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chuluoyi · 4 months

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LOVER'S QUARREL

- fushiguro megumi x reader

“i can't do this anymore.” you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.

genre: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)

note: dear god i’m finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events i’ve seen around my friend’s relationship sooo it might hurt a bit 🤏🏻 but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.

And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumi’s sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.

But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldn’t help but do a double-take.

You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.

You never realized it before… that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.

So how dare he spout this now?

“I can't do this anymore.”

"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"

"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."

This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.

You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"

"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."

Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.

Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.

"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really want—"

Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's better—"

"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunches—everything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"

In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.

And yet...

"...I'm sorry."

Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.

And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."

As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.

Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."

You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful manner—which, indeed, was your intention—and then you ran.

Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.

Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.

"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.

"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."

"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"

"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."

"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."

. . .

"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.

Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. “This is for the best.”

Yuji’s eyebrows visibly creased. “How is this ‘for the best’? She’s miserable, and you…” he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, “it doesn’t seem you’re faring any better too.”

“The longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.” Megumi glanced at the bathroom’s direction. “She can deserve better.”

He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldn’t fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.

Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, but…

How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?

Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.

With Hakari.

“Yo, what are you glaring at?” Panda asked, but Megumi didn’t pay him any mind.

An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have fun—all in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.

Three weeks. It’s only been three weeks since then.

“Megumi?”

Wait… Aren’t three weeks too fast to get over your ex?

“Megumi!”

“Huh?” he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. “Oh, what is it?”

He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."

But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.

"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but you—"

"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.

From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.

...huh?

Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?

What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.

Suddenly these memories popped up one by one—

Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.

How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.

But on harder days after missions gone wrong, he’d ignore you altogether— the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.

“Haaaah.” Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadn’t it occurred to him before now?

Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?

They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.

What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?

You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!

You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...

"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.

You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."

This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memories—okay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?

Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.

"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.

Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."

You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.

Stay close, he said... So he is worried...

And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.

You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"

"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"You two seem close."

Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?

Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"

In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.

You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?

"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.

Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.

But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"

Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.

For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.

Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.

And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"

"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"

He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.

You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"

"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.

"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.

"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What abo—"

Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcised—

At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.

He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere and—

Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.

You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffled—the frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.

Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feet—falling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.

And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.

"You stupid—!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake up—hells—"

You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself first—and now facing the consequences.

It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.

"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."

Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your blood—and how lifeless you felt in his grasp—but he willed it away.

"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.

"Don't leave me."

It was like a distant, hazy memory.

Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.

The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.

You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in a hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, as nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.

Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.

Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.

Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...

You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."

When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.

"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minor—it's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."

You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.

“Why did you do that?” he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.

He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.

"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.

However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."

...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?

"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."

"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'm—"

"If it's because I saved you, Megumi—"

“Do not even think, even for a moment, that I won’t be concerned over you.” His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. “Never. I always, always want you to be safe.”

Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.

"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be here—" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "—for you?"

You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within you—stemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.

You dumbly uttered, "But we are—"

"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.

He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."

And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, and—damn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."

Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."

And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.

“I'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,” he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. “And I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.”

A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.

But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."

And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.

"Maybe I am, yeah."

"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."

"Yeah..."

But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.

On one sunny day...

"Hey, are you alone?"

Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.

"No. Can I help you?"

The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cute—"

The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind when—

Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongue—that accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.

"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."

Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.

"Megumi!"

Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside him—

He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.

"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"

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bas-writes · 5 months

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nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ sharing a bed

❧ fushiguro megumi x gn!reader | cw: aged up character, vague mentions of sex ❧

Fushiguro has been preparing himself for this moment for a whole day, if not straight up from the moment you decided to stay at his place for a weekend, and yet, just a single glance over the situation confronts him with the fact he's not quite ready.

Seeing you in his bed, cozy and reading a book mids his very private territory, clenches his chest in a way weirdly similar to anxiety—but at the same time as far removed from it as possible. He fears to move, to breathe even, and at the same time happiness tears him apart. A smile presses on his face, it's almost painful to force it down, under his indifferent, cool mask. His eyes probably betray him, he feels, and averts them as soon as you catch him staring and give him an encouraging smile of your own.

"Cat got your tongue?" You tease and scoot to the side, his usual side, leaving some place for him and his misery.

"Don't be ridiculous," Fushiguro scoffs and, still keeping eyes as away from you as humanly possible, slowly crawls on the mattress, almost tripping forwards when it dips further than he's expected. Ignoring your chuckle, he quickly slips under the cover, ready and sort of comfortable as soon as you turn the light off.

"Do you want to be a big spoon?" You ask but you're already rolling back to him, so he just mumbles a half-hearted 'whatever is fine' and casually—or he hopes so—throws arm over your middle. He scoots close but doesn't press tight to you, even if his arms are yearning for your presence.

In theory, it's a double bed, but now, in darkness, with your back gently nestled against his chest, it seems tighter than the very first bed, or rather a sofa, you two shared. You weren't even dating back then and maybe that's why it was easier, way easier than now at his place, in cozy darkness, alone and in dull silence mixed with your breaths and the wind howling behind the window.

Fushiguro already knows the feel of your naked skin against his. He knows the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingers, and the way his name rolls on your tongue when you whisper pleadingly. He knows your weight in his lap and knows your breath tickling the back of his neck. He knows almost everything, but he's somehow missed the simplest and the most important, the most terrifying in its closeness.

Tsumiki once told him that sleeping together is way more intimate than sex. He rolled his eyes back then, a stupid kid he was. It's embarrassingly late to admit she's been right, but he has to, at least in his thoughts while cursing himself for being so stubborn instead of listening.

"Megumi?" You look for his hand in darkness, intertwine your fingers with his as you cradle it close to your chest. "Why are you so tense? Come here, it's cold…"

He caves, full of reserves at first, but as soon as you press close into him, back flush into his torso, legs sneaking in between his, he melts around you. It's still awkward and pulse thuds dull in his ears, but he finally finds a way to embrace you, face nuzzled into the nape of your neck and eyes closed as he breathes in the most intimate, most loved scent of yours, already mingled with the scent of his bed. As if his bedding already marked you into his possession.

a/n: writing tsunderesque characters is not as easy as it sounds LMAO but intimacy starved megumi is the best megumi 👌

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ SPILLED OUT WORDS - FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 777

NOTES: thank you so much for this request! i hope it’s what you wanted and sorry for the wait <333

fushiguro megumi has always hated seeing other boys flirt with you. the urge to punch all of them right in the face has been gnawing at him, but he has always succeeded to stop himself before ruining someone’s face, and possibly your friendship.

sometimes, megumi wishes he could shut his feelings down, because why would he fall in love with his best friend out of all people? why you? well, he understands why he fell in love with you because what is there not to love about the person who’s been making him smile since you were both seven years old?

the two of you practically live at each other’s houses. studying together, playing games together, napping together, crying together, eating together. you do everything with the other party, always making sure the other one is okay and putting smiles on each other’s faces.

that is something megumi would never want to ruin, but his feelings for you are becoming too much. every time he sees you, his heart aches. it aches for your heart. it needs you to know of his love, but how would he ever be able to admit his feelings after such a long time?

he can’t help himself from having to take deep breaths because his heart always tends to beat quicker with you close by. how can he keep going like this for many years to come? maybe it’s better to just get those feelings out? maybe your friendship has already been ruined because of his never ending feelings.

“you’re staring ‘gumi, what’s wrong?” that nickname, he can almost swear that he’s most likely blushing like crazy right now. it’s a name you’ve called him since you two first got to know each other but a name that has only began to melt his heart for the past couple of years.

the two of you are sitting on the couch in his dorm, watching a tv-show together that you’ve both found to like, but megumi can barely focus on it as his mind is caught by you.

“oh, no nothing, i’m fine,” he mutters, trying to avoid your gaze by quickly looking away and staring right at the tv-screen.

you tilt your head to the side. “come on, there’s always something going on when you’re staring. do you want to tell me something? don’t you like this show anymore? we could change-“

“no, i’m fine. stop thinking you know everything about me,” he interrupts, taking you aback as his tone is different from just seconds ago.

he lets out a sigh and leans against the cushion, hiding his face in his hands. “i’m sorry, i just can’t-“ he stops himself from speaking any further, but you want to hear more, raising a brow and shuffling slightly closer to him. “what? you can’t what?”

megumi avoids your gaze, not wanting to look you in the eyes as he opens his mouth to speak the words that’s been on the tip of his tongue for years. “i like you, i have for years, i can’t just pretend like it’s nothing,” he finally admits.

in all honesty, he had thought of this scenario at least a thousand times in his head and he couldn’t help but expect a more dramatic confession, but he’s never really been like that. if anything, he prefers it to be like this, where it’s just the two of you alone, but maybe he’s fucked everything up now. perhaps this will be it for your years of friendship.

“‘gumi….” you finally speak as megumi is making himself ready to bolt out the front door and never see your face again, but he’s quickly stopped as you continue to talk. “if you would’ve told me earlier, we would have probably been a couple for years now.”

he finally looks towards you with wide eyes as there’s a smile playing on your lips. “i really really like you too,” that’s all he needs to hear to breathe out in relief.

for a while, the two of you just look at each other in silence before you all of a sudden wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. megumi chuckles lightly and puts his arms around your middle as you cuddle up on the couch, holding onto each other. “how long have you been feeling the same?” megumi asks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“since we were kids,” you mumble as he pulls you closer to him, like it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done. “guess we’ll have to make up for all those years we didn’t tell each other then…”

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mymegumi · 7 months

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ you just know

feat. fushiguro megumi

contents. fluff!

summary. there wasn’t a world where megumi is without you. there isn’t a universe where he doesn’t know you. and there isn’t a soul of his anywhere that doesn’t love yours just as dearly. in time, the two of you always find your way to each other, and neither of you can ever manage to let go.

fate isn’t real.

it just can’t be, because if fate was real, why did megumi just happen to know how all of his favorite movies ended before he had even watched them? it seems cruel to him, that he’s been cursed with this knowledge that no matter how well a movie manages to hide the plot twist in the trailer, eventually when he watches the full thing in theaters, he is met with disappointment.

itadori just doesn’t understand. megumi had tried to divulge this secret anguish to his friend and was met with a slap on the back and a ‘well, just don’t think so hard next time!’ which had helped him with his dilemma literally not at all.

kugisaki had been more sympathetic, though, and given him a tight-lipped smile accompanied by an awkward chuckle. he doesn’t think she fully understands, but her insincere concern was better than full-blown ignorance.

which is where he finds himself now, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck as he awaits your answer on his soul-consuming and life-shattering personality flaw. currently, you’re pursing your lips, eyebrows furrowing with a small little wrinkle forming between them.

he wants to reach out and smooth the wrinkle away.

“i think it’s a valid concern.”

he breathes a sigh of relief and can feel a weight fall off of his shoulders, mentally sagging a little bit at your response.

“because if i watched a thousand movies and knew the ending to all of them, i’d feel a little bummed.” you nod your head a little as you answer, hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder lightly.

you giggle, eyes lighting up as he moves forward to wrap his arms around your waist. “were you really that upset about it, ‘gumi?”

burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide his faint blush, he shakes his head and murmurs a soft ‘no’. he knows that you don’t buy his answer, but he’s grateful you don’t push him any further on it.

pulling back, you slide your hands down until they’re interlocked with his own. your smile is radiant and he can hardly believe a simple hug could’ve left you so stunningly happy.

and this is why he can’t imagine a life without you. he’d been worried over something so trivial, so insignificant in comparison to the bigger picture of jujutsu sorcerers and evils wanting to rip the world as he knew it from the seams. and yet, you’d managed to ease his trouble with barely even a word.

he loves you.

from the deepest part of his soul, he knows that he loves you and wouldn’t let anything keep him from you. you are his as much as he is yours and he wants to spend the rest of his days proving it.

but he falters a little.

there aren’t words to describe it. nothing to say that could be bigger than what he could show you instead. where he’s so eloquent with words in his mind, he finds his mouth doesn’t always say what he means. instead, he holds the door open for you, wipes the blood from your cuts after your fights, and holds you as you mourn the loss of friend after friend.

he can’t say it, but somehow he knows that you know. knows that you know how much you mean to him. the words won’t leave his mouth, but you always smile with a twinkle in your eye, kiss the corner of his mouth when it feels like cotton’s stuck in his throat, you press your hand into his and squeeze when it feels like his words are tangled on his tongue.

because you always know, when it comes to him.

he squeezes your hand, and smiles when you squeeze his back.

