, he shuts them.
There’s a cool sensation that glides against his ear, and he realizes it’s a petal. You’re tucking a flower into his hair, you must’ve found it under the tree where they parked. His eyes flutter open and he’s met with your familiar, adoring stare that never fails to twist his stomach into knots.
“It’s a peach blossom. Pretty, um, like you.” You mumble, suddenly shy as he gazes down at you with the barest hint of a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
No one’s around, Itadori and Nobara have long gone to find the perfect spot to set down the blanket, and Megumi brushes a quick kiss to your temple.
“Thank you.”
The peace of the afternoon is short lived when he walks with you to meet up with Nobara and Itadori, who have somehow attracted a group of ducks from the nearby pond. One nips at Itadori’s butt, who narrowly manages to dodge it while Nobara is holding her Balenciaga purse high out of the feathered menaces reaches. “Stop that, this was almost two hundred thousand yen!”
Megumi rolls his eyes and barely manages to stifle a snort. He holds your own purse that he’s been carrying this whole time steady for you as you dig into it and whip a paper grocery bag out.
“I have lettuce, don't worry guys!”
His midnight blue eyes glint with fondness as they follow your figure when you bend down to feed the ducks and kindly lead them away from the food that’s sprawled out on the picnic blanket, talking to them like you would with a baby kitten.
Oh he’s going to kiss you breathless later.
Nobara and Itadori nearly fall to your feet. “Our savior!” They cry in unison and you laugh, patting them both on the back. Your best friend then gets up and smacks Itadori with the side of her bag.
“I told you we should have left the chips in the car! Those ducks could have choked to death and it’d all be your fault.”
Your other best friend pouts. “But they were pizza flavored, I wanted to savor them under the flowers!”
“Ew.” Nobara says, already shoving one of them in her mouth, and she holds another chip up to your lips for you to try. “They taste gross, right?”
You chew thoughtfully, and sneak your hand into the open bag to get a few to feed Megumi. “Hm. Could be better.”
“Yeah it's kind of lacking,” Megumi says, his soft lips brushing against your fingers as he takes his another cautious bite.
“Don’t you three say that with your mouth full!”
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So the car got towed.
Gojo’s fuming and Megumi’s pretty sure he’s going to try grounding the four of you, but with a simple bribe of his favorite zunda and cream kikufuku courtesy of your culinary skills his forgiveness is easily attainable.
He absentmindedly wonders if you knead the delicious dough you make from scratch the same way you randomly pinch his cheeks.
The glow of the passing streetlights behind him reflects in your eyes like a thousand tiny, shooting stars and when he looks into them he swears he can see the Milky Way. They’re fighting to stay open after you tiredly slump onto the train’s last empty seat, sandwiched between Nobara and Itadori’s already dozing forms who were scrolling through nail art ideas with you just moments before as he occasionally made comments when you prompted him to, “Would look cute on you” and “That color’s nice” falling from his lips. His eyes soften as he looks at you.
“Gumi…” You softly murmur and his head perks up.
“Yeah?” He leans in closer to hear you, and bites back a chuckle as you mumble something unintelligible. “It’s okay, go to sleep. I’ll stand here and watch you guys.”
“M’kay. ‘Night ‘night, love you.” Is all you whisper before passing out.
“I love you too,” Megumi mutters under his breath, low enough so that it falls on no one else’s ears in the car. You can’t hear him because you fell asleep before you could, but he doesn’t care, he says it anyway and hopes that as his words linger in the air it brings you sweet dreams.
He notices the faint goosebumps on your thighs and takes off his jacket in one swift motion to cover your lap. You’re wearing a shorter skirt than usual today, and like hell he’d let you freeze because of the train’s air conditioning.
His burning eyes flick up from your unaware, adorably blissful face to shoot a scathing glare at the man who’s been glancing your way since you got on the train, and steps closer to shield you entirely from his view. The intimidated stranger looks away quickly, and a small, victorious smirk makes it way across his lips.
That’s right you were his girl, and he’s going to make damn sure everyone knows that.
WHO WHIMPERS THE MOST IN BED. /(//●/♡/●//)/
jjk megumi pinning us to a wall and drunk confessing!!!!
#loveyou!!
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Warning(s) - None besides alcohol consumption.
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
"Itadori! Have you seen Fushiguro around? I've been looking for him," you say worriedly, silently grabbing onto Itadori's arm and lightly tugging him closer to you, your lips ghosting over his ear so that he could hear you clearly over the too-loud music.
The pink-haired male turns to you, eyes narrowing before his gaze quickly flicks over the entirety of the room – a silent search for the unaccounted for Fushiguro. He shakes his head, his eyes returning to you, irises softening at the worried look that passes over your face.
"I haven't. But the last I saw of him, he was at the bar getting himself and Kugisaki something to drink," Itadori admits, frowning as you release his arm, turning your body halfway so that you can get a better look at the bar.
You smile at him in thanks before weaving your way through the crowd, muttering out "excuse me's" and "pardon me's" as you walk to the bar, leaning against it and peering around in search of Fushiguro, hoping that maybe you had just overlooked him by accident.
But the bar is occupied by random people that you don't know, none of them are Fushiguro. An exasperated sigh leaves your parted lips as you turn from the bar, leaning your back against it and scanning the dance floor.
In the center is Kugisaki, hand-in-hand with Maki and dancing to the upbeat music played by the DJ, who occasionally yells into his microphone to keep the club in full swing. Your lips turn upward in a smile as you continue to allow your gaze to wander about the club.
Finally, you spot that familiar tuft of jet-black hair halfway across the club, haphazardly holding onto a half-empty glass and leaning against one of the booths – one occupied by Yuuta and Inumaki. You find yourself smiling, making your way through the crowd and approaching the booth.
"Fushiguro!" You lift a hand to wave as you move closer to the booth, not failing to notice the gentle pink hue that coats Fushiguro's cheeks – it makes you wonder just how much he had to drink. You hadn't expected him to drink so much, especially considering that he had warned both Itadori and Kugisaki to "take it easy" before any of the four of you had stepped into the club.
He turns to you, stumbling on his feet and placing down the glass that he had been holding, not caring about the high-pitched clink that it makes from how roughly he had set it down. "(Y/N)?"
You giggle lightly, catching him as he walks over to you, hands on his arms to steady him. His eyes flicker up to meet your own, narrowing in order to decipher just who you were before his lips purse. You lift your hand, brushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead.
"Yeah, it's me. Why don't we get you some water?" you offer, steering Fushiguro to sit across from Inumaki, then looking around for a waiter who could give you the water that Fushiguro definitely needs.
The raven-haired man shakes his head, fingers clasping around your wrist and tugging you clumsily to the dance floor. You follow, allowing yourself to be dragged around by Fushiguro, though you're definitely confused by his spike in boldness.