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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Scars Like Cobwebs on Your Face - Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 246 Warnings: SPOILER FOR UP TO CHAPTER 213, facial scars, mentions of past wounds and blood Summary: The first time, Megumi spots the scars on your face

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It was the first warm day of spring, when Megumi noticed the fine scars on your face. The two of you were sitting outside at one of the tables underneath the blooming Sakura blossoms. The sun had gained its strength back in the last couple of days, and finally it was warm enough to sit outside. Megumi was glad he had recovered from the whole ordeal of last autumn and winter enough to spend the first real day of spring outside with you. Even though right now you were working on a project Gojō had given to the two of you.

Megumi wondered if his white-haired and cockier than ever teacher couldn’t have spared them this stupid project in the last week of their first year, especially since it had been less than a month since Megumi had woken up after the final battle in Shinjuku. But Gojō was annoying and had given them the task anyway.

The classroom felt strangely empty without Kugisaki there, but Yūji made up for it with being more energetic than ever. Much to Megumi’s surprise Yūji had even been the first one to finish his part for the group work, and since he had been sent on a small mission, this left Megumi and you to add the finishing touches. Not that Megumi was complaining about the time he got to spend with you. No, much on the contrary. He was very pleased to get some alone time with you, even though he would have preferred spending it by talking about almost anything other than homework.

A soft spring breeze was tucking at the cardigan you had wrapped around your shoulders, and absentmindedly you pulled it back into place, ignoring the strand of hair that had blown into your face and now clung to your cheek. Megumi wished he could reach over and brush it behind your ear, but his heart stuttered at the mere thought of it. Unthinkable to actually do it. But his eyes stayed glued to your face, watching as you leant closer over the paper, writing tiny signs neatly into the lines.

The sunlight caught delicately on your lashes, making them glow, and the shadow of a few blossoms painted faint shadows on your skin. It was then that Megumi noticed the fine line that stretched from the side of your nose down to the corner of your mouth.

He blinked, surprised that he had never seen the scar before, and leant in a little closer; just a little so you wouldn’t notice while being focused on your course work. The scar was several shades lighter than your skin tone, and left and right of it, Megumi could even see the small puncture wounds where it had been stitched. His heart hurt at the thought that at one point you had been injured badly enough to having had to get stitches, especially in the face. He wondered when it had happened. During the culling game? He was fairly certain that you hadn’t had this scar last summer. He had spent enough time staring at you to know.

His eyes skipped further over your features, as if searching for any other imperfections he had not previously spotted, and stopped on another, short but equally fine line under your right eye. It was slightly discolored, barely noticeable even in the bright light of the afternoon sun, but now that Megumi really looked at you, he could just about make it out. Even though the wound had long healed, the proximity to your eyes unsettled him. How close you had been to losing your eye to whatever had caused that wound! Megumi’s eyes flickered over to your left side, almost as if to assure himself that your other eye was fine, had never been as close to losing sight as the right one.

Instead of comfort, he found another thin line under your eye, this one even closer to your lashes. And there, very faint but definitely there, were small scars on your eyelid. On your eyelid! Which god had looked out for you when you had been hurt that day, whenever that had been?

Megumi worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept studying the fine scars on your skin, when suddenly a thought popped into his head, that made him almost physically sick. Had he been the one who had caused these scars? Had that happened during the short battle you and Yūji had fought against Sukuna? Had Megumi’s own hands caused these scars that now spread over your face like thin cobwebs?

“You can ask, you know? I won’t be mad.”

The sound of your voice tore Megumi out of his thoughts. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, not turning your head to look at him. It was then, that Megumi realized just how close he had moved, his nose almost bumping your cheek. His breath caught in his throat, but instead of pulling away, he only tilted his head. The motion caused the distance between your faces to increase by a fraction, but you, instead of pulling away fully, turned your head just enough to be able to look at him better, immediately narrowing the gap again.

Megumi swallowed.

“Ask what,” he wondered, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, before focusing back on him, your gaze tracking his as his eyes flickered back to the scars.

“Don’t play dumb Fushiguro. We both know you’re not.”

“I’m not sure I want to know the truth,” he answered, more honestly this time, the way your tongue darted out, wetting your lips not escaping his attention. He wondered what they tasted like.

“Just ask.”

“How did you get these-”

He didn’t finish the sentence, and instead reached up with his hand, brushing the fingertip of his index finger over the scar by your nose and then over the one underneath your left eye. Had your breath just hitched? He quickly pretended to cover the slight contact up by tucking the strand of hair out of your face where it had still clung to your cheek.

“Sukuna,” you answered, and Megumi felt his heart plummet. “He kicked me off that roof and straight through the window of an office building. I was able to catch the worst impact, but not the glass splinters.”

Megumi felt his throat close up. It had been him, who had injured him, his own hands had hurt you, caused you pain. How were you even able to stand looking at his face? He tried hard to get his breathing back in check, his hands tensing into fists involuntarily, nails digging into his palms painfully.

“Stop it,” you whispered, and Megumi wondered if you had leant even closer. Your warm breath fanned cover his skin comfortingly, your familiar scent filled his nose and calmed him down. “Stop. I know what’s going on in this head and I don’t like it.” Your warm hand came up to the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheeks softly, before it fell back into your lap. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. Megumi, it wasn’t you, who hurt me. And I don’t blame you.”

“But if I- if I had tried to-“

“Shut up.”

For the fraction of a second Megumi was tempted to answer with a stubborn ‘make me’ just to find out if you’d kiss him to shut him up, like in this one movie you had watched together the other weekend, you and him sitting somewhat closer than he usually would have deemed acceptable between friends. But to him you were not just a friend. And he was not ready for the feeling of disappointment that would settle in his chest if you didn’t kiss him to shut him up. But he didn’t have much more time to think about it, because after a short pause you continued talking.

“I don’t blame you. Nobody does. I’m just glad you’re back with me.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words. Not back with ‘us’, but back with ‘me’. His cheeks burnt up with a blush as you watched his reaction before you nudged your nose against his very softly as if you were scared to overstep a boundary. But you didn’t even have to move in to nudge him like this, that was how close the two of you had gravitated towards each other already.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Your voice was only a whisper, your lips already so close to his that he could literally feel them move around the words they formed.

“Do you want me to,” he asked back equally quiet, his heart beating hard in his chest.

“I’ve wanted you to kiss me since last summer, but thanks for noticing,” you teased, making him almost laugh.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “for making you wait.”

And with that he lent in the last fraction of an inch, eyes fluttering closed, pressing his lips to yours firmly.

He could feel the shiver than ran through you, how you shifted closer to him, one hand coming to rest on his knee beside you, the other reaching up to his neck. Cool fingertips ghosted over the baby hair on his nape twirled them for a moment before wrapping more tightly into his longer strands. A strange sensation of victory settled in Megumi’s heart as he, spurred on by your touch, found the courage to reach out too, settling his hands on your waist. He struggled to understand how he got lucky enough to find himself in this position, how he deserved to sit under cherry blossoms and kiss you. It hardly seemed possible that you returned his feelings, but your lips against his, your hand in his hair, the little shivers that ran through your body every time he shifted his palms against the rigid fabric of your uniform assured him of your feelings.

There were no words needed, and when your tongue nudged against his lips almost hesitantly, there were no words left in his head anyway. All his focus was on you, the rest of the world had stopped existing, as far as he cared. Whenever he peeked out from underneath his lashes, he could see your skin, your own lashes fluttering against your cheeks, resting on these fine scars he had only noticed today for the first time.

His nose was filled with the scent of your hair, his heart beating so loud in his ears that he struggled out make out the uneven, almost shaky breaths you took as you pressed closer to him. Your lips tasted sweet, like the iced tea the two of you had shared at the vending machine before coming here, and Megumi wondered if his lips tasted the same. Underneath his palms, he could feel the shifting of your muscles, your warmth seeping through the fabric. And suddenly it was all too much. Not that he could ever get enough of you, but his senses seemed to go into overdrive, and Megumi pulled away, leaning back while gasping for breath, his eyes widened.

“Megumi,” alarmed you pulled your hands away from where they had rested on his body, and immediately he missed your touch. “What’s wrong?”

A smile tucked at his lips then, one of these rare smiles, that you once had told him you liked seeing on him so much.

“Just- overwhelmed,” he admitted, and he watched you bite your lip, almost as if you were ashamed. Gods, now he knew what your lips felt like on his, what they tasted like. He wanted to taste them again.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, sitting back properly again from where you had shifted to be closer to him.

“I’m not,” Megumi shook his head. “So you don’t be it either. I just… I’ve gotta get used to it. If you want.”

You looked up at him again, your eyes shimmering with something Megumi had seen in your expression only a few times before. He hadn’t been able to put a word to it then, but he was now: love.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, a smile growing brighter on your lips.

Megumi was pretty sure his heart was about to give out with how frantically it was beating. He had liked you almost for a whole year, practically since the day you had showed up for the first class of the school year. You had had him wrapped around your little finger from the first day on, with how clever you were, how you handled his sarcasm and shot right back, with how you took no shit, dealt with Gojō and everything else really. And now that you knew of his feelings for you, you had not turned him down. How had he gotten so lucky?

“Can I kiss you again,” Megumi asked, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

When you nodded, he brought his hand up to your chin, cupping it softly, and leant in again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your mouth. Nothing as deep as the first one, but just enough to catch another taste of the sweetness of your lips.

“I could get used to that,” you whispered, as Megumi pulled away from the short kiss to be able to look at you, his thumb ghosting absentmindedly over the scar between your nose and your lips.

He nodded in agreement and smiled again.

“That can be arranged,” he chuckled and leant in again.

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songsofadelaide · 4 months

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Your Megumi Drabble of him teaching you the hand symbols but ! BUT! Imagine its years later and you both are making shadow puppets with your toddler. ;-;

DONT MIND ME IN MY FEELS

Hello! Thank you so much for all the love for Shadows as one. This idea is so cute and wholesome and I hope you don't mind if I write something about it. 🥺

shadows as one.

cw: female reader, future fic, established marriage, slice of life, child oc (fushiguro mikoto), papa!megumi being a li'l prankster — "you'd expect something like that from gojo-san! Not you!"

~ 20XX

"This is a bunny," you said with a smile as you tenderly moulded the soft little hands in yours to form the shadow puppet of a rabbit, the silhouette on your living room wall amusing your child so much that he didn't even pay attention to the way you gently squeezed his fingers for the form to stay put.

"Bunny!"

"Yes, a bunny!" You happily echoed his statement, trying your best not to engulf him into another embrace.

But you couldn't help it. Mikoto became the light of your world the moment he was born. It was impossible not to fall in love with him at first sight when he looked so much like his father— dark hair, length, feathery lashes that fanned out and framed his deep blue eyes... The nurse couldn't blame you for nearly snatching him off her arms when she was handing him to you.

And when Megumi first cradled your son in his arms, he was completely enamoured, even though it was like he was looking at a mirror. Dispelling the vestiges of his troubled childhood was no easy task— and he even questioned his own capabilities as a father— but he persisted to live in the present in the arms of his wife.

Mikoto beamed as he placed his small hands in his father's own, his cheeky expression never leaving his face as Megumi softly shaped his hands into the snout of a familiar canine.

"And this is a—"

You and your husband nearly fell off your couch when Mikoto just did the unthinkable.

The surprise appearance of the pristine white dog startled him so much that he couldn't help but let out a tearful wail of shock. You swiftly got over your disbelief when you heard him crying, his tiny hands hurriedly clutching onto you once you were within his reach.

"Where on earth—" you started, brows furrowed in confusion. It was too early for Mikoto to sense cursed energy let alone manifest it. And for him to possess his father's inherited technique meant—

"—hgk."

"Wh—" You were startled by the strange noise that sounded like someone being choked. You turned to Megumi, expecting him to be in deep thought, but all you saw was your husband sitting on the couch once more, his quivering lips pursed to a thin line in an attempt to hold his laughter.

"Megumi, I never pegged you as the kind of dad who'd make fun of his own kid," you clicked your tongue at your husband as you gently bounced your son in your arms. "You'd expect something like that from Gojo-san! Not you!"

"I-I'm sorry," he stated with a stifled voice before eventually sighing to himself. "I didn't expect Mikoto to be scared of the Divine Dog..."

"I suppose the rabbits wouldn't have been any different," you said with a sigh as well. "Then again, they're much tinier..."

"Give me," Megumi stated as he got up, gently lifting your son out of your arms and into his. He ran his thumb over Mikoto's warm cheeks. He didn't want to appear insincere, but he couldn't help but smile in delight at how emotive his son was, so different from when he was younger. "Papa's sorry, Mi-kun..."

His tiny version could only blink his blue eyes at him before eventually pointing to the Divine Dog in your living room. "Big dog..."

"Yes, big dog. Big dog is a good dog."

As if sensing it was being talked about, the white wolf got on its feet and circled its master's legs. It placed its snout in Mikoto's outstretched hand, a look of trust in its eyes.

"Try pranking him again when he's a little older," you said with a small laugh. A smile lit the boy's face again as Megumi placed him down on the floor so he could pet the harmless shikigami.

And if he inherits his technique... No. Megumi didn't want to think about that now. He was a father now and he wanted to get this thing right. He didn't want to miss a single thing in Mikoto's life. He wanted to be there right now.

"I don't want him to grow up so fast, though..."

"He won't," you chuckled in response, only for Megumi to take your hand in his. He threaded his fingers into your own, once again calmed by the sight of your three shadows coming together as one.

Author's notes: Happy birthday, Megumi! 🎂 Never imagined you as a papa before, but here's a little glimpse for us yearners hehe. 🥺💙

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rninies · 4 months

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A Present For You

synopsis: Megumi has always prepared presents for you during Christmas, and so you decide to change that.

warnings: fluff, megumi is a cutie pie, gn!reader — wc: 1277

notes: HAPPY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY SWEET BABY BOY <3 and merry christmas everyone :3

Christmas with Megumi has always been relaxing and sweet. You’d occasionally wake up to breakfast in bed made by him specially for you, and sometimes, he would surprise you with a gift or two.

However, this Christmas, you wanted to change that. Instead of Megumi surprising you as usual, you wanted to be the one to surprise him instead. When you went grocery shopping yesterday, you quickly stopped at the mall, looking around to see what to get him. Instead of taking you just a few minutes, it took you almost an hour — you’re glad Megumi was too busy in Jujutsu High to even notice how long you’ve been gone.

You honestly really didn’t know what to get him — Megumi has never really stated what he wants for Christmas, and that’s because he’s never really wanted anything besides spending the whole day with you. It’s sweet and all, but you wanted to change that. So, instead of getting him a really expensive present, you grabbed a few materials from the art store (a scrapbook, some cute papers, stickers, and gel pens).

You wanted to make him a scrapbook with all the pictures you have taken with him as a memory. Printing the pictures out was easy enough, but making the scrapbook look pretty was hard — you didn’t really have a creative mind, so you had to rely on the internet and reference pictures to help.

It took you almost two hours to finish the whole scrapbook, just in time for Megumi to come home. You quickly hid the scrapbook in a drawer, a place where you think Megumi would not look in — besides, he would have never guessed you had prepared a special Christmas present for him.

The front door opens. “Y/N, I’m home,” Megumi calls out to you and you quickly rush down the stairs, greeting him.

“Gumi!” you exclaimed happily. “Welcome home! How was your day?” you were uncharacteristically very enthusiastic today, which made Megumi a little bit suspicious of you. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

”Nothing.” Megumi mutters, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek just as usual. “What have you been up to today?”

“Me? Nothing much. I just went grocery shopping and stayed home.” you say, not telling him about the scrapbook making and how long it took you to make. “Go and take a shower! You stink.” Megumi immediately frowns and is about to refute but you drag him up the stairs and push him into your shared bedroom. “I’ll be making dinner!” you slammed the door right in his face.

Megumi stares at the door for a few seconds before letting out a sigh as he shakes his head.

“Hmm,” you hummed, thinking of things to make for dinner. You looked in the fridge and eventually came to the conclusion of making an Oyakodon, Megumi’s favorite. You took out your phone and played your favorite playlist.

You were too immersed in your cooking and your song to even notice Megumi coming down the stairs. He sees you cooking, gently swaying side to side to the music. He cleared his throat, catching your attention. “Gumi! You scared me. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Megumi hums in reply. “What’re you making?” he walks up to you and looks over your shoulder. “Is that Oyakodon?”

“Yeah! Your favorite,” you replied happily. “A Christmas Eve special, if you would.”

Megumi smiles. “Thank you.”

Dinner went smoothly, Megumi occasionally talking about how annoying Gojo was to him and his classmates. You didn’t talk about the present you had prepared for him, already thinking about how surprised Megumi would be once he sees it.

Before you go to bed, you set the alarm earlier than usual, setting it down next to your bed. As soon as you lay down, Megumi wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

When the alarm rings, your eyes crack open, quickly turning off the alarm to not wake Megumi up. You carefully take Megumi’s hand off of your waist and stand up, opening the drawer to take the scrapbook out of the drawer.

You walked down to the kitchen, set the scrapbook on the table, and started to make some waffles. You’re glad Megumi is a heavy sleeper or he would have been woken up by the sound of you dropping the bowl. Well, that’s what you thought at first. Megumi had already woken up when you snuck out of the room (well, it’s more like he can’t sleep without hugging you).

Megumi was silently watching as you placed the waffle carefully on the plate, sighing happily when you managed to decorate it prettily. “Why’re you up so early?”

You screamed, obviously not expecting Megumi to be standing behind you. “Would you quit scaring me like that?! It’s not good for my heart!” you exclaimed, placing a hand over your heart. “How come you’re awake already? Did you know how hard it was to make this all quietly?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” Megumi admits and he sighs. “Why are you the one making breakfast? I thought I was the one in charge of Christmas breakfast.”

“Okay, stop. We never established who is doing breakfast on Christmas,” you say with a chuckle. “You just stepped up and started surprising me with breakfast in bed during Christmas. I wanted to change it up this year. Instead of you surprising me, I wanted to surprise you instead.”

You grabbed the scrapbook from the table and handed it to him, smiling. “Merry Christmas, Gumi.”

Megumi looks at the scrapbook for about five seconds before taking it. “You know you didn't have to get me anything…” However, once he opens it, he stops talking. All the pictures from when you first met, your first date, everything was recorded inside the scrapbook. You even took your time and made little notes under each picture, and even wrote about your favorite part of the day. “You made this?”

“What? Is it so hard to believe that I made something as cute as this?” you huffed. “It took me almost all day yesterday!”

“I’m not trying to say it’s unbelievable. I just wanted to say thank you.” Megumi mutters softly. “When did you—”

“I told you. I did all of this yesterday when you were busy in Jujutsu High,” you say, pointing at the scrapbook. “I know it’s not much but—”

Megumi quickly shuts you up with a quick kiss, cheeks turning pink. “It’s amazing, Y/N. This is the best present anyone could ask for.”

“Okay, now you’re being ridiculous.” you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the way your lips turned into a smile. “Do you have anything for me?”

Megumi takes a box out of his pockets, holding it out in front of you. You gasped. “No, it’s not a ring.” You laughed at how immediate his response was to your gasp. Opening it, you were greeted with a charm bracelet, one that you were eyeing when you were out on a date with Megumi last week.

“When did you..?” you trailed off, admiring the bracelet.

Megumi takes the bracelet and helps you put it on. “Just a few minutes after I saw you looking at it. You went to the bathroom and I took that opportunity to buy this.” he secures the bracelet in place and smiles softly. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, of course I do, Gumi,” you replied. “It does put my gift to shame though. I mean, you got me a bracelet! I can’t even imagine how expensive it was.”

“Don’t think about it,” Megumi says. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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megumidreams · 6 months

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~ Kinktober Day 22 - Megumi Fushiguro ~

A/N: We're really on day 22 already. 😳 This feels like it's flying by and today we're gonna let Megumi have a little fun after a long day at work. 😌 If you want to be added to the taglist for Kinktober then snag a spot because there isn't all that much left, the taglist officially closes on the 27th. Send me an ask or DM to be added, but age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

Kink: Face Fucking

Genre: One-Shot

TW: smut, oral sex (giving), 18+ content, degradation, face-fucking, mature themes, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, fem!Reader, hair-pulling, offensive language (swearing), praise, minors and ageless blogs dni

Word Count: 1.2k

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When the door opened you could already tell that he was angry. His normal demeanor was always a little gloomy, but as you heard his boot hit the door to close it you could tell that it wasn’t the normal anger that was coursing through him.

You climbed from the couch and put your book on the coffee table, making your way to the kitchen to greet him. You were ready to see the damage that you could possibly be walking into. What the hell had Megumi so riled up?

As you turned the corner you could read it all over his face. You hadn’t seen him this angry in a long time. You hadn’t seen him this angry since that curse had tried to hurt you a year ago. You cautiously leaned against the wall as you approached, giving him a reassuring look as you spoke softly. “Megumi… are you- are you okay?”

Megumi looked up slowly from pulling off his boots, more anger on his face when you were able to get a good look at it. His voice was emotionless as he dropped the boot to the floor. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You were almost taken aback, he never talked to you like this. Megumi had always at least tried to cheer up when he talked to you while upset. He kicked off his second boot and made his way to the living room, moving quickly past you. You had to figure out how to get him to open up. Usually he was so open with you, usually he never had a problem sharing what was on his mind with you.

Megumi sat on the couch and grabbed the remote, pulling his jacket off and tossing it over to the chair across the room. You reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer, heading for him with it, hoping that something like this would at least get him to let you in a little. He looked up at you as you neared and reached a hand out instinctively for the drink. You popped the cover off and handed it to him, watching him curiously as he took a large sip from it.

“Megumi…” He looked up from the bottle and gave you furious eyes. Whatever was bothering him was something that he didn’t want to talk about. At least not now. The gears in your head turned, something to relax him, something that would relax him more than that beer in his hand. That’s when it hit you. You stood between his outspread legs and knelt down, resting your hands on his thighs. “Let me do something to help you. Please?”

His eyes turned from fury to lust in a matter of moments, the way that you gripped his leg telling him exactly what you intended to do. Everything inside of him was telling him not to do it, telling him that he was taking advantage of your kindness if he allowed it, but his pent-up frustration was too strong to listen to his head. Your hands moved farther up, gripping onto the buckle of his belt as you undid it with ease, watching his head drop back for a second as he came to terms with what was about to happen.

You gave him a sinful look at you pulled the waistband of his pants down, freeing his cock for him. You waited a short moment to see if he’d stop you, see if he would change his mind, but the hand that ran through his hair as you grasped his length told you that he wouldn’t be changing his mind. You stroked him slowly, watching his hips buck just a little as he pushed into your grip more. Megumi gripped the beer in his hand harder and let out a sharp breath. “Fuck, baby.”

You sat up on your knees and leaned down, engulfing his length into your mouth. Just the sight of it had his cock twitching against you. You bobbed gradually, swirling your tongue around his tip to pull a small moan from him. Megumi’s hand rested into your hair, tugging on it as he helped move your mouth over his cock, his hips pushing up just a little more with every passing second.

You could still hear the anger in his voice as he spoke, venom on his tongue with every word as he gripped a fistful of your hair. “Look at my little slut, looks so good sucking on my cock like that.” He held your head in place now, taking another sip from his drink as he caught you looking up at him. “My greedy little whore just had to get a taste of my cock, didn’t she? Been thinking about it all day, haven’t you?”

Megumi pulled your head up, freeing his cock from your mouth. “You really wanna make me happy right now, baby?”

You nodded to him, only a little bit of fear showing in your eyes as you looked back at him. The side of Megumi that was showing was one that you had never seen on him before. That look in his eyes almost looked like he was possessed.

He stood from the couch as you moved back, his grip on your hair keeping you on your knees. “Then why don’t you go ahead and open that pretty mouth of yours again for me.” He placed his bottle down on the stand next to the couch and tapped the bottom of your chin. “Let me stuff it full of my cock one more time.”

You did as he said and took his length into your mouth, his hand now resting on the back of his head. You tried to move, tried to pleasure him, but he stopped you. “Aht, aht. I’ve got it under control, my love. Just let me do all the work.”

Megumi’s hips snapped into you, bottoming himself out inside of your mouth. You felt yourself gag and placed your hands on his thighs, seeing a flash of bliss on his features as the gag made your throat close around his cock. Your eyes began to water as his hips rut against your mouth more and more, his hand pushing the back of your head toward him to match his movements. “That’s my fucking girl. Looking so fucking perfect with my cock in your mouth. Taking me so well.”

Your eyes watered more as his pace grew impossibly faster, your thighs rubbing together as you listened to every single euphoric sound that fell from his lips. A small moan left your own lips and vibrated against his shaft, your name falling angelicly from his lips at the feel of it. “Shit, so close, darling.” He slowed for a moment as he collected himself. “Gonna-” Megumi’s hips stuttered against you as he gave one last harsh thrust, thick ropes of cum coating your throat as he let himself go.