"C'mon," Fushiguro mumbles, his voice completely drowned out by the booming music playing over the club's many speakers. Your eyes narrow in confusion as Fushiguro stops just at the edge of the dance floor – located near the back of the club itself.
You tilt your head curiously at Fushiguro, his hands now settled on your hips, fingers lightly squeezing you. Your cheeks flush, shocked at the sudden contact — Fushiguro had never been this direct with anyone let alone you for that matter.
“Megumi?” you inquire, glancing down at the pale hands that hold onto your waist as if you would vanish into thin air should his grip loosen. “Are you okay?”
“M’fine,” he slurs, swallowing the growing lump in his throat as his head drops to the junction between your collarbone and shoulder. “Jus’ wanna be near you.”
You flush from head to toe, feeling your entire body light aflame as Fushiguro pulls you impossibly closer, his grip only tightening around you. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears, pulsating in a way that is borderline uncomfortable.
“Here, let’s go outside,” you say quietly, linking your fingers with Fushiguro’s and leading him to the back entrance of the bar. You push the door open, sighing thankfully as the cold night air licks at your skin like an excited dog — contrasting greatly with the stuffiness inside the bar itself.
Slowly, you lower Fushiguro to sit on one of the small wooden chairs that the bouncer must’ve left outside. You sit down cross-legged on the chair beside Fushiguro, bravely leaning your head against his leg as he remains quiet, simply staring out at the busy road that the back of the bar faces.
“I love you y’know,” Fushiguro says bluntly, not reacting even as you swivel to face him, a look of shock passing over your face at his blatant confession. You stare silently at him, wanting to see if he would continue without you prompting conversation — and continue he does.
“Jus’ everything about you; your smile, your eyes, your demeanor, everything,” Fushiguro finally turns to look at you, staring silently into your awestruck eyes. Your lips tremble, struggling to decide whether they should turn upward in a smile or downward into a frown (likely because you thought that Fushiguro was bullshitting you).
“And I want you to be mine (Y/N). And I want to … to be yours,” Fushiguro says, reaching a hand over and lacing his fingers with your own, squeezing. “Please.”
Chuckling gently, you return the affectionate squeeze of his fingers, leaning up and pressing a fleeting kiss to Fushiguro’s cheek. He stills, watching as you rest back on your legs, keeping your gaze locked with his own.
“Let’s sleep on it, then we’ll talk, yeah?”
Fushiguro nods, closing his eyes and smiling at the lingering warmth that your lips left behind. “Yeah … okay.”
THISBWAS SO CUTE ILYSM FOR THIS 😢😢😢
hey hey!!! I read your social anxiety fic with megumi and just wanted to say first, that it was amazing like actually shit got me tearing up at how sweet it was 😭
And secondly!! Could I maybe request a Megumi x Reader who tends to cling on people she trust's arms alot? But after meeting Megumi she starts to only cling to him. Like full on arm wrapped around his one arm. Sorry if it's too much and have a nice day!!
⠀⠀⠀⠀CLING-CLINK .ᐟ
megumi fushiguro x 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.
☆ before meeting you, megumi often sees you around school, always clinging into yuuta's arm, even satoru gojo's arm like when a child learns how to cross the street and have to hold into their parents, until he meets you.
fluff, p.s i'm sorry if i don't make your request good enough, but i hope you like it :)
megumi fushiguro stood in the distance, his gaze fixed on a scene unfolding across the school grounds. the golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows, creating an almost surreal backdrop. among the students scattered about, one figure caught his attention. you were walking with satoru gojo, clinging tightly to his arm, your face lit up with a radiant smile. gojo, as always, exuded his usual charm, his blindfold hiding his eyes but not the amusement on his face. the two of you seemed completely absorbed in your conversation, oblivious to the world around you.
megumi squinted, trying to place you. you looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite pinpoint where he'd seen you before. the way you clung to gojo's arm so naturally, so effortlessly, stirred something in him. it wasn't jealousy, exactly, but a mix of curiosity. “who is she?” megumi wandered to himself, watching as you laughed at something gojo said. “and why is she always so close to him?”
he had noticed you a few times before, always attached to someone else's arm— mostly your teacher, satoru gojo and the second year student, yuuta okkotsu, always so animated and lively. it wasn't just gojo; you seemed to have a habit of clinging to people. it puzzled him. was it a sign of affection? a need for reassurance? or just a part of your personality?
megumi wasn't one to judge, but he found it difficult to understand. he preferred his own space, his own quiet corner of the world. the idea of being so physically close to someone, especially in such a public setting, was foreign to him.
as he watched, gojo said something that made you throw your head back in laughter, your grip on his arm tightening momentarily. the sight brought a small, involuntary smile to megumi's face. there was something undeniably endearing about your openness, your willingness to express joy so freely. still, the question lingered in his mind. why did you always cling to people like that? was it a habit, a comfort, or something more?
yet he found himself another encounter of you with his senpai, yuuta okkotsu. that day megumi fushiguro stood in the shadow of a tall tree, his eyes scanning the school grounds as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over everything. his gaze settled on a familiar figure in the distance. you were walking with yuuta okkotsu, your arm firmly looped around his as you strolled together.
yuuta, with his kind and calm demeanor, seemed perfectly at ease with you by his side. he wore his usual gentle smile, listening attentively to whatever you were saying. your animated gestures and bright laughter filled the air, making it clear how much you enjoyed his company.
megumi's brow furrowed slightly as he watched. you, always close to someone, always with that same cheerful energy. it was almost like you thrived on the connection, the physical closeness to others. “why is she always like that?” megumi thought to himself, his mind drifting back to the other times he'd seen you, clinging to one, two, max three people around the school. it wasn't just yuuta—he'd noticed you with others too, always the same, always so tactile and open. he couldn't help but feel a bit perplexed.
as you and yuuta continued to walk, yuuta said something that made you laugh, your grip on his arm tightening slightly, just like how you were with gojo. the sight brought a small, involuntary smile to megumi's face. there was something undeniably endearing about your openness, your willingness to express joy so freely and without reservation.
but the same question remained. why did you always cling to people like that? eas it a habit, a comfort, or something deeper?
“maybe she's just really friendly,” he mused, recalling how at ease you seemed with both gojo and yuuta. “or maybe she needs that kind of connection to feel secure,” he thought about the way you laughed with gojo, how your whole face lit up with genuine happiness. then he remembered how relaxed and content yuuta looked with you by his side, as if your presence was a natural part of his day. it wasn't just that you clung to people; it was the way you seemed to bring out something brighter in them, a lightness that megumi couldn't ignore.
“is she like that with everyone?” he wondered. “or is there something special about gojo and yuuta?” the thought nagged at him. he couldn't quite place why it bothered him so much. was it jealousy? curiosity? or simply a desire to understand something so different from his own nature?
megumi fushiguro sat in the shadows, watching you from afar, his mind swirling with a thousand 'what ifs.' he couldn't understand why such a simple thing—someone clinging to another—bothered him so much. it was common enough, something he saw every day, yet whenever it involved you, it gnawed at him. he wonder and wonder why, how, where, and when about you. it's just a simple thing, everyone clinging to everyone, but why does it bother him that much?
“why does it affect me like this?” he thought, frustration bubbling inside him. “why do i care so much?” it wasn't just about you clinging to others. it was how people reacted around you, how comfortable they became in your presence. they acted as if having you wrapped around them was as natural as breathing, as easy as walking, even though it should have been a hindrance. it baffled him how seamlessly you fit into their lives.
how he feel if he's the one you clinging to?
at one point, the one 'what if' crossing his mind, the thought slipped, unbidden, and since that day, megumi couldn't shake it. the curiosity melted inside him, merging with his blood, becoming a part of him. every time he saw you, the question lingered, refusing to let go.
days turned into weeks, and the thought only grew stronger, until one day, fate gave megumi a chance to get to know you. he approached cautiously, his usual stoic expression hiding the turmoil inside. he found you to be warm, bright, full of life. your energy was infectious, your smile lighting up even the darkest corners of his mind.
he worried that he might extinguish your light if he got too close, afraid that his touch might dim your radiance. but then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, you wrapped your delicate arms around his. megumi's heart raced, pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears. he'd never felt anything like this before. it was as if a bell rang inside his mind, each beat of his heart echoing with the sound. your touch was gentle, yet it set his nerves alight, a single act of affection that shook him to his core.
in that instant, megumi realized why it had bothered him so much. it wasn't just about the act of clinging; it was about the person. It was about you. the thought of you being close to others had ignited a jealousy he hadn't recognized, a longing he hadn't understood.
and now, as you clung to his arm, megumi swore he could feel his world shift. in that moment, he knew that your warmth, your light, was something he wanted to protect, to cherish. and for the first time, he welcomed the feeling, embracing the connection you offered with open arms.
“fushigurooo,” your honey voice, echoes through the wooden wall of your school. a bright smile reached your eyes, shaping them into crescents as you skipped your way over to him. you were always full of life, a burst of sunshine on even the dullest days.
yuuta was there, but you don't even spare the boy a glance, your arms finds their own home naturally— megumi's arm. the second year and the first year decided to go on break after the training that day, strolling around tokyo for treat with gojo's money.
“fushiguro, how's your day?” you ask him, smiling as you look up at the taller boy. megumi looks down at you, watching how you comfortably clung around his arm, refusing to let go.
smiling, the blue-irised boy answered, “it was good, y/n, how's yours?” he pulled his arm closer to his body, and with his expectation you followed along until there was no void, a distance megumi refused to stand. the tumultuous roads of tokyo, but all he could ever listen to was your sweet voice, telling him about how's your day going. the chaos of the city faded into the background, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, walking
the streets of tokyo were alive with energy, filled with the sounds of chatter, laughter, and the occasional honk of a car horn. despite the chaos, megumi's focus remained on you. you animatedly recounted your day, your voice a soothing melody amid the city's cacophony.
yuuta walked a few steps behind, giving the two of you space. he couldn't help but smile at the sight, understanding that something special was unfolding. gojo, always the observer, watched with a knowing grin from the back, making a mental note to tease megumi about it later.
as you continued to talk, your hand lightly squeezed megumi's arm. “and then, we tried this new dessert place. you have to come with me next time, fushiguro. the matcha parfaits are to die for.” megumi chuckled softly, his usual stoic expression softened by your enthusiasm. “i’ll keep that in mind. it sounds good.” you beamed up at him, your eyes twinkling. “it really is! oh, and guess what? i found this adorable bookstore tucked away in a side street. they have the cutest stationery.”
megumi nodded, listening intently, savoring each detail you shared. he found himself looking forward to these moments more and more, where he could just listen to you, forgetting about everything else.
the group eventually reached a cozy café, its exterior adorned with fairy lights and flowering plants. gojo, ever the generous mentor, insisted on treating everyone. you pulled megumi inside, your excitement contagious as you marveled at the menu. “what are you getting, fushiguro?” you asked, glancing up at him with those bright, expectant eyes. megumi scanned the menu briefly before deciding. “maybe just a coffee and a pastry. what about you?”
you giggled, nudging him playfully. “you’re so predictable. i think i'll go for the strawberry shortcake and a matcha latte.” as you made your decision, megumi chuckled lightly at your predictable choice. megumi rolled his eyes at your comment, a light smile playing on his lips. “and you’re too extravagant with your tastes,” e teased, his eyes flickering over the menu, scanning the options before settling for a black coffee and a small blueberry tart.
“seriously, always with the sweets.”
as light as a feather, teasing lingering in his voice the moment his soft smile reached you. after placing your orders, you found a cozy corner to sit in. he followed you to the booth, leaning against it casually as they waited to order. megumi noticed how you made sure to stay close, your arm brushing against his side as you continued to cling to his arm. it was a small gesture, but it made his heart race.
“honestly, your sweet tooth knows no bounds,” he teased, eyeing the array of pastries behind the glass display case. “i’m amazed you don’t turn into a sugar cube after all the sweets you consume.”
“oh come on,” you retorted with a small giggle, smacking his arm playfully. “i don't consume that much sugar. it's called enjoying life, you should try it sometime.” megumi chuckled lightly at your retort, his gaze lazily drifting towards the pastries on display. “enjoying life is one thing. drowning it in excessive sweetness is another.” he shot you a teasing smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement.
you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance, giving his arm another light smack. “you’re just being a party pooper. i bet you're secretly jealous because I know how to savor the little things.” megumi chuckled again, enjoying the lighthearted banter. he found himself getting more comfortable as the conversation continued, the ease of your presence making it feel natural. but even with the casual teasing, a hint of affection snuck into his voice.
“jealous? if your sugar addiction? hardly.”