Megumi pulled himself from your mouth and knelt down to meet your level, pushing your head forward to press a rough kiss to your lips. “If you really wanna hear me open up and tell you about exactly what’s pissing me of… get that luscious ass to the bedroom right now.” He touched the side of your face with the back of his hand and grinned devilishly. “I don’t wanna see a single piece of clothing on you when I get in there after I finish this beer, yeah?”

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chuluoyi · 4 months

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the birthday boy

- fushiguro megumi x reader

your boyfriend is indifferent towards his own special day, but with you, he actually finds it worth celebrating

genre/warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff with a teeny weeny dash of angst

notes: loosely based on this fanart. pls just give my boi back gege you awful one-eyed cat how could you hold him hostage even on his birthday

listen to: sakura koi by mosawo don't mind me i just get all soft for this poor boy *sigh*

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Megumi never really liked birthdays—his own birthdays, specifically.

"Come on, Megumi... just what is it that you want for your present?" you pleaded, pursing your lips together as you faced your boyfriend. "I don't want to give you a surprise only to find out it's not something you'd enjoy!"

However, ever since Gojo went and took him in, ever since he began attending Jujutsu High, and ever since he started dating you, to his chagrin, everyone started making a big fuss over it.

With the straightest face ever, he glanced at you and muttered, "I'm telling you, you can get me whatever."

"That's not an answer!"

"Seriously, you can pick anything. I'm good with anything."

You huffed in exasperation. "You're so unbelievably uncooperative, sheesh."

"On the contrary, I think I'm being quite amiable," he deadpanned. "You don't have to think about it that hard."

In a way, you should've expected this. Your boyfriend was never one who made a big deal over anything, and he probably meant it when he said that he was good with whatever. Your soft boy was just wired that way.

Meanwhile, to Megumi, his birthday was more of a remainder of good old days he spent with his kind sister and Gojo—when times were much more simpler. When Tsumiki was still alive and well. Call him an emo, but he was just feeling bittersweet.

Tsumiki would craft him this makeshift party hat, and Gojo would get him an overly sweet birthday cake with an even more over-the-top frostings. They'd join in singing him happy birthday, and Gojo's singing would be intentionally and especially awful while at it.

But now that he thought back to it, he kind of missed those times.

You threw him a narrowed-eyed look. "Forget it, I half-expected this anyway—" but then, suddenly struck by an idea, you exclaimed, "—oh! Wait, I know!"

Your enthusiastic exclamation caught his attention, and he silently observed as you furiously tapped away on your phone, scouring Google for standard gift ideas for boyfriends.

For the next half-hour, you continuously sought his feedback on each of suggestions. However, Megumi only nodded or agreed with evident disinterest, which didn't really answer your question at all.

“You’re seriously going to be like this, huh?” you sighed, frowning in total indignation, but in your boyfriend’s eyes, you were the height of absolute cuteness.

As you grumbled inwardly about how dull he was, Megumi wore a small smile. Truthfully, if asked, his ideal birthday would revolve around spending time with you. You didn't have to lose your head over this.

Needless to say, you were still trying to make it an event to remember. And Megumi knew, because you were so obvious it was giving him secondhand embarrassment.

"Itadori! I'm telling you—" you were rebuking a sheepish Yuji on broad daylight regarding which color for balloons to be placed in the class on the day of his birthday. Earlier, he saw you and Nobara huddled together, talking about cakes and pastries, then also animatedly discussing with Inumaki, Panda and Maki, pulling out all the stops for a celebration plan without missing a beat.

Megumi could only facepalm at your attempt to maintain secrecy—in which you were failing miserably, almost as if you hadn't really made an effort at all.

"Isn’t it nice, Megumi?" suddenly Gojo slid beside him, with a stupid grin on his face. "Someone who exclusively goes this far for you, hmm?"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Ha! Don't be shy," Gojo barked, leaving him with a friendly pat in the back before stalking away with a snicker, and Megumi wasn't the least bit amused. He was certain that at least, Yuji and Nobara would tease the heck out of him after all was said and done due to your antics.

Even so, he didn't have the heart to stop you, appreciating your well-meaning efforts. He felt somewhat soft too inside, as he didn't expect that there would be someone who cared about this way too much like you did. Just it felt strange—

—because last he remembered, the only person who was hellbent on making his birthday a nice memory was Tsumiki.

. . .

So you were organizing a surprise party for him alongside others. Megumi already knew that, he had anticipated it and frankly, he didn’t actually expect much, but when he actually stepped into the classroom and was greeted with a literal bang, confetti, colorful banners, balloons, and a crowd of well-wishers, he was floored.

“Fushiguro! Happy birthday!”

“Look happier a little, would you?!”

“Look! Look! We got you a cake!”

Yuji and Panda almost hugged him—but before he could, Megumi shoved them away, Nobara handed him a paper bag tied with a pretty bow with a cool smile—believing her gift to be the best, Inumaki gave his hand a shake, and Maki wished him only the best.

All of this was within his expectations. He knows, and yet…

"Hey, Megumi! Smile!" your voice stood out the most, along with your widest smile, beaming and gesturing towards the camera as you were about to take a group picture.

Megumi swore his heart skipped a beat. His pretty, sweet girlfriend. Your affections reached him, and it dampened the hardness that he always carried inside his heart. In that fleeting moment, he felt you were radiant, just like the sun.

Then he turned his gaze and found the person he knew he could never thank enough in this lifetime. Gojo, for the first time in a while, wasn't the clown he made himself to be for his sake. Standing with crossed arms, he quietly watched over him, nodding towards the camera as well with a meaningful smile.

Megumi felt warm, he felt loved, and he wouldn’t admit it, but this might be the best day of his life—surrounded by you and his friends like this. And he actually felt more than just that, but no words could do it justice, because nothing could have ever captured the overwhelming fullness inside his chest.

Tsumiki... You see... I'm doing well, you know?

Later, after all festivities are done, you managed to pull him into a secluded corner of the dorms to give him your one-of-a-kind gift, while fidgeting nervously.

"What is it?" he questioned, gaze squarely fixed on you. "At this point, there's no need for you to be this nervous. Nothing could've surprised me any more than Panda's giant panda earlier."

You laughed, recalling how he nearly got squashed by the life-sized stuffed panda earlier, but then you averted your gaze, feeling your face flush and turning into the cutest shade of pink.

"Well! To be fair, it was because you were so uncooperative when I asked what you wanted for your gift! And since I have gotten you the cake, I figured it'll be fun if you want to play this game..."

You huffed, and Megumi simply blinked in confusion when you handed him five pieces of papers—tickets? He turned them over to find the words "Free Pass" written on each one.

"Sooo you can use each ticket to ask me to do anything! Anything at all, be it me dancing to the worst song you can think of, or whatever!" your cheeks were burning so hard, but your resolute gaze kept him captivated as you continued, "So yeah, you get five free passes to make me do things I wouldn't normally do."

Lips pursed, eyes sparkling, cheeks ablaze. All in all, you were irresistibly adorable that Megumi had this overwhelming urge to scoop you up and put you inside his pocket if he could.

And really, free passes? Did you not consider the numerous exploitable loopholes he could subject you to?

"Okay, here, I want to use my first ticket."

"Huh! Already? What is it?"

He chuckled then, his lips tugging into the warmest of smiles, and you felt your heart soar, seeing that rare carefree expression on him.

"I want to kiss you."

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osaemu · 8 months

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omg for the ask that requested megumi c,t,z i forgot to specify yandere hcs sorry 😞😞

notes: implied kidnapping, implied manipulation

CRUELTY — how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them? megumi probably would try to treat you with basic courtesy. he wouldn't mock you for falling into his little trap, mostly because he knows that there was no way you could've ever avoided it.

TEARS — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? it probably tugs at megumi's heartstrings a little, but that doesn't mean he'll go easier on you. no matter how much you cry or how loud of a tantrum you throw, megumi'll be there to comfort you, not to give in to your cute little demands.

ZENITH — would they ever break their darling? i don't think megumi would ever really break you. he genuinely likes being able to come home to you and your little hopeful smile, holding on to the slim chance that if you please him enough, he'll let you go. of course, he's not going to make it that easy, but he likes seeing you try.

a/n: i wanna pat megumi on the head

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lovinglylibelle · 9 days

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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pairing: fushiguro megumi x reader

genre: fluff

description: Megumi has always been curious about love, having never experienced it himself. So what happens when he meets someone from his past that might just be the key to changing all that.

requests: open

a/n: this is has been on my mind for a while and i tried sooo many times to write this, but it somehow wasn't giving the vibe i wanted it to give. However, writing it this time was better and i like how it turned out, may have gotten carried away down there but eh (is it obvious that i am absolutely enamored by Megs?) If you like it, please press that cute little heart in the bottom right corner and that reblog button just next to it. If you want more such fics, you can also drop a follow and i promise not to disappoint. Have a happy day ahead, keep yourself hydrated and well fed. Thank you

"Ya Itadori, do you think it will rain?" Kugisaki asked, shielding her eyes as she looked up at the sky. It was the beginning of Japan's rainy season and it seemed like Tokyo was about to welcome it too.

It was getting darker by the second as more and more clouds gathered, blocking out the rays of the sun and from the looks of it, the sky was ready to let down the first rain.

"It's definitely going to rain," Itadori replied. According to the duo, he had some sort of sensor in him that allowed him to predict the weather... keeping aside the fact that it was already visible.

Megumi sighed as he watched the two sorcerers, now trying to climb the lamp post in order to get a clearer view, wondering how he managed to get himself surrounded by them. Not that he minded it. He had gotten used to it.

The three were standing outside a movie theatre, waiting for the movie to screen. Kugisaki and Itadori had insisted upon watching the latest romance movie, the same old story about love.

Fushiguro Megumi didn't know a thing about love and it really wasn't a surprise. To him it was just a myth, a fool's errand that the world seemed to chase for reasons unbeknownst to him.

He didn't get it, truly, the concept of it foreign to him but he wasn't the one to blame for it. He didn't exactly have the chance to experience it: his parents abandoned him, his sister was in a magic coma, and his 'relatives' wanted to exploit him... the only thing close to love, affection, and warmth he had ever known, not that he would ever admit it to him or anyone, was the chaotic white haired man child known as Gojo Satoru, and the two idiots who seemed to have taken it upon themselves to be the bane of his existence. However, that was all platonic anyway.

Romantic love was something he had only read about in the various novels and mangas: that were neatly stacked in his dorm, or watched in movies like these, and yet they weren't enough to make him believe in the notion.

It felt fictional to him, a love that transcends all barriers, a love that makes one do irrational things, a love that is unconditional... the idea was too far fetched. Everybody wanted something in the world, he knew that, he experienced that on an everyday basis. And everybody was selfish when it came down to it, so something as selfless as love was odd for him, odder than the existence of curses and magic.

However, he did wonder what it felt like, to be in love and to feel that feeling that all these things portrayed. Will he ever feel that? it was a question that made him ponder sometimes. He wouldn't mind it if he did and wouldn't mind it if he didn't either.

This reverie of his might have been neverending if it wasn't for the loud shout that Kugisaki had let out. "Fushiguro, it's open!"

He nodded, making his way towards them but stopping short after feeling a strong and familiar cursed energy.

"Huh?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned his surroundings. A nostalgic emotion making its way to his heart. What was it-

thud, he felt someone bump into him, making him stumble slightly before he caught himself.

Looking up, he noticed the culprit and was ready to give them a terrible look but as soon as his eyes met yours, his entire world seemed to have slowed down to a halt.

There you were turning around to face him as your hair cascaded around you, framing you delicately like the buds do the petals. Your eyes were wide with evident shock that was etched onto your face oh so sweetly. Your lips parting slightly as it finally began to rain... the first of its season.

The air around you seemed to shimmer and Megumi could have sworn that he had never seen anybody look as beautiful as you did in that moment.

"Oh my god, shit, i am so sorry." you said hurriedly, a shocked expression on your face. You kept a hand above your eyes to be able to see.

Megumi couldn't even breathe much less talk or comprehend whatever you were saying as he noticed the feeling from earlier creeping in again. He squinted at you, running a hand through his hair that was now soaked and sticking to his forehead.

As he took in your features, the feeling started to bloom into something more, recognition.

You had the same aura around you, as you did all those years ago, of comfort and safety that once was Megumi's only solace. Your clumsiness was intact too, barely taking a few steps before crashing into things as he recalled. Your hair was longer though and somehow it looked even more perfect than what he had remembered... And your eyes, oh your eyes, they were the dead give away.