“shut up, just let me be,” you murmur, your voice tender and suffused with warmth. your arms, once wrapped around him, slowly release their hold and slide down to gently grasp his large hand. the warmth of your touch lingers through the fabric of his uniform, yet it ignites a searing sensation within him.
his gaze descends to where your hand clasps his thumb, noting the delicate strength in your touch. the crimson flush on your cheeks deepens as you avert your gaze, trying to hide the tumult of emotions roiling within. his heart quickens as he intertwines his fingers with yours, the connection between you both deepening with each intertwining motion.
in that quiet, intimate moment, the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. the warmth of your hands melds with his, bridging the space between your hearts, creating a sanctuary of understanding and unspoken promises.
as the minutes passed, the conversation flowed naturally. you talked about everything and nothing, your laughter a soothing balm to megumi's usually serious demeanor. the bustling café seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
when the food arrived, you eagerly shared your dessert with megumi, insisting he try a bite. he obliged, savoring the sweet taste and the way your eyes lit up when he complimented it. “this is good,” he admitted, causing you to grin triumphantly. “i told you so,” you replied, your voice filled with delight. as the day turned into evening, the group eventually decided it was time to head back. you clung to megumi's arm once more, your presence a comforting constant. megumi's mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, each one circling back to you.
and in that moment, he realized that having you by his side wasn't just something he tolerated. it was something he cherished. you were the warmth in his life, the light that made even the busiest streets of tokyo feel like home.
the touch of your hand intertwined with his began to stir something deep within him. the vibrant cityscape of tokyo seemed to blur into the background as he focused on the warmth that lingered between your fingers. it was in this quiet, intimate moment that a profound realization dawned upon him.
he recalled the countless times he had seen you with others—always reaching out, always seeking a connection. it wasn’t merely the physical closeness you sought; it was something far more significant. your gestures were not just idle habits; they were expressions of trust and comfort, woven into the fabric of your interactions.
but now, as he looked down at your hand nestled in his, the truth became unmistakable. since the first time he had encountered you, your warmth and openness had been evident, but with him, there was a different layer of you, how each layer you handed to him with an open heart. you had always clung to him with a special kind of trust, a quiet confidence that set him apart from everyone else.
a sudden wave of humility washed over megumi. the way you rested your hand in his, the way you leaned into his presence, spoke volumes about the depth of your feelings. it was clear now that you saw him as someone steadfast and reliable, someone worthy of your most genuine trust. this simple, yet profound connection was a testament to how much you valued him.
as he felt the gentle pressure of your fingers against his, megumi's heart swelled with a newfound understanding. the touch was more than a mere physical contact; it was an embodiment of the bond that had grown between you. he was the only person you had allowed to be this close, to hold your trust in such a profound way.
he squeezed your hand softly, a tender acknowledgment of the connection that had woven itself so seamlessly into their lives. It was a silent vow—a promise to cherish and honor the trust you had bestowed upon him. in that fleeting moment, as the city’s din faded into insignificance, megumi felt the weight of the trust you had given him and knew it was a precious gift he would hold close to his heart.
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I Got Your Bitch Movin'
part twelve | masterlist | part fourteen
Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro
Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. Megumi is TROUBLE! But we already knew that, didn't we? Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia. Words: 7.1k
Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.
The morning greets you as you lay in bed between the deathly limbo of wake and sleep. Your eyes are swollen, bleary. Thoughts aren’t yet yours and you can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking about the dreams of the previous night you had or if you’re starting to regain your own memories. There is a gnawing memory of feeling bitterly cold before you fell asleep. So it’s odd now that daybreak has arrived you’re practically lying in a pool of your own sweat. Your skin is coated and your forehead is drenched. It’s nice to be in Yuuji’s arms again at least. His chest is bare and you’ve never felt so at home with your face nuzzled into his skin. You snuggle in closer and he pulls you in tighter as you decide to go back to sleep. Regardless of your decision, your vision is greedy. You can’t refrain from opening up your eyes and looking at your surroundings. This isn’t your house. You left your house yesterday morning. In the car with Toji and Megumi. You went on a trip with your class. You spent the day with Megumi. You guys missed the bus. You went bowling. You argued. You stayed in the hotel with Megumi. With a racing heart and thrumming bass in your head, you sit upright and turn around. You hadn’t been in the arms of your pink-haired boyfriend. You’re cuddled up with your black-haired bully.
Fuck.
“The hell’s the matter with you?” Megumi asks after you scream the loudest you ever have and scramble out of bed. You fall to the ground and back away from him quickly. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. The morning sun creating the perfect shadows on his weary body. He looks like a demon.
The fact that he’s asking what is wrong with you is just like him. Isn’t he surprised that the two of you were all cosy in bed together? He’s always so nonchalant. Your breathing slows as you try and rationalise everything in your mind. By the blaring beat in your brain and the heaviness of your limbs, you deduct that you had been drinking last night. You don’t remember anything. He doesn’t seem hungover. So he’s likely as calm as he is because he does remember the details.
There’s no possible explanation that could justify why you were in bed together.
Let alone while he’s naked.
“Why are you in my bed? Did we—”
“No, we didn’t. And actually, O’Keeffe, you crawled into my bed last night because you were freezing. Nothin’ scandalous.”
“You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re naked under there. Please, Megumi, you need to tell me if I cheated on Yuuji.” you beg, hoping he’ll do the decent thing for once in his life and tell you the truth. He shakes his head, sighing. The duvet is pulled from his body as he reveals his bottom half still in his sweatpants and underwear. “Thank you, God.”
“If you hadn’t noticed, the receptionist wasn’t lying about the weather change for the festival. It’s boiling so I threw my shirt off in the middle of the night.” he tells you. Now it makes sense.
You probably would have been better off sleeping alone if you knew what temperature was going to replace it. Two warm bodies under one blanket was never going to work out well. He kept staring at you; or rather, the state of you. Covered in a gross, sheen layer of stickiness and your messy hair practically glued to your forehead. You watched him roll over and pick up a carton of cigarettes, lighting one up to smoke while he fell further into his bed. A morning ritual, you suspect.
But you’re wrong.
Like every other vice, smoking for Megumi is rare. He does it when he’s worked up about something. In this case, and all other cases as of late, you. The fact that you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere for the foreseeable also isn’t ideal. So what’s a little nicotine to take the edge off?
“You look like shit,” he laughs at your expense, instantly feeling at ease as the cancerous smoke tars his lungs. “I got you a glass of water for the side of your bed, you forgot to bring it over.”
“I’ll be fine after a drink and my aspirin. And… a shower. Maybe more sleep, too.” you inform him. He nods, agreeing, closing his eyes as he lets his cigarette hang between his lips. “What time is it?” you ask him. His eyes open again, unsure if he can be bothered to help you answer that question. But he rolls over again to grab his phone. 7:17am. He tosses his phone away and lies on his stomach with his cigarette holding hand resting above the ashtray on his side table.
You cannot bear the thought of being fully awake at such an ungodly time. It’s enough to make you dive into your own bed and quickly take your painkillers before lying back down. It’s stupid, you know, because really you should be using every second to your advantage to figure out how you’re going to get home. But you aren’t up to it. Tiredness and alcohol rage through your bloodstream and you know it isn’t a good idea to push yourself beyond your limits.
“More sleep… just five more minutes.”
“Fuck that, princess. I’ve set an alarm for 10.” he tells you. You turn over to face him and laugh. It sounds good. It’s still so early, you’ll be able to get plenty of things done if you wake up feeling better at that time. “Gotta call my dad again, and Gojo.”
“WHERE’S GERALD?” you yell sitting upright again as you search under your covers for your brand new shark plush. Megumi grunts and he throws him at you. “Ow.” you instinctively respond as he connects with your head. He is too soft to hurt you, it was just a reflex.
“I’m so fucking tired. You’re such a loud snorer.” he laughs, raising his head slightly to take another drag of his cigarette before he sinks back into his pillow. You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You have absolutely zero desire to waste your time arguing with him about whether or not you snore when there is valuable rest to be gained.
The alarm startles you as it practically screams and stabs through your nervous system. You’re all too familiar with the recognisable iPhone default alarm you’ve been conditioned to hate over the years of early morning classes. It doesn’t scare you as much as it does Megumi, though. The poor guy shocked himself straight out of bed. You can’t help but snigger, trying to keep your volume to a minimum as you roll away and pray he can’t see the smirk forming on your face.
He gets up for the first time that morning. It’s hotter than it was at 7am. The windows need to be open, he decides. The room is stuffy and unbearable. Much like he imagines the rest of today will be if you continue to be stranded.
“Better start making some calls.” Megumi groans.
Neither of you are sure where to start. And you’re beginning to think you’re going to have to swallow your pride and let your parents cover the cost of a cab back home. The idea gets stuck in your throat like a poorly swallowed tablet. You can barely think about it let alone go through with it. You’re sure Megumi will try and force you again, if Toji and Gojo are unreliable for a second day in a row.
It's cute, you think, watching Megumi struggle to choose which dad he wants to call first. Having a little more understanding about his past is giving you the opportunity to really see how much he cares about Toji. He doesn’t like him, not by a long shot. But you can see the obvious love there. The respect. The familial bond that he can’t seem to break no matter how desperately he tries to.
And that is why he calls him first.
It’s uncomfortable to watch the phone ring again and again. You suppose it is still pretty early. You aren’t sure what Toji’s sleeping pattern is like, but he hasn’t let either of you be late to class since you started carpooling. And he always seems fairly chipper in the mornings. It could be a caffeine fix, or something even peppier he might unknowingly share in common with his son. So is sleeping in a valid excuse to not answer the phone? It goes to voicemail, prompting him to try again. He growls when he’s met with the same disappointing outcome.
“Fucker. He’s ignoring me, you try.” he commands. You get up in search of your phone. Who knows where it ended up last night when you were falling all over the place when you returned to the room? It’s eventually found by Megumi when he helps join the search. It was in your pants pocket in the bathroom.
He holds it up and sees your screensaver. You and Yuuji. It makes him scowl and sigh before he tosses it to you. His box of cigarettes begins calling his name. You watch him flop back onto his bed and light another one up. He doesn’t know why he’s so irrationally angry. He doesn’t know what’s causing him to chain smoke like a damn chimney when it’s usually just an occasional pleasure. The edge needs to be taken off somehow, and he doesn’t think he can be bothered to make you cry this early in the day.
“He’s not ignoring you. No answer to me either, must be busy.” you tell him as you press the red button and put your phone down on the side table. You see Megumi start to type so quickly his thumbs become a blur. Likely scolding Toji for being a piece of shit father, as usual.
“Shady prick,” he mutters under his breath. You decide to let it slide and ignore the comment. There’s nothing you can say to make him see the good in his dad. The truth of it is that maybe you need to start truly seeing the bad. It’s in the flesh sharing a room with you right now, the bad. The monster that Toji spawned and couldn’t raise efficiently. He might be sweet to you, but if he can’t be sweet to his own kids it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make him a good person, the opposite, really. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. No need to pout, I’ll try Gojo.”
You watch his finger swipe through his hundreds of contacts as he tries to locate the relevant name. It makes you feel like a voyeur, seeing him do something so simple and human as looking for people to call. Part of you wishes you could see his screen. Is his surrogate father named in his contacts as Gojo or dad? Or maybe something different entirely, something derogatory to fit with the playfulness of Satoru.
“Megumi! Sorry about yesterday bud, I hope you and the future Mrs. Itadori behaved yourselves. Two crazy kids sharing a hotel room, hah? Sounds like a bad soap opera.” his voice instantly grates on you and Megumi regrets putting him on loudspeaker for you both to hear. You both groan loud enough for Gojo to hear and make him laugh.
“Separate beds, Gojo. And you’re on speaker so try to act your age for once in your life.” Megumi reprimands him as if he is the parent in the situation. It takes Gojo aback slightly, but nothing to knock his trademark annoying confidence off track. “My dad isn’t answering his phone, so, you’ll have to come pick us up today.”
“As much as I love your delightful manners, I can’t. And I must say Megumi it sure sounds weird to hear you call him dad for a change. It’s always been Toji for so long, what’s changed?”
“Slip of the tongue.” Megumi answers, immediately. You can’t tell if it’s guilt or embarrassment that has led him to correct himself to Gojo so hastily.
“You know, certain people can evoke special feelings in you. A challenging presence can make you see the good in the world and other people. Although Toji and I will never get along, I think it’s nice to hear you’re in a forgiving spirit and trying to make it work even after so many disappointments.”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“I’ll admit, it hurts a little. A man who barely raised you earns the title of dad but I’m just plain ol’ Gojo.”
“I’m not having this conversation over the phone, or ever, actually. What time are you coming to get us?” Megumi puts an end to the uncomfortable conversation you almost wish you hadn’t been present for. But overall, you’re glad. Hearing him be somewhat normal with someone as goofy as Gojo is heart warming to say the least. Perhaps there is some humanity in the monster born of Toji Fushiguro, after all.
“Call me dad and I’ll tell you.”
“No.”
“Alright, fine. I’m still out of town so it’ll have to be tomorrow.” Gojo sighs. It’s a crushing blow and you can’t tell who out of the three of you is more disappointed. Another day stuck in the hotel with Megumi. Admittedly it hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting thus far. But there’s still time. And Megumi is flippant, fickle. His mood and aggression towards you can change in the blink of an eye.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We’re out of town! What’s so important that you can’t drive a few extra hours to collect your stranded kid and a girl?” Megumi bites down the line. You sigh, huffing a strand of hair out of your face as you realise what you are to him. All you are to him is a girl. Not his victim. Not his classmate. A girl.
“Oh now you’re my kid, huh? Interesting. Doesn’t change anything though. I’m way out of town. As in I’m setting off tonight and I’ll be there in the morning to get you guys.”
“Hi, Gojo, it’s me. Obviously. I was just wondering what’s keeping you from setting off now and getting us tonight. I’m sure you can imagine how uncomfortable it is for me to be sharing a room with another man, a man who bullies me on a daily basis. And for Megumi to be sharing a room with… a girl, he loathes.” you speak up, Megumi rolls his eyes at your comment and opts to ignore you. He’s more intrigued to hear what Gojo has to say over putting you in your place.
“I doubt Megumi will be interested in the gory details but a man has needs. The needs just so happened to take me on a wild road trip and more attention gained than intended, not that I’m complaining.”