They had that same glint in them, the same warmth and insatiable curiosity that always left him in awe. Even now they seemed to hold the entire universe in them and sparkle like a million stars resided in them.

"Y/n..?" he whispered, loud enough for you to hear over the rain and soft enough to not break the moment.

"What? How do you know my nam-" you replied, confused beyond your belief when a flicker of understanding crossed your mind and you lit up with the same feeling of recognition.

"Meg- Fushiguro? No way..." you chuckled incredelously, disbelief on your face.

"Hello to you too, Y/n" he said, a smile on his face. It was genuine, the smile, just like it used to be all those years ago when you two spent time together.

To Kugisaki and Itadori who were watching it all unfold from afar, it was truly a rare sight; to see the alleged sea urchin, make that face and that too in a serious way.

"It's been so long Fushiguro, you've not changed a bit." you said, tucking your hair behind your ear as you smiled back at him. The more Megumi observed you, the more aware he became of his surroundings. He felt his cheeks growing warm despite the cold rain that was falling relentlessly around him.

"well my teeth grew back," he joked, earning a soft laugh from you and a gasp of disbelief from the other two, who exchanged a look. At the sound of your laugh, Megumi felt his heartbeat pick up, he couldn't comprehend what was happening to him. It was the first time ever that he had felt all those things, was it the weather? was it the rain? was he getting sick? what was happening to him? was he okay?

"that they did... makes you less cute though." you commented, making him nod his head and his friends face-palm themselves.

If they had been standing closer to you, Kugisaki would have smacked the oblivious guy's head right in that instance but due to the distance she couldn't.

"So you are back?" Fushiguro asked as the two of you started walking, the rain almost forgotten now.

"Yeah, Gojo Sensei had insisted on it and well i did miss everything here, especially you." you said, a hopeful look in your eyes as they met his.

I missed you too, he had wanted to say but decided against it.

"So what brings you here?" he said instead, his hands in his pockets.

He was looking down on the street, various puddles forming due to the water. He stepped in one, watching it splash against his feet.

"Believe it or not, it's a mission. There is a cursed spirit right around the corner there, caused a few suicides over the week." you said pointing at the alley behind the theatre.

"Speaking of, i can feel it manifesting again." you added, stopping in your tracks.

"They already got you going huh? You should go and exorcise it, we can talk later." he said, stopping to face you. He didnt want to stop talking just yet but he knew that the exorcism was more important.

"Alright, see you back at the dorms?"

He nodded in reply,

"It really is nice to see you again Fushiguro, i'll see you later." you said, taking off towards the alley with your hands clasped behind your back.

Fushiguro watched you walk away and felt himself coming to his senses again, he could now feel every raindrop on himself that had seemingly disappeared when he was talking to you. He realised that he was soaked, his hair sticking to his face, his hands cold and clammy and yet he didn't mind it at all,

He was so lost in watching you walk away that he didn't realise when Kugisaki and Itadori had joined him.

"So... who was that?" she said, holding the umbrella that somehow magically appeared in her hand. Her eyes narrowing at Megumi.

"A friend,"

"Just, a friend?"

"Yeah, just a friend."

"Sureeee, you made us miss half the movie though."

"But it's just been ten minutes Kugisaki-" Itadori interrupted,

"Yeah yeah i know, i am exaggerating. Come on now and quit staring, you look like a creep for fuck's sake." she called out, making her way towards the entrance of the theatre.

"Shut up." Megumi replied, shaking his head but looking away too.

He was elated to see you again and was even looking forward to meeting you back at the school and introducing you to his new friends.

"For the record, I don't believe that she was just a friend." Kugisaki added as she sat on her seat inside the theatre. Megumi who was now dry, thanks to his shikigami, sat down next to her with a sigh.

He avoided her gaze as he replied, "I don't care."

He was glad that the cinema was dark enough to hide his face when he said that because despite everything, a small smile had found its way on his lips which he really did not want Kugisaki or Itadori to see or they wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

His eyes focused on the movie in front of him, a romance movie, about love and somewhere in his heart and beyond his consciousness, he knew that he had found the answer to most of the questions he had as he thought back to the encounter he just had with you.

He really was looking forward to seeing you again.

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piichuu · 8 months

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♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID - A SHOULDER TO CRY ON

SEPTEMBER 12TH

6:38PM

your hands are trembling as you stand outside the door to his dorm. you haven’t knocked on it yet as you’re currently contemplating to leave. where will this evening lead? is it gonna be over after all? will you see him in the hallway of the school and have to look away from him to not notice the blank stares he’ll give you as if you’ve never known one another. is he suddenly going to become a stranger?

maki has been trying to pep talk to you since megumi asked to meet last friday after his breakdown. you haven’t spoken since then, so what if he’s suddenly gotten worse and is gonna kick you out as you arrive? maybe his personality has totally changed now? you have no idea what will happen after you knock on that door and even if you would almost want to not know, you end up knocking, taking a deep breath while doing so.

it doesn’t take long until it opens by the boy your heart has come to beat extra quick for. he’s wearing a grey hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. his hair is brushed through, but the bags under his eyes makes it evident that he hasn’t sleep much, perhaps not for days. the smile he flashes you is fake, it barely even looks like a smile.

megumi doesn’t say a word and just steps to the side, allowing you to walk inside his dorm before closing the door behind the two of you. “hi,” he mumbles, looking down towards the floor as if he has lost the ability to keep eye contact. you can’t stop yourself from noticing how he’s fiddling with his fingers and how he scratches his face every now and again.

“are you doing okay?” you ask as you’ve now taken off your shoes and is waiting for megumi to say or do something else. as soon as the question is asked, his eyes slowly begin to tear up, and it doesn’t take too long for those tears to begin falling down his cheeks, but he still tries to pretend like everything is fine.

he’s quick to wipe the tears away and nods, seeming to want to be strong in front of someone he cares about much more than anyone else even if his entire world is crumbling. “i’m fine! are you okay?” he replies, but he can no longer stop the tears that keep threatening to spill.

as soon as you hear a sniffle, it doesn’t matter what has previously happened. you walk towards him with quick steps and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close towards you as he sobs into your shoulder, holding onto you tightly with his arms around your waist. his entire body is shaking and it takes plenty of strength to hold him up and not let him fall onto the floor.

the sobs grow louder and your heart aches by hearing and seeing him like this. it doesn’t matter if he almost ruined what you two have, it doesn’t matter if he crushed your heart as he sent those messages. none of it matters because he’s here now in your arms, crying his eyes out as the reason to those messages has been ruining him for days.

he tries to speak through the sobs, but it’s impossible for him to get any words out as only another broken sob comes out. it’s as if he’s clinging onto you for dear life, refusing to let go as tears stream down his cheeks and onto your shirt that is getting soaked.

you would’ve never expected to see him like this, being so vulnerable around you. but maybe this does mean that he cares, but that’s not important right now. what’s important is to help him, to comfort him, to reassure him that you’re here.

“i-i’m so sorry,” megumi finally succeeds to get out in between sobs. in an attempt to take deep breaths, they come out shaky instead and he almost seems to struggle to breath. “i-i ruined everything,” he mumbles but you quickly shake your head and brush your fingers through his well combed hair.

“don’t say that, you didn’t ruin anything. it’s okay, i’m here now,” you whisper into his ear while gently taking his hand and putting it against your chest, right by your heart. he glances up at you from your shoulder and tries to keep focusing on the feeling of your heartbeat against his hand. “i’m here and i’m not going anywhere.”

megumi sniffles and nods. he tries to take a few more deep breaths, some are interrupted by sobs but some are successful. “you…you’re not going anywhere?” “i’m not going anywhere,” you stroke his hair and give him a reassuring smile. his cheeks are wet from the amount of crying, but the sobs slowly die down, now only leaving him sniffling.

you begin to gently wipe the tears away from his cheeks as he looks at you with wide eyes as if he cannot believe you’re actually there, as if you weren’t real. your hands are cold against his warm skin, but the look you give him is warmer than anything else he’s felt or seen. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t going to cry but when i saw you i just-i was so relieved but worried at the same time and i wish i’d never sent you those texts or acted like that. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you shouldn’t have to deal with any of that, i don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers as his hold on you grows weak, most likely from exhaustion.

you wrap your arms around his waist to hold him up, beginning to walk towards the bed in a slow pace. he’s completely drained by all of his feelings, they’ve become too much for him to handle at this point in time, so you help him sit down on the bed, moving to sit beside him so he can put his arms around you again.

“you won’t hurt me again because now i know why you acted that way. i’m not gonna leave because you have depressive episodes, megumi. i wouldn’t truly love you if i just left like that,” you stroke his arm as he holds you close, using his last bit of energy to have you near him.

he looks at you with wide eyes. “you love me?” you nod and take one of his hands to intertwine your fingers with his. “of course i love you. i know it’s early and all, but how can i not? you make me so happy and i always feel so safe around you. i can’t stop thinking about you and i just want to make sure you’re okay, i don’t want you to hurt either,” you admit, squeezing his hand lightly.

megumi squeezes right back and now reaches his free hand up to cup your cheek. he strokes it with the pad of his thumb as his eyes are covered in hearts. “thank you for loving me,” he whispers, keeping eye contact with you. “and thank you for staying with me, even if i’m not myself and even if gojo has had to take care of me for the last couple of days.”

you smile softly at those last words and lean into his warm touch. “i can take over for him now, if you want. let’s just stay here tomorrow and cuddle all day, maybe go on a few walks as well to get you some fresh air,” megumi nods in agreement, finally leaning in so his lips are only mere millimeters away from yours.

he looks into your eyes for confirmation, but it’s not needed as you press your lips against his. they taste like salt due to the amount of tears he’s been shedding, but they’re soft and warm against yours. it’s a little slow, but it is almost better than the first one you had a week ago.

he’s so careful around you, treating you as if you were made out of glass. his kisses are gentle but filled with more love than anyone else could ever try to give. “thank you,” he mumbles as his lips leave yours and he instead wraps both of his arms around your waist to pull you close to his chest. “thank you for staying.” “i’m always gonna stay ‘gumi. always.”

TWENTY THREE | MASTERLIST | TWENTY FIVE

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

WARNINGS: megumi has a breakdown

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cielo beloved do u happen to have any spare megumi thoughts mayhaps maybe perhaps

of course i do. of course i do.

um. don’t perceive me. PLS don't perceive me after this. this has been haunting me tbh.

pairing: aged up!megumi fushiguro x f!reader

wc: 3k WHAT IS MY PROBLEM IM SO ASHAMED. thought about turning this into a full fic but. it's too late. it's already typed in lower case. i'm done.

cw: smut, reader has her period, cramps, period sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blood, probably grammar mistakes and typos.

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the door to your apartment unlocks slowly, carefully, like your intruder is trying to be quiet in the hush of night.

it is late.

he must assume that you are asleep, curled beneath familiar bed sheets, sleeping soft and safe in the comfort of your own apartment.

perhaps it’s sweet, that he’s trying to be quiet.

you gave megumi a key to your apartment a long time ago–before whatever entanglement you have more recently began to develop. he just never gave it back. you’d never ask for it back. it belongs on his key chain now and in his hands, belongs in the lock, so that he can always get to you. you realized early on that megumi never wants you to be far from his reach or out of his grasp. he doesn’t want any locks or doors between you.

he reminds you of a dog you had as a child; scratched and howled and whined at your door at night until you let him in, until he could get to you.

megumi’s shadow haunts the arch of your bedroom door now.

he’s home from his mission early.

“you’re awake,” he says and he must know from your breathing or maybe something else entirely. strange, observant man that he is.

you hum, turning your head to get a better look at him; broad in the shoulders, tighter in the waist. so tall and looming, especially in this blue dark. his hair has grown out lately, shaggier than usual, coming up against the nape of his neck, curling behind his ears.

“you’re home early,” you say back.

“its late,” he responds.

in truth, you’d been awake with cramps, rolling around beneath your sheets and trying to find reprieve. your lower back aches something fierce, like you can feel your insides churning and twisting, slow like molasses, but painful and searing. beyond that, you feel bruised and tender, like a too-ripe fruit.

you hold your stomach like it might still your insides from all their contracting.