“Enough. Fine, Gojo. One more night but if you don’t show tomorrow we’re fucking done. Tomorrow morning, I mean it. Get us the hell out of here.” Megumi tells him sternly. You know he has the power to follow through on his words. And yet, you’re unsure if he’ll change his mind when it comes to Gojo.
“Don’t worry, Megumi. There’s only one father figure in your life who’s usually a no show, and we both know it isn’t me.”
The sound of Gojo hanging up the phone is almost eerie. A damaging melody that pricks through your veins. Megumi is visibly irritated, you’d be a fool not to see it. But it’s only because he knows he’s right. Gojo has never let him down in his life. Toji, on the other hand, only seems to let him down. It’s a bothersome truth that makes his hands begin to shake as he grips his thighs. If he wasn’t so volatile at all times, you’d comfort him. Rush to his side and take his hands in yours and tell him it’s going to be okay.
But you can’t.
Instead, you get out of bed and stand to your feet.
“I’m going in the shower,” you tell him. He watches you walk around your bed and head towards the bathroom door.
“Wait,” he speaks, forcing you to halt your actions and wait for him to continue. “I think we should go buy some festival clothes, today.”
“Why?”
“Are you dense? So we can go to the festival, obviously.”
“I keep getting into trouble when I do things with you. I don’t think it’s a good idea… I mean, you go. Call that girl and take her instead. I’ll just hang out here and work on my dissertation or something.”
“Shut up you’re not doing that. You don’t get into trouble with me because you’re a fucking angel. You live to please everyone and be a good girl, don’t you? It’s not trouble, it’s fun. Don’t you wanna have fun? It’ll be the first time in your whole life, I’m sure.”
“See, this, is not going to work. I’ve had fun but you wouldn’t know that because you, well, you know what you are. So you’re not going to manipulate me with your little mind games into thinking I need to prove myself to you. I don’t. Now, if you don’t mind. I’d quite like to shower.”
“Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll call that girl right now and go with her instead.”
“Great.”
“Yeah, great. Gonna have fun and I’ll probably bring her back here and have even more fun. You might want to figure out somewhere else to be tonight.”
His words grab your attention and he smirks at the way you pout. He promised. Even though you gave him the idea to call up the girl from the store you didn’t think he’d take it as far as to threaten to bring her back here. It’s your own fault, really, for thinking a single word that left his lips held any value.
“Don’t, you said—”
“I said? I said I wanna have fun today, so if you aren’t on board I’ll make my own fun. You’re not gettin’ in the way of my good time and if that involves me bringing a girl back to fuck, you aren’t going to stop me.” there he is. The real him. He’s such a bastard you can’t even think straight as you consider what an idiot you are time and time again. Each time there is a shred of decency in him it’s torn away moments later. A speckle of humanity replaced by a plume of toxic smoke.
“Shopping… sounds good. I’ll never turn down new clothes. So, lets have… fun.”
“Atta girl, that’s more like it.” Megumi snarls. “Hurry up O’Keeffe. Wastin’ precious time here. Gonna make today one to remember.”
No one brings out a worse side of you than Megumi Fushiguro. He’s seen you at your angriest and saddest. But for some reason his intentions have blossomed into something even more sinister, although it might not seem as such to your untrained eyes. He just wants to have fun, you think. He does, but there is a brand new goal in mind. The purity emanating off of you is just so sickening to him. Why have you got such a wholesome aura about you when he is completely and utterly rotten to the core?
Corruption.
That’s his new plan. You were closer to the truth than you knew when you accused him of getting you into trouble. Was it wrong of him to lie? Was it wrong of him to gaslight you and make you think that wasn’t anywhere near his intention? Of course. But Megumi Fushiguro rarely gives a fuck about what is right and wrong.
He has always wanted to ruin you. The method in how has grown into something new. Easier, he suspects. There is so much trouble he can really get you into. Ruin that perfect, sweet image you try so desperately to maintain whenever you can. He’s had enough of it. What is there to enjoy about being the way everyone wants you to be? There’s a little devil in you, he’s certain. He’s going to do everything in his power to force it out of you.
You don’t object when he suggests waiting outside of your changing room to confer with you about your outfit choices. He’s never felt like this before. A rich kid. Admittedly, the store isn’t expensive and the clothes aren’t designer. But being with you and seeing how willing you are to blow money from your parents credit card on whatever you want is making him feel like a cliché. He wasn’t rich growing up. Toji figures throwing money at the problem that is his son is as good a way as any to earn forgiveness. Megumi wasn’t about to object to that.
Each time you step out of the changing room there’s only one word permeating his sealed lips.
Skimpier
Skimpier
Skimpier
It’s the only thing he wants to say, but you both know he’s smarter than that. He manages to put a unique spin on the word and translate it into something more innocent. Something that will actually encourage you to obey without knowing he’s manipulating you. He hasn’t earnt that right yet. Despite having a good familiarity in such a short period of time on how to handle you, he isn’t quite where he needs to be with you yet.
Skimpier = I’m sure you can do better than that.
Skimpier = I like it, but I think the other girls here will go all out.
Skimpier = The colour is nice, but, do you really want to be shown up by me?
He’s finally satisfied when you emerge one last time from behind the curtain. It’s obvious you feel a little self conscious, though he’s confident a few compliments will get you out of your shell. You’re substantially taller than usual given your white, lace up, platform boots you’re wearing. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of Megumi in so little clothing. You’re essentially in a bra and panties. It’s more like a bikini, really, purple holographic material covering your intimate flesh. You found a pair of gem studded, white, fishnet tights to wear with it as well as a purple tutu. The tutu somehow makes you look even sluttier despite it adding an additional layer.
“Perfect,” Megumi grins, “Excuse me, miss? Do you have any accessories for the festival that might go with my friends outfit?” he asks. The girl turns around and your blood runs cold when you realise it’s the girl he gave his number to yesterday. She simply scoffs and barges by one of her co-workers who looks at her incredulously. She apologises on her behalf and picks up some purple butterfly hairclips for you to wear.
“I see people wear pigtails with these clips if that helps.” the assistant tells you. Megumi raises his eyebrows and nods thinking it’s a great idea. There’s something about pigtails that for whatever reason drive him wild. Maybe it’s the idiotic innocence of them. Grown women donning them in an attempt to look youthful and instead look like cock-hungry whores. There is something thrilling about the prospect of making you go off the rails and become a totally new person before Yuuji comes back from his trip.
He might not even recognise you.
“I’m not sure about this, Megumi.” you admit. He squints his eyes hoping it comes across as thoughts rather than disdain, urging you to continue. “What are you wearing?”
“Why tell you when I can show you?” Megumi grins as he steps into the changing room beside you.
You are standing for a good five minutes before you decide to steal the seat he had been sitting in. Whatever he’s picked must have a lot of accessories for him to be taking this long for him to be fully dressed. Even the sales assistant tries to keep you entertained with idle chit chat as you wait.
He emerges and you are almost lost for words. A lot of accessories was right. He’s wearing ridiculous flared blue jeans and has decided to go shirtless. You had no idea what kind of body he’d been hiding beneath his clothes the entire time but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so fucking defined. In fact, he has a similar body type to Yuuji. The reason he had taken so fucking long to get dressed is because he was covering his arms in plastic kandi bracelets. He also had a few matching necklaces on him and he is sucking on a strawberry lollipop as he leaned against the changing room door.
“Oh my… you look like a—”
“A what?”
“A slut, Megumi. You look, hah, you look like a total slut!”
“Perfect, so we match. Exactly what I wanted.” he teases back as he goes back to sucking on the lollipop. He reaches into the pocket of his new jeans and tosses another one at you.
“The fashion here is wild,” you say as you begin unwrapping the plastic packaging on your lolly, “is it a town choice or just for the festival? It’s very rave-y.” you ask the clerk. She nods, completely agreeing with you as soon as the words leave your mouth.
“Yeah, um, to be honest a lot of people are against the festival now. It started as quite a sweet wholesome event but it’s turned into a more youth focused event. An excuse to get drunk and mess around, really. So yeah, it’s pretty much a big rave nowadays.” she explains.
Your eyes find Megumi’s and he’s immediately raising his eyebrows in quick succession when they meet. Trouble. You know it and he knows it. But, as she said, this is a youth focused event. Megumi and yourself definitely qualify. He holds out his hand for you to shake; an agreement under the phrase ‘I’ll wear mine if you wear yours’. And honestly, you don’t see the harm if you both look so stupid.
The pair of you receive an array of disapproving looks as you sit and wiggle on the check out desks while the cashiers scan the items you’re wearing. You don’t particularly feel proud that you raise your leg for the man to scan your boots and more or less flash him your new bikini bottoms. Megumi spends far too long getting each individual bracelet and necklace scanned. But by the end of it all, they aren’t disappointed when you give them each a hefty tip courtesy of your credit cards.
“You’re dumb with money.” Megumi tells you.
“Look who’s talking!”
“You’ve always had money, but you’re still a little shopping addict. It’s new to me, I’m having fun.”
“Well I’m trying to have fun too. Wasn’t that what you wanted today?”
“You got me there,” he chuckles to himself. “I was thinking of something else fun we could do.”
Before you can answer, he’s pulling you into a fast food restaurant and holding your hand as the two of you run upstairs. He scans the area to make sure no one is around and drags you into the toilets. He shoves you against the sinks and lifts you up onto the edge. Your heart is pounding. It’s intense and heated and you feel like you’re being manhandled by Yuuji when he’s worked up after a shitty day at university. You wonder if he’s thinking about when he pressed his lips against yours at your parents house. He wonders if you’re thinking the same. Your chest is heaving and your eyes are vibrating. He watches as your vision alternates between his eyes and his mouth. Your mind is spinning and you’re under the weight of too many heavy emotions you can’t think straight. But despite all of that, you wouldn’t do this to Yuuji, would you?
He helps answer the question as he backs away from you a little and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re starting to worry he’s about to pull a condom out. But it turns out to be worse than that.
“This is fun.” he tells you, dangling a bag of cocaine in front of your face. He laughs at the slither of saliva that bulges down your throat as you gulp heartily. He knows you’ve never done drugs before. Other than when he spiked you, obviously. He could have laced the coke with anything. He’s playing the long game with you, you think. You shake your head, telling him you want nothing to do with the white powder.
“I don’t feel comfortable doing that, with you.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m fucking scared. Of drugs and you. I don’t know where I stand with you Megumi and I am too naïve and trusting to keep falling for your little tricks and schemes.”
“You think I did something to this?”
“I—”
“C’mere,” he mutters. He shoves your torso back until your head hits off the mirrored wall behind you. You gasp as he pries your knees apart, opening your legs. You quickly slam them shut but it’s a waste of time. He opens them again and gives you a warning look. “Hold still, and watch.” he commands.
He tips some of the coke onto your thigh and uses his pinkie finger to move it into a straight line. You look at him intently as he holds his right nostril with a finger and lowers his face down to the drug on your leg. It’s impossible not to stare as a raven head of hair moves further up your thigh and towards your cunt. He tilts his head, insisting that you hold eye contact with him as he consumes every last speck of coke onto his tongue.
You’re breathless by the end of it. But it isn’t the end. He shoves his little finger into your mouth to lick the remaining residue off him. He’s proven it isn’t laced, at least. Still though, there’s no fucking reason that you needed to obey. A fucking people pleaser through and through.
“Good girl,” he praises and coos as you hum around his finger, “it’s good, isn’t it? Wanna try it properly?” he asks. You’re hesitant. You know it isn’t right. You know Toji will kick his ass when he finds out he even suggested it let alone pressured you into it. But what can you say? You succumb to his will, nodding meekly and agreeing to his ridiculous stupid idea.
“How do I— I’ve changed my mind this is stupid. I feel stupid. Fuck, Megumi, I really hate you. You’re making me feel like a fucking loser as if it’s cool to do drugs, it isn’t. I don’t—”
“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I know it’s your first time I don’t think you’re stupid. ‘m gonna pour it out. I think you should lick it up instead of snorting it like me, don’t think you’ll like it.” his words soothe you a little and your fucking fluttering eyelashes are the picture of perfect innocence. God he’s excited to see what a mess you’ll be when you’re high together. He helps you down off the sink and trades places with you. He pulls his necklaces over his head and puts them down before leaning backwards and dusting coke between his pecks. “Use your tongue.” he instructs.
You reluctantly lean closer to him and stick your tongue out. Your big eyes are looking up at him for guidance, like he’s some kind of expert. To you, he is. He nods, spurring you on. Finally your tongue connects with his body. His eyelids shake a little as he tries to concentrate on keeping them open. You got a little further than you’re meant to, finishing off by lightly kissing his collarbone. He teased you, it’s only fair that you tease him back.
“I’ll be okay, won’t I?” you ask him. He jumps down and holds your shoulders, bending over a little so he can look directly into your eyes.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ fly, babe.”
He wasn’t wrong. You practically ran from the bathroom all of the way to the parade together. The pair of you were laughing the entire way, not quite sure what was so funny. You ordered a few shots of vodka together to enjoy while you waited for the floats to come down the street.
The atmosphere was surreal. Mostly teenagers and people in their early twenties standing in the streets dancing to the head hammering techno music that was drilling into your heads. Once you got bored of shots you moved onto jäger bombs, and by the time you got good and drunk your high wore off.