“cant sleep.” you respond to his silent question as he wanders deeper into the room. he sets his duffel bag down, begins to make himself at home again in your space.

for a moment, you’re so happy to have him back early, you could almost forget the pain. especially when he crawls into bed beside you, sidles as close as he can get himself, pressing all up against you, before slotting his mouth over yours in a rough little kiss. desperate man that he is. hungry.

you can feel the rasp of his stubble against your lips, coming up rough against your softness. your hands wind into his hair, pulling and tugging gently.

he makes a soft noise of relief, like coming home to your arms is what he needed, all he ever needs. you can feel his hands squeeze at your hips, grabbing at your curves appreciatively, eagerly.

he can’t say it first–he never can–so you do, “missed you.”

in response he makes another noise against your neck, ducking down to nuzzle into your throat, pressing wet kisses against your pulse. skimming his teeth against your skin.

he's always needy when he comes home from missions, sometimes half-frantic, sometimes painfully needy, painfully exhausted and craving whatever comfort you manage to provide him.

he feels your breath hitch when he hollows his cheeks to suck a pulsing little bruise into your throat.

fire catches to dry kindle with him, and suddenly he's fanned his desire into a flame. he has a habit of rushing, sometimes, like he's starved. touches and kisses you like you might flee from him at any moment.

sometimes, you think he sees you as a rabbit-hearted girl and his desire is too frightening a predator for you, too big for you to take, too vicious for you to survive. you think he considers his lust half-beast, half-cannibal, and able to maul you. devour you whole.

it'd be a fine way to go, you think, your hand tangling in his wild hair.

he hitches your leg up over his waist and you can feel the way he slots himself against you. you can feel the heat from him, the hardness that catches against where you’re tender and half-hurting.

you make a little noise of surprise and he encourages the rock of your hips, comes back up to kiss you hard again. to kiss you mean, teeth in your lip, fingers flexing possessively at your waist. to swallow any sounds you make now; you know he likes to feel them up against his mouth.

he's all raw man when he gets like this, maybe part animal, single-minded and wholly overwhelming. you can hardly catch your breath. and usually it's fine, it's good, but tonight–

his nimble fingers hook in the front of your little sleep shorts.

–you tense up, pulling away from his mouth and immediately grabbing for his wrist to stop him.

“not tonight,” you murmur and he tilts his head, so you add, “i got my period earlier.”

something passes over his face.

he keeps his fingers hooked in the material, frozen. stubborn.

he licks his lips.

you can’t see it fully in the dark, but you think his cheeks have darkened, flushed all scarlet.

“i don’t mind,” he finally manages to rasp.

his fingers twitch.

your heart trips up. this is new territory.

“no—megumi, that’s alright—“

“i want to.” he says this time and it’s so raw it almost startles you.

you freeze. you swallow hard.

“no, it’s okay—you don’t need to.”

“i want to.” he says again, this time more deliberate.

“i can help you out if you’re so pent up, you know?” you say it with a little laugh, like that might diffuse the tension. it doesn’t.

“no—“ he gets out, “no, i want to.”

“megumi,” you try to soothe, “you don’t understand. it’s—it’s gross, and—“

he swallows, “i don’t think it is.”

you blink at him in the soft dark, opening your mouth and then shutting it.

“are you in pain?” he then asks, softer now, voice just a rumble against your jaw. “do you have cramps?”

you nod dumbly.

slowly, carefully as not to spook you, he lets his hand fan out over your skin and slide to your lower back. he massages slow, works at the muscles gently, creeping higher up your back every few times, maybe dipping a little lower, too.

you groan softly, head falling back to reveal your throat.

“feels good,” you slur a little, arching into his touch like a preening cat.

he tucks his face back against your exposed neck to mouth and teethe gently, tongue dipping out in a blossom of wet heat.

you undulate your hips a little against him, against his large hand that flexes and circles at your aching muscles.

his hand slips lower on your back, fingers easing beneath the waist band of your shorts once more. but this time, he continues to massage, up and down, over and over against your cramping lower back. you squirm somewhat, but ultimately melt into his large hands.

until one of his hands finally plunges a little deeper into your shorts and you lock up.

“megumi—“ your voice is strained with warning.

“it’ll make you feel better.” he murmurs, pausing his hand, though, halfway down your little pajama shorts. and you know he's supposed to be soothing you, but his breath is lost, soft voice a little ragged at the thought.

“n-no. you don’t understand how messy it is or—“

“do you think i’m scared of blood?” he asks, perhaps a little too bluntly, “do you think i care?”

“yes-?”

his fingers move again, as if to prove you wrong, slipping beneath your panties now.

“megumi!” you gasp, you scold, you try to squirm away from him but he holds fast to you.

and it’s so—

horribly embarrassing. you can feel heat whip through you like a storm, burning your face, your chest, low in your stomach.

he doesn’t care about the pad you have on or how you try to twist away from him. it's horrible. you want to curl in on yourself. you want to cry. you want–

his fingers find where you’re burning and slippery.

he inhales a little sharp, off-kilter.

you’re fisting tight to the front of his shirt, head digging into his chest like you’re trying to disappear inside of him.

“megumi, i told you—“ your voice is high and thin and near breaking.

“it’s okay,” he hushes. and again, “i want to—want you. like this.”

and then he gently, carefully, dips his finger inside of you. and you’re sure he feels you constrict and flutter around him, feels your whine up against his throat, embarrassed and needy.

his own breath is tight, held in, as he slowly crooks his finger. then begins to massage, begins to stroke in a way that has your eyes fluttering.

it only takes a few strokes.

and then you lift your hips a little for him and he makes a strangled sound, half a groan as he begins to bolden, strengthen his fingers.

mindlessly, desperately, you realize how good it feels. your mouth parts in surprise, in pleasure, against your will. mortification is a serpent around your throat, holding fast to your voice, to any sound that might escape you. you choke on any pleas for more, wouldn't dare ask him for anything else, and dig our nails into him. you try to anchor yourself. you try to hide in his chest.

you don’t have to plead or ask, though, don't have to do a thing when he gently eases in a second finger. you feel yourself stretch around them, walls constricting, throbbing in a way that finally makes a keen rupture from you.

it makes megumi groan, raw, from his throat, fingers sinking in deeper.

"i want–" he gets out, "i want to taste–"

"megumi!" you gasp, cut him off, can't even hear him say it, squirming in his hold again. maybe out of further embarrassment, maybe out of–

arousal.

your head spins.

it's made even worse when he removes his fingers from you, suddenly shifts, and before you can protest or move, he's got your shorts and panties off, tossed in a bundled heap. and you're on your stomach, suddenly with your hips hitched up.

"you're gonna make a mess–" you try to warn him again, but you don't think he's concerned much, as he gets his pants down only low enough to free himself. you peek over your shoulder to see his hand stroking slowly over his cock, mouth slackened as he looks at you. his eyes are half wild, a little dazed, wholly enamored.

you feel heat scorch across your face and bury it into the pillow like you might be able to hide.

"i'll–" he swallows, inching forward until you feel the tip slip up against your folds. he groans a little, "i'll clean up after. we can take a shower."

you're surprised he even managed to answer you coherently; often, when he gets that look in his eye, he tends to lose all sensibility. for someone usually so rational, this is the one place it slips from him–or perhaps it's the one place he's able to let go of it. to just feel and be and take in a way he never allows himself to.

he finds reprieve, maybe, in getting lost in you.

you yelp when you feel him push the head of his cock just barely inside, splitting you open slowly. you try to inch away from him out of reflex, but one of his hands clamps down on your waist and forces you back. he can feel you fight him a little, pull against his hold, and you think if he wasn't so gone, it'd make him pause.

but then that hand begins to squeeze and massage, pushing up over your lower back again, moving in slow, firm circles.

"relax," he says, but his voice is tight. like he's a bow string pulled taught, ready to release. he holds himself on a sharp leash, though. he rubs soothingly at your back, works into the muscles with his thumbs, until you're easing up. settling back deeper into your hips, opening yourself up to him in a way that makes him slip deeper inside.

you can tell his restraint is threadbare.

"megumi–" you whimper helplessly, mortified, and needy.

it snaps with a firm push of his hips until you feel his thighs up against the back of yours.

he presses deeper into your lower back with his fingers, flexing, massaging, perhaps forcing you down into the bed and molding you to his hands like a sculptor to their art.

he drags himself out slowly and it makes you keenly aware of the stretch of him, of the way your walls flutter faintly, tender and aching.

you feel like an open wound, a live wire, an exposed nerve.

you hiccup a moan out, mewl into the pillow.

but he keeps the slow and deep pace, easing in and out of you, in and out, until you're arching into it–into his hands, into the feeling of him filling you.

you spread yourself for him more, sink down into it and feel your hips open in a way that brings relief–it gives more of yourself to him. you open for him, vulnerable and shaking, tentative and terrified. and when he realizes it, a sound crawls up his throat, a growl that tapers off into what could be a whine.

his hips snap forward this time and your answering cry sets him off. his thrusts turn harsher, deeper, more forceful. but it feels good, in the depths of you, where your insides are stirring. it feels–

exposing in a completely new way. raw. aching and open for him.

animalistic—

you can feel the slippery, sticky mess against your thighs, against his navel, the desperate way your body keens towards him now. you arch yourself into a pretty bend just to get more, just feel him root down inside of you, desperate to get him deeper. harder.

you feel his hand cascade over the arch, appreciative, up to the nape of your neck, around to your throat. fingers hooking around your jaw, and then prying into the heat of your mouth, which you eagerly open for. you close your lips around his middle finger with a tattered groan. you suck sweetly, whimpering behind his finger, eyes bleary and dazed.

when they slip from your mouth, he suddenly hauls you up, so your back is against his chest. your head tips onto his shoulder and he sinks so much deeper that you moan from from the pit of your chest, fingers squabbling for purchase on his muscled thighs.

once you’re this close, he’s got his arms around you, face tucked into your neck, huffing and growling against your skin.

“fuck—“ he spits out, pulling your hips down onto his cock, rutting up into you deep and hard.

“feels so good,” you babble, gasping in between, “you feel so good—it feels so good.”

the praise makes him whine, perhaps with less dignity than he’d like, but he buries his face into your throat. his hand suddenly moves, slips over your abdomen and—

it’s all stained from earlier.

god, it’s humiliating. its terrifying. it makes your stomach flip sharply, like you’re at the top of the world looking down.

your blood all over his hands as they slip back down to find your sensitive clit, swollen to the touch and desperate. your blood all over his body. over yours.

“so tight—“ megumi finally breaks, fingers decidedly slow even as his thrusts remain strong and deep, “and wet. and hot. and—“ he catches a groan behind his teeth, “and you needed this, didn’t you?”

his other hand smoothes over your stomach, flattening out over your where he knows you're hurting so badly, “n-needed me in here, right?” he nips at your ear, tugs it between his teeth.

he’s seeking reassurance, so you gasp out a yes. yes.

“fuck,” he curses again, low and biting, “thought about this all the time—and you, begging for it—for me—“

you can tell by the shakiness in his voice that it’s a horrifying admittance, that maybe he’s pulling teeth to get it out, or that maybe he’s so gone to your body and your walls squeezing tight and the—the blood all over his body. yours. that he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it.

“wanna—“ he tucks his face away to hide again and you reach a hand behind you to tangle in his hair, to push him deeper into your body, to pull and claw a little. “wanna fuck you through the whole week. want to keep you bare and—and—“

his admittance cuts off into a groan, both yours and his, as his fingers work quicker finally.

as your body tightens and bows against his, mounting pleasure like pressure in the sky before a big storm. electricity under your skin. you’re just going to burst—

your gasp is torn from your throat, shattering so hard you almost curl forward, in on yourself, on your throbbing body, if it weren’t for megumi holding you up.

the noise he makes is all animal, raw, when he feels your walls pulse and flutter desperately, wildly, deep pulls of your muscles that damn near make his eyes cross.

he reaches between your legs just to feel it, feel with his hands the way you throb deep and hard. can feel it constricting around his cock in a way that you know he won’t last long with.

his thrusts get erratic, rougher, a little meaner. tears bead at your eyes, breath ragged, as he finally buries himself in to the hilt and floods your already aching cunt with soothing heat.

this time he sits back on his haunches, takes you with him, let’s you lean back into the cradle of his body.

your both still panting, ragged, and you’re still shivering with aftershocks that he can feel. his hands twitch and squeeze around your hips.

his thumb digs back into the meat of your lower back, massaging in circles. another pulse makes him huff a little and messily, he plants kisses at your cheek, your temple.

he nuzzles into you like a cat.

when you speak, your voice is barely a croak, “what got into you?”

he dots kisses at a bite wound on your neck.

“i’ve always wanted to do that.” he admits quietly.

you can’t say you’re entirely surprised now, but—

“always?” you ask, turning your face a little as if you might catch a glimpse of his.

you can see his ears turn pink in the dark.

he swallows, “yeah.”

and the honesty in it is enough to make heat rise to your own face now.

after a moment, he murmurs, “are you okay?”

blearily, you laugh, “yeah. ‘m okay. i feel gross.”

megumi kisses at your jaw, perhaps apologetically, “we can shower.”

“you’re cleaning the sheets.”

“i said i would,” he snips and you feel his teeth in your throat like a warning. “but for now,” he continues, voice low and soft and reverberating against your back, “just stay like this.”

and his hands squeeze again around your waist before slipping between your bodies to massage deeply.

another groan slides from you, honey slow and relieved.

and you have to admit, it feels good, with him still nestled deep inside you, and his hands on your lower back like that.

“want you to come to me from now on—“ he murmurs and it stirs something inside you all over again, “want you to come to me now when you’re hurting like this.”

and he can’t say it first, so you do, “i love you.”

he turns your face towards his suddenly to catch you in a burning, sweet kiss. desperate man that he is.

and against your mouth, he murmurs, “i love you, too.”

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system-to-the-madness · 28 days

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Cherry Blossom Interventions 🌸 Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort – angst to fluff Word Count: 3 271 Warnings: SPOILER for up to chapter 253, suicidal tendencies and implications (Megumi), mentions of death and depression Summary: Megumi has drawn back from everyday life completely, so you intervene A/N: Sorry for the late post; life happened. Played volleyball with friends, went to eat sushi, went running with the same friends, went to Maces, and then to a foot Onsen.

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"Why am I here?"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to Megumi. He was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree when a cool breeze of spring air swept through his hair, carrying pink petals that caught in his black strands. His hair was shorter than it had been in autumn; not by much but the difference was still noticeable. You wondered whether he had cut it to not resemble the version of himself Sukuna had turned him into.

“You know why you are here,” you answered him, ignoring the frown on his brow. “This is an intervention.”

“What kind of intervention,” he asked back, clearly starting to get upset.

“What kind of intervention do you think it is?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” Megumi was already turning away from you again when you called out for him.

“We are worried,” you told him, almost shouting.

He just scoffed.

“Who is we?”

“Yūji, me, Toge, Maki, Yūta” you replied. “Panda, too, and Ieiri-sensei. Ever since December, ever since that last fight. Do you think we don’t know what's been going on with you? Do you think we don't know you've been skipping therapy and meals. We know you're just holed up in your room the whole day. We know you don't want to be here; you don't want to be with us anymore-”

“Then why can't you let me be?”

His shout made you flinch, but you had faced scarier things than an upset classmate.

“Because we care,” you shouted back. “We care too much to let you ruin your life like this! Don't misunderstand: We are not making light of the situation you were in - you are in. We understand that none of us could ever possibly imagine the things you have gone through, but you cannot ask us to let our friend die, who we fought so hard to save. You can't ask that of us!”

Megumi just rolled his eyes. “And what about what I want? What about the things I want,” he asked.

“For once, you don't get to say in this,” you shook your head. “It's not much we demand of you. We want you to eat properly. We know you haven't. We want you to step outside at least once a week, doesn't have to be long, just sit in the sun for a few minutes. That's all we ask. Or open your window, it's been barricaded since you moved back in in January. And go to your therapy sessions. We know you have them scheduled and we know you've been skipping them. You can't expect to get better if you don't go to these sessions.”

“And what if I don't want to get better?”

“That's not an option. I told you: For once you don't get to say in this.”

Megumi stared at you from between the falling cherry blossom petals that were carried down to the ground by the wind. You could see in his eyes that right now, in this moment in time, he thought he hated you. You just had to hope he didn't actually feel that way. If he did, you did you definitely would have been the wrong choice to have this conversation with him.

It had been quite a debate between the second years, Yūji, and you about who should talk to Megumi. You even considered asking Ieiri-sensei about being the one to talk to him, but in the end, everyone agreed it would be best if it were you. They were convinced you were the one he trusted the most, the one he liked the best. At least those were the others’ arguments. You weren't sure how true they held, now that he stared at you as if he wished you were to drop dead to the floor.

“All right,” Megumi sighed. “I'll oblige to your demands under one condition: Give me one good reason why I should continue fighting. But keep in mind: my mother is dead. My father is dead, killed by the man who raised me, the man who – although he is not my father – is the closest thing I've ever had to one, the man who I had to watch being killed by my own hands. My sister is dead, also killed by me. What do I live for? Give me one good reason.”

You stared back at Megumi watching the hatred in his eyes. It was obvious he didn't believe you had any idea what he was going through.

Truthfully, you didn't. Your situation was nothing like his, and you never had been in a situation like this before nor would you ever be, but that didn't mean you didn't know all the facts he just listed. His father, his mother, his sister, and Gojō-sensei, all the people he ever might have considered family, were gone, along with so many others. And in a large part he blamed himself for it.

It was not his fault, how could it have been his fault, when it had been Sukuna, who had possessed his body. But you supposed having to watch your own body commit such terrors, having to watch as your hands took life after life, unable to interfere, unable to save his friends and family, unable to do anything but watch them all being slaughtered… it wasn’t surprising he blamed himself.

“Gojō’s in a coma, one he might never wake back up from, and it's nobody's fault but mine. Do you really believe I can live in a world like that?”

You wanted to disagree with him, tell him that it was not his fault, that he was not the one to blame, that as long as you all stuck together, there was still hope, but you knew better than to do so. Instead, you started with what he had demanded of you.

“You want me to give you a reason to keep on living,” you asked. “Gojō-sensei is not dead. As you said he's in a coma. Ieiri-sensei has been working on him every day. As far as we know he might wake up any day now.”

Megumi shook his head. “You really believe that,” he asked, “if you’re really believing that, you are more naïve than I believed you to be.” He sounded disappointed.

“Not naïve,” you disagreed. “Hopeful.”

“Same thing.”

“But let's assume for one moment Gojō were to wake back up,” you continued the train of thought before Megumi could derail it again. “Wouldn’t you want to be there? Wouldn’t you want to see him again, talk to him again?”

“You’re dealing in probabilities; probabilities are not good enough. Give me something tangible.”

You blinked. You had really thought he would give in at Gojō. So, what were you to say now?

“A stary sky then,” you offered. “To go star gazing the way we did last summer. On a blanket, out in front of the school, sharing snacks and drinks.”

Megumi scuffed.

“Another sunrise,” you continued. “Pinks and reds and oranges dying the clouds, a new day with new possibilities-”

“New suffering? Not good enough.”

“A puppy’s fur under your fingertips, these sharp, tiny teeth burying in your skin.”

“And what for?” Before you could answer, he kept going. “All my life I’ve tried to form relationships, be close to people I care about, and all my life they left me. One after the other. So what good is another stary sky, another sunrise, a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips, if I don’t have anyone to share it with? It’s not good enough.”

A part of your mind was still hung up on the thought that it was probably better for Megumi to blame the dead for being dead than himself, but you quickly answered.

“You have us,” you told him, taking a careful step forward. “Maki, Toge, Panda, Yūta.”

His ocean blue eyes glimmered as he fully turned towards you as if he was waiting for something specific.

“You have Yūji.”

His shoulders sacked, and he looked away.

“Not good enough. They’re all gonna leave eventually.”

“I won’t,” you disagreed. “I’m not gonna leave. I made you a promise when we entered Shibuya together, that I’d always be there, and I don’t plan on breaking that promise.”

Megumi shook his head, biting his lips, still not looking at you.

“You’ll be there,” he asked, sounding disbelieving. “For every stary sky, every sunset. Every meal, walk, therapy session.”

“Yes.” Your reply was unwavering.

“You don’t even know what that means,” Megumi sighed, finally looking back up to you, but now he seemed rather sad than angry. As if the scenarios he had painted were what he wanted but were too far out of reach to even attempt to grasp them. “I’m sick. My mind- I’m broken. Something inside my head is broken and I don’t know if it will ever heal again, and if it does, if it heals right. A promise like you’re offering… it wouldn’t just be for the next days or weeks. It might be months, years, hell, it might be decades of me trying to shut my self away, of nightmares, therapy, being unable to laugh or feel anything other than this pitch-black darkness. You can’t promise me you’ll be strong enough to be there. I don’t doubt that you have the strength to see me through all this, I know you do. But there will be times when it will seem as if I’d be okay, and you’ll be hopeful, but when I have a bad phase again- It would hurt you, and I can’t hurt any more of my friends.”

“And you think the way you’re behaving right now is hurting nobody? Megumi, I won’t promise that I’ll always be there. I can’t. I’m still a sorcerer, I still have to go to missions, and am in danger every time I go. But I will be there for you for as long as I can and for as long and often as you want me to be.”

“For every stary sky?”

“And every sunrise.”

“Every meal?”

“If that’s what you want, yes. And for every walk, and if you want me to, I’ll even wait outside the therapist’s office for you.”

Megumi averted his gaze, staring at a spot right in front of your feet.

“Why? Why would you do that? What do you get in return?”

Carefully you took a step forward. “Because I care about you Megumi. And even though it might seem selfless, getting to be there for you, supporting you, trying to help you to get back to your feet, getting to watch you fight to get better, being with you through all this, is actually a very selfish act.”

Megumi looked back up, his eyes scanning your face for a moment.

“Can you hug me,” he asked, voice quiet over the wind in the branches above you.

“Of course,” you smiled and slowly crossed the last distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. He seemed to melt into the touch, almost fragile, his body moving closer to yours until his whole front was flatly pressed against yours, his face buried against the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and ear. You held him tight, not too tight, so he still could breathe without effort, but tight enough for him to feel how serious you were with everything you had offered.

“I’m just scared of ending up alone again,” he whispered. “And I can’t lose you too. You’re too important to me.”

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered back, rubbing his back through the thick fabric of his oversized hoodie.

“What if you die?”

“I won’t. And if I do, I’ll come back as a curse, like Rika.”

The sound of a small chuckle surprised you, but you quickly held Megumi tighter, hoping to engrave the sound into your memory forever.

Before you could say anything else, Megumi’s phone started ringing. You stiffened up, ready to pull away, but Megumi kept you close.

“Aren’t you going to answer,” you asked, hesitantly wrapping your arms back around him.

“No,” he replied.

“What if it’s important?”

“How important can it be,” Megumi shrugged. “Not more important than this, anyway.”

After a while the ringing stopped, and Megumi slowly loosened his hold on you. Carefully pulling away, you came face to face with him.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“What for?”

“Everything. I… I tend to lose sight of the good things in life and let the darkness swallow me whole.”

Taking a step back, you reached out your hand for him to take. Questioningly he raised his eyebrows at you but placed his hand in yours.

“Now you won’t get lost in the darkness,” you told him with a smirk, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s too cheesy for me,” he shook his head.

“Oh, don’t start laughing now, Fushiguro,” you cried. “I saw that! The corner of your mouth was twitching!”

“It wasn’t! That’s annoyance at how cheesy you were being!”

He only kept his expression in check for another second before he burst out laughing. Using your intertwined hands, he pulled you back into a hug, this one more casual than the first. When his phone started ringing again, both of you ignored it.

After you had calmed down from the laughter, Megumi’s eyes fixed themselves on your face, watching you as were catching your breath.

“Can I kiss you,” he suddenly asked, making you freeze in your motion.

Surprised you looked at him, your heart seeming to miss a few beats, but then you nodded your head, and a moment later his lips were on yours, soft, a little chapped, but gentle. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too extravagant, and still enough to steal your breath and make you weak in your knees.

It was perfect, you suddenly realized, kissing Megumi like his. Around you, cherry blossom petals were floating on a warm spring breeze, birds were singing in the branches above you, and Megumi’s arms were warm and secure around you while his heart beat a firm rhythm underneath your fingers, somewhat too fast for a normal heartbeat, but then again yours was probably racing too.

The perfect moment got interrupted by yet another ring of Megumi’s phone.

“I think you should answer it,” you mumbled against his lips. “It’s probably really something important.”

Megumi sighed but pulled away enough to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s just Yūji,” he rolled his eyes, but before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped again.

He shrugged, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

“I got a question,” he suddenly declared.

“Ask away.”

“You said: another stary sky, another sunrise, and…” he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips. Where do you plan to get me a puppy from?” He sounded amused, but you knew him good enough to know that he would do hell of a lot to play with a puppy sometime soon.

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yūji and I were thinking, for a while now.”

“That can’t be a good sign,” Megumi sighed. “What crazy idea did you two come up with now?”

“I’m gonna ignore that low-key insult, and let you live” you announced, “But do you know Principal Yaga’s friend, the one who had all these dogs?”