It didn’t stop either of you from having a good time though. You interacted with a few other party goers and didn’t bother to learn each other’s names. The music and good times were enough for all of you. You aren’t sure what came over you, but you decided to join the parade. You ran into the road and began dancing. Eventually, you were invited to dance atop one of the floats.
Megumi’s stomach was hurting from laughing as he watched you shake your ass and dance with the other girls on the float. If either of you were in your right minds, you’d likely be discussing how unbelievable it is that such a tiny coastal town has such a huge festival every year. It’s a tourist attraction now, you suppose, a lot of other people are from out of town like yourselves. Hence the fully booked hotels and the droves of people equally as intoxicated and high on life.
Megumi walks alongside the parade float, making sure not to lose you. You point him out to the girls you’re dancing with, each of them having no shame in telling you what a handsome boyfriend you have. He doesn’t hear them say it. And for once, you hold your tongue. You aren’t sure why you aren’t objecting to him being your boyfriend like you normally do. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk or because he’s actually being nice to you and taking care of you for a change. Maybe under the influence he has more potential as boyfriend material that you’d ever dare admit sober.
The sky is changing from bright blue the burning orange and pink before your eyes. You decide you’ve had enough of dancing and ask Megumi to help you down. He looks so different under such a romantic sky. The warm colours adding life to his pale face. He is handsome, the girls weren’t wrong. His problem is that he has such an ugly soul. And yet, this weekend, you think there’s a chance such a horrid interior could be fixed.
He pulls you back into the crowd and over to the outdoor bar for more shots. The two of you are disappointed when you’re told the bar is closing for the day. How are you supposed to carry on getting black out drunk now?
“The party is raging on by the beach, friends. Fire pit, tiki bar, dance floors. Start heading down and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the stereotypical surfer dude bartender informs you both. Megumi thanks him and takes your hand to guide you down to the beach.
It’s like a hive-mind as everyone has the same idea. Everyone walking in unison down to the beach to get served and continue the evening. You make it there fairly ahead of everyone else, but thankfully there’s a multitude of tiki bars set up to serve people their alcohol. Once you ingest another five vodka shots, this time with gummy bears, you head over to one of the dance floors.
You and Megumi stand apart as you dance on your own but watch each other’s moves. He’s impressed by the way you shake your hips and drop it low, the lack of confidence in your outfit seeming to now be a thing of the past as you parade yourself around as if you own the place. You watch him pause for a moment, snacking on one of his bracelets.
“I didn’t know they were edible!” you yell at him. He nods, pulling you nearer to him by your wrist and holding his arm up to you. Like him, you begin to nibble on the candy as you both simply change which foot your putting the most pressure on in time with the music.
“I think I want to have some more fun,” he tells you. You watch him pull his wallet out of his back pocket again and you assume he’s searching for more coke. You’re a little surprised when you see him take out a little yellow pill with a smiley face on it. He settles it on his tongue and sticks it out at you before swallowing.
“W-What was, ‘sat?” you slur, curious about what he just ingested.
“E, baby,” he tells you. “wanna try?” he cranes his head to line his mouth up with your ear, shouting so that you can hear him over the boisterously loud music.
Well, if he is having some, you have to follow suit. You’re matching his amount of drinks and drug consumption so far. You can’t let yourself down and fall behind now. At least – that is the rationale your drunken and dissolving mind is coming up with. You nod and squint your eyes at him. Like it’s obvious that you want a try. He takes another pill from his wallet. This time it’s pink with a little heart in the centre. He puts it on his tongue and sticks it out for you to take. You hold out your hand, hoping he will put it there instead, but he doesn’t budge.
“Give it to me.” you order, but he shakes his head.
“’ake it.” he replies, speaking as best he can with the pill comfortably on his tongue. You reach your fingers up to grab it but it quickly withdraws into his mouth. You repeat this another three times before you huff in annoyance and exhaustion. He sticks his tongue out even further, wiggling it around like you’re a horse with a carrot dangling in front of your face.
And you’re a fool, because you submit. You lean forward and he catches your hips in his hands as your lips make contact with his. He pushes the ecstasy pill from his tongue to yours and it practically slides down your throat. That should have been the end of it. But of course, it wasn’t. You can justify it all you like by telling yourself you’re drunk. You aren’t in your right mind and God dammit you’re missing Yuuji. But those are just excuses. They aren’t valid. Because unlike at your parents manor, you aren’t pushing him away. You’re melting into him. He pulls your body flush against his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongues are so soft against one another as they dance together and you have no idea why but you start smiling into it.
Probably the drugs.
He laughs into your mouth when he feels your smile, pulling away and kissing your forehead. You’re feeling the music more than you had been. More than you ever have in your life. You feel him spin you around so your back is to his chest. His arms are tight around you as you sway in time with the music. He rests his head on top of yours and can feel his jaw tightening and moving.
You push off of him a little and begin grind your ass against him. His arm comes over your shoulder and you feel his fingers trace delicately atop your breast. It doesn’t bother you, though. You don’t stop dancing or moving on him. It makes you laugh when you remember how hard he was last night just when you were laying in bed together. You’re fully rubbing onto him now and you can only imagine how hard he’s trying to stop himself from getting an erection.
You have no idea.
Similarly to Megumi, your jaw begins to clench and swing as the effects of the E start coming over you more. Megumi thinks he’s in love with you, whispering it every chance he gets into your hair. You don’t pay it any mind, though, knowing you’ll both have forgotten about it come morning. Maybe the pills make him happier, nicer. He feels an intense desire to be lovely. Positively overwhelmed with an dire need the show anyone who’ll listen to him how much he loves them. He even catches eyes with the bartender for a moment and considers telling him how much he loves him.
You feel paranoid when you can’t control how your jaw is aching and moving on it’s own. All eyes are on you, you think, as you look stupid and can’t get a hold of what your face is doing. Why is everyone looking at you? Tears begin to free fall. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re meant to be happy. To be in ecstasy. You’re panicking. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.
“Megumi—” you turn, facing him and allowing him to see how blown to hell your pupils are and how watery your eyes and cheeks are.
“Woah, what happened?” he asks, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
“I wanna go, I wanna go please. I can’t. Megumi I can’t—”
“Yeah, fuck. Okay.” he tells you.
Soon enough he’s holding your hand tight as he wades through the crowds of people. He keeps looking back to make sure you’re alright, his heart breaking a little each time he sees you sniffle or do a little hiccupping sob. He isn’t sure if it would be a better idea to walk to the hotel or try and get a taxi. It isn’t too far, he’s sure you’ll manage. It’s a miracle you aren’t both frozen over like Jack Nicholson in the end of The Shining. You aren’t exactly dressed well for the chill bite of the night time air. You don’t think either of you could have chosen skimpier clothing if you tried.
“Take me home, Megumi—”
“I will, sweetheart, ‘m gonna get us home. Love you baby, alright? We’ll be home real soon.”
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