Megumi nodded, clearly hesitant about whether or not he really wanted to know what Yūji and you had come up with.

“So, one of the dogs had puppies a few weeks back and we were thinking that it might be good to adopt one of them, for our year. We’ve been talking to the teachers and thinking things through and if all of us take turns caring for it, it won’t be too much responsibility all at once. And it would give us some sort of stability, having to go on walks on regular hours, playing, teaching it commands… but there’d also someone to keep us company when we don’t feel so good, someone who can’t give us advice, but also won’t ask questions either. Someone who accepts us as we are, no matter how good we are in school or whatever. So… yeah, the puppy is already old enough to be separated from its mother and is moving in next Friday.”

Megumi stared at you.

“You adopted a puppy,” he asked incredulously.

“We adopted a puppy,” you corrected. “Yeah.”

“And we‘ll share responsibility for it?”

You nodded, and Megumi’s eyes suddenly grew hard.

“I don’t know that dog yet, but I’ll fight you for custody after graduation,” he declared, making your eyes widen.

Graduation. That was still three years away, the furthest Megumi had talked about the future since November.

Swallowing your surprise, you shrugged. “That’s okay with me.”

“But wait,” Megumi suddenly stopped. “Before the puppy arrives, we need all kinds of stuff. It won’t be like with Shiro and Kuro, it’ll need a basket, and bowls and a leash! I think we’ll need several baskets, so we don’t have to carry them around all the time. And food! We need special-”

He was interrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone, this time yours.

“Yūji,” you told him, showing him the screen on which a picture of your pink haired classmate had popped up.

“Let’s answer it,” Megumi sighed. “He’ll just keep calling otherwise.”

You had barely pressed the green button to answer the call, when Yūji’s voice was already sounding from the small speaker, loud enough that you didn’t even have to put your ear to it.

“Megumi isn’t answering his phone,” Yūji all but screamed. “I’ve tried calling him dozens of times but he’s not answering! I’m really worried! We need to-”

“Yūji, Yūji, calm down!” Quickly you interrupted your panicking friend, pressing the speaker button so Megumi could listen in. “He’s with me, he’s fine, we were talking a walk.”

On the other side silence spread out.

“And you didn’t call dozens of times, you called three times,” Megumi added, leaning down to the speaker.

On the other end, a small “oh” was audible.

“So, what’s so important that you decided to terrorize Megumi via phone calls,” you asked, shooting Megumi a glance.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was not hard to tell that he had only now realized just how worried his friends were about him, how much they cared about him. Enough to send ever cheerful Yūji into something akin to a panic attack just because he hadn’t answered his phone for a few minutes.

“I didn’t terrorize him,” Yūji protested.

“You kinda did, but whatever. What’s going on?”

“You guys need to come to the hospital wing asap,” Yūji told you.

Megumi and you exchanged glances. The hospital wing? That wasn’t good. Megumi took your hand in his and started walking back the way you had come.

“We’re on our way,” you told Yūji, “What’s going on? Who got hurt?”

“Nobody,” Yūji sounded like he was running himself now, slightly out of breath. “Gojō-sensei’s awake.”

And with that he ended the call.

Megumi and you were both so surprised about the message, that you came to a slithering halt. Gojō was awake? Sure, you had told Megumi it was a possibility, that he might wake up soon, but you had not believed it to actually, really happen at all.

For a short moment Megumi and you looked at each other,f inding your own surprise and relief mirrored on his face. And then you took off running, taking the quickest way to the hospital wing, your hands intertwined.

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songsofadelaide · 6 months

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tw/cw: slice of life, fluff, megumi being a little clingy. wc: 316

"I don't really get it…"

Megumi raised his eyes from his book and looked at you from across the kotatsu. "Get what?"

"How do you manage to remember all those confusing hand seals? I can't seem to remember one— well, the easiest would have to be the Divine Dogs, but I don't know if I'm doing it right?"

You raised your hands to show him your rather sloppy attempt at a Ten Shadows Technique hand sign, not a hint of hesitation or embarrassment on your face. "Well?"

Megumi is said to be a master of self-restraint, so you were surprised when he scooted over next to you, your elbows brushing before he eventually enveloped you in his arms.

"Like this," he murmured in your ear, taking your hands into his larger, warmer ones, his slender fingers moulding yours to form the correct hand seal to "summon" the pristine white beast from your shared shadows.

And it does appear in a cloud of ink and a little puff of smoke, the shikigami sensing that its surroundings were not so perilous. It burrowed its head in your open hands, apparently asking for pets as though it was a normally domesticated animal.

"I-I see… Oh, what a good boy you are. I get it now. Thanks, Megumi…"

"Mmkay."

Yet he made no effort to move even at least a bit away from you, from holding you. You were certain he could feel your heart in hysterics with his chest so close to your back.

"Can I… hold you like this a bit longer? There's no point hiding how I'm freaking out since you can probably feel my heart hammering against you."

"If it makes you feel any better, you can probably feel mine, too," you said with a small laugh before eventually settling in his arms, your shared heartbeats finally steadying, your fingers tenderly intertwined, your shadows as one.

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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{ 29 }

my real fake boyfriend.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

notes/warnings: college au; mentions of a mean girl oc; unedited

your lies were quickly catching up with you, and you weren't sure how to fix it now.

let's go back to the beginning, shall we?

you were a young college student, just barely 18 as you started attending the university of your dreams. you were in the midst of finding out what your career path would be. due to your studious nature and willingness to learn, you often came out of your classes with spectacular grades.

and this trait of yours didn't go unnoticed by hana saeko.

hana was one you would label as your typical popular girl. she had clear grey eyes and flowing auburn locks of hair that reached down to the nape of her back. her petite form was always decorated from head to toe in the latest fashion as her beauty was enough to capture the heart of nearly all the males on campus.

she shared a handful of classes with you and often pretended to be your friend just so she could con you into doing the assignments for her.

her fake, honey sweet voice would pout at you, calling you her best friend and how she really really really needed your help with this super hard assignment.

for the first couple of times, you fell for it, hook, line, and sinker, and did the assignments for her. you even made sure to change the style of your writing to help differentiate between -hana's- and your work. however, after realizing the sheer amount of times you had done the work for her, you began to acknowledge your own self worth and had every intention of cutting off all ties with her.

when you tried to do just that was when hana's true colors began to shine through. her smile was a wicked one as she haughtily told that if you dared stop doing these assignments for her, then she would begin to spread nasty rumors about you-

like how your good girl persona was all just an act and that your legs were "always open for business."

or how you slept around with your male professors to achieve such high grades.

and what killed you the most about her words was that she was capable of making everyone believe her.

you had no idea what came over you. instead of feeling threatened, you felt enraged at the sheer audacity of this absolute bitch. you wished you had never been naive enough to fall for her false sense of friendship-

which was what pushed you to utter those lies.

"my boyfriend told me that if you wouldn't stop bothering me to do your homework, then he'd do something about it."

the sneer that appeared across hana's face was all the proof you needed to know that she didn't believe you. "please, a wallflower like you having a boyfriend? that's so fucking laughable to me. tell me, what's his name then, and i might believe you."

your mind was racing then, thinking back to all of the boys you had seen on campus and chose the most intimidating one.

"megumi fushiguro is my boyfriend."

hana's sneer rapidly turned to red hot hatred as her grey eyes darkened significantly, "that's impossible! fushiguro-senpai is worlds, no, he's GALAXIES away from you! why the hell would he waste his time with you?!"

"i'm not a waste of his time at all! i fell in love with him, and that's all i have to say!" you knew you were lying, but dammit you were desperate to get hana off your back.

it was true that megumi was devastatingly handsome, but he was more than that. he developed quite a reputation on your campus for not tolerating bullshit behavior. he was fearless, even managing to put a few rowdy boys in their place by giving them a beatdown for disturbing the peace every weekend with their partying on campus.

no one messes with megumi fushiguro, which was why you hoped that you saying his name would instill some sort of fear into hana's heart.

unfortunately for you, your mentioning of his name did the complete opposite as hana manages to grab onto you. her acrylic nails were felt digging into the skin of your arms as you wince at the contact. her nostrils were flared, and coupled along with the crazed look in her eyes, you knew that what she felt was pure envy over your fake relationship.

"fine. if he is your boyfriend, then i guess he wouldn't mind meeting you for a little date tomorrow morning, right? text him to meet you at our school's café." she finally relents her grip on you, checking for any damage against her nails before tossing her hair back, "i promise, if fushiguro-senpai truly is your boyfriend, then i'll back off. if not," she giggles, flashing you her middle finger, "we'll continue doing business. see ya!"

you watch as hana walks away from you with complete confidence in her steps. only when she was out of your sights did you fall to your knees and let out a deep sigh. with anxiety coursing through you, you knew that there was no way you could trouble megumi with your drama.

it's not like you could just walk up to him and beg him to play the role of your boyfriend. megumi was so cool, so stoic all the time, that there was no way he'd even give you the time of day. he had better things to do than waste his time with you and your mess.

after all, it was entirely your fault. you had fallen into hana's trap and couldn't see yourself getting out of it so easily.

which was why you figured that the best course of action was to simply accept your fate.

when morning came, and you made your way to the café, you knew you were done for. in just a few minutes, hana would arrive to see you sitting alone and would proceed to give your life hell.

your prediction was close to coming true when you saw hana enter the café. she walks toward you with a bounce in her step, her sinister smirk was seen as she points at the emptiness of your table, "i knew it! you weren't dating-"

"hey, sorry i'm late." you froze upon hearing a deep voice call out your name. honing your gaze toward the voice, you stiffen at seeing megumi fushiguro himself coming closer to you, all while running a hand across his messy dark locks of hair.

he ignores hana, taking his a seat next to you before pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. "do you wanna share some breakfast? how about some coffee, too?"

after slinging an arm around your shoulder, megumi finally takes notice of hana and openly glares at her, "saeko, have you been bothering my girlfriend, even after she told you to stop?"

you couldn't bring yourself to speak, feeling completely out of it as you felt both your heartbeat and breathing quicken. megumi seems to sense your discomfort, placing a hand on your shoulder as he began rubbing comforting shapes against it.

"she already told you if you didn't stop, then i'd do something about it. so do i need to do something about it, hana saeko?"

you swore you had never seen hana so embarrassed or afraid before in your life. her whole face was turned into a beet red, the color even reaching to the tip of her ears as she couldn't bring herself to meet megumi's stoic gaze. "n-no, i-i'm sorry senpai, it won't happen again! i-i'll do my own work, and i'm so sorry for not believing you- okay, b-bye!"

the speed at which hana ran out of the café was almost laughable to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to even smile when megumi was still sitting right next to you. your eyes were dazed when they look over to him, your words failing to come out until you were left gaping at him.

he doesn't say anything, keeping his green eyes on you. just seeing the clarity in his gorgeous emerald gaze was enough to break you out of your silence when you quickly look away from, "uhm...that was really nice of you, i didn't mean to bring you into this and trouble you with unnecessary drama." you trail off, but end up smiling to yourself, "i don't know how you knew, but i just wanted to thank you, for helping me, senpai."

megumi takes in your smile, and had you have had the courage to look at him you would have known that he himself was blushing a light pink from seeing your smile. "i heard from yuji and nobara that i was dating you."

you nearly choke on your own spit, feeling your heart racing again upon hearing his words. "i was shocked, but nobara let me in on your little situation." it's then that megumi gently frames your face with his large hand, as if trying to memorize your features before continuing, "you were being taken advantage of, and i couldn't stand for that."

"i've always noticed you. out of all the loud and noisy people on campus, you were the best one of them all. you're such a good girl, always wearing your heart on your shoulder. but you're not a pushover, you stood up to saeko and faced her head on."

"b-but i lied to her, and i used your name. doesn't that make me a coward?" you found that it was getting harder to think the more megumi kept on tracing at your lips with his fingertips.

he shakes his head at you, leaning closer with his lips mere centimeters away from your own. "no, i've always wanted to talk to you; to get to know you and protect you. this was the perfect chance for me to make my move." he leans in even closer to whisper against your lips, "i really like good and pretty girls like you, you know?"

his deep voice calling you pretty makes your knees weak as you found yourself falling into his sweet kiss, practically melting into him as megumi wraps his arms around you to bring you even closer to him.

after several seconds, megumi pulls away from the kiss first to whisper against your lips once more, "how about you take me as a real boyfriend instead of a fake one?"

the smile that paints your features was so wide that it was becoming painful. and when you nuzzle at his nose before pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek was when you finally answered his question with an eager yes.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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