What Do U Think About Talia? I Talk Big About Talia Being An ‘amazing Mother’ But I Know She Really

fashion influencer!sunghoon never intended to become as renown as he had with his sense of style and pretty face. really, all he had initially wanted to do when he'd gotten into this business was to get the opinions of internet strangers and improve himself just to impress his crush— the most awfully gorgeous person in his eyes.

albeit his methods had been questionable at first, it had led him to receive a notification on his phone one day; one that had almost made him drop his latest model iphone right then and there on the cold cement as he was walking towards the bus stop early in the morning for school.

emotions going haywire, he'd gulped and pressed on the familiar profile he had stalked for months prior to creating his now very popular account, holding his breath before clicking on the follow back button.

you'd just followed him.

his longtime crush had just followed him and he'd followed you back. never in his life had park sunghoon ever felt this weak on his knees and this light in the head— god, his crush had followed him!

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"Talia manipulated Jason!" Talia canonically wanted Jason to go anywhere but Gotham, told him he and Dick were the lights of Bruce's life, and spent three years holding the world's angriest teenager back by the scruff of his neck

Scandalous 👁️👄💧

three: the meet up

warnings: pure feelings and angst if you squint, slight profanity?

Sunghoon fumbled with his fingers as the old secretary gave him smiles every now and then. To be quite frank he was panicking over this tutor.. was he someone familiar?, would he judge him for his stupidity?, were they even a he??, questions clouded his mind. Alongside this was the slight guilt of leaving his girlfriend at the side of the street upon notification. Maybe he could get her some snacks on the way home? His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps down the hall as he unconsciously brushed over himself, straightening the wrinkles in his sweater. “Hey!” she spoke as he jumped in his seat startled at the voice, eyes meeting hers as he stared. That‘s pretty much all he did actually… he stared the whole time until a cough from the other lady in the room shook some sense in to him. “Ah, Hi I’m Sunghoon” she nodded her head in response pulling out a notebook from her beige tote bag. “I’m Aerin! Kang Aerin, It’s nice to meet you” she gave him a smile which he returned. “May I have a second? I just need to jot a few things down” she asked, he replied with a simple hum. He glanced at her a few times covering it up with a smile on attempts to look polite. “So what do you find challenging Sunghoon?” his facial expression shifted in confusion, “Huh?”. A chuckle left her lips “What’s hardest for you in the course? anything specific?” she repeated in attempts to make things simple. “I understood what you said the first time I’m not thaaat stupid, I didn’t know I had to have specifics ready” He spoke again quite playfully as her smile only grew. “Pretty” he thought but quickly shook his head. “So.. are you free this week?” she said as his eyes widened in disbelief, “I have a girlfriend” he spoke a little too loud, he would never do anything to hurt you like that. She suddenly burst in to a fit of laughter at his confession, “I’m not hitting on you, it’s so I can plan out our study schedule” his cheeks flushed red at the information. “Uh yeah I’m free after Wednesday next week” he spoke quite embarrassed avoiding eye contact. “Alright! well I didn’t really have much planned out it was just a quick meet up so I’ll see ya!” she spoke almost rambling, and damn the girl was fast. He grabbed his coat trying to catch up, “WAIT” he yelled startling himself and her as she flinched at his voice. “Yeah?” she replied, it was late so he thought it would be nice, “I’ll walk you home” he shyly spoke rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s fine really you look like a busy dude” his eyes shot up, “No, No really It’s late so I insist” her eyes lit up at his kindness “Thank you.” The two began to walk in silence as the night wind and singing crickets accompanied them. It was comforting at most, not an akward kind of silence between to who weren’t quite friends but not quite strangers. “DAZED DAZED DAZED” a sudden sound broke through the moment as Sunghoon rummaged through his pocket to retrieve his phone. The Caller ID read “my love<3” as he glimpsed at the time, realization hit him.

“Hey love are you alright? It’s been quite a few hours just wanted to check up on you”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t let you know bubs the meeting took a little longer than expected”

“Noo you don’t always have to notify me, everyone has their moments I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything..”

“I’m alright just making my way home soon I don’t think I’ll be able to come over I’m so sorry y/n I really am”

“It’s no problem, really, get home safely! I’m gonna head to bed so goodnight, I love you more than I can describe”

“and I love you even more, goodnight baby I hope you dream of me” he spoke chuckling as the call cut off.

He almost failed to notice the presence of the other girl who simply stood waiting. “You must really love her” she spoke purely what she thought. “I do, I really do” he replied smiling back. would he stay truthful to his word?…only time will tell.

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SUMMARY: park sunghoon, y/n’s beloved boyfriend is failing biology and seeks help from a tutor. what happens when she sweeps him off his feet? a tired and miserable y/n is left in the dark but park jay isn’t gonna let that happen. welcome to the cheater’s club.

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warning(s): cursing (obvs besties), and all fluff :)

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content: bf! sunghoon x gn! reader, fluff, playful relationship!!

a/n: hello!! i have been writing about sunghoon a lot lately LMOAOA sorry abt that… also did anyone watch all of us are dead?!?!? like i need to vent to someone about it cause…..  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

it wasn’t unusual of sunghoon to call you whenever he had the slightest issue whether it is his bread burning because his toaster is “a spawn from hell” or how he can’t find his other sock. most of the time, you didn’t mind his frantic calls. it was rather cute how he felt the need to let you know by actually talking to you and not texting you. 

though, it did surprise you at first, he didn’t seem to be the clingy type or the one to call you often. you thought you called your friends too much, but sunghoon topped you. you never complain though, you sat and listened to his mindless rambles. for someone who is quiet, he sure is a talker when it comes to you. 

sunghoon felt safe whenever he called you. he knows it may get annoying from time to time so, he tries his best to only call you when it is really important. key word – tries. most of the time he fails but hey, at least he is making an effort. 

but today, sunghoon had called you about 5 times already in the last two hours. within those two hours, you have ben trying to tidy up your house for the new year. it is a superstition you always followed, you have to go into the lunar new year with a clean house. it is so you don’t bring any bad luck into the new year, plus your house was in need of a clean.  

hearing your phone vibrate on top of the counter, you reach over and answer it. “please, tell me this is an emergency sunghoon.” you say, scrubbing your sink. your arms were on fire but that didn’t stop you. 

“well, maybe you wouldn’t see it as an emergency, but for me, it definitely is.” he said defensively. 

“what is the emergency?”

“niki keeps on making fun of my height.” he whines into the phone. if he was in front of you, he would probably be pouting and kicking his feet like a little kid. 

you sigh, finally stopping your flow. “what do you want me to do?”

“tell him to stop!”

picking up your phone, you hold it to your ear as you walk out of your kitchen. “how do i do that?!?!” you exclaim.

“i don’t know,” he says. “threaten him!”

you find a comfy place on your couch. you are really proud of yourself for finding this couch off of facebook marketplace. “i can’t do that! he is a kid!!”

“y/nnn” sunghoon whines. before you can respond, there was the sound of screams and muffled running. “Y/N!!!!!!! HELP!”

“what?!? what’s happening?” you say, a tad bit concerned for your boyfriend over the phone. it wasn’t like there was an intruder in their apartment. suddenly there was silence, and then you heard niki. “hi y/n!!”

“hi niki..?” you say confused. “what happened to sunghoon?”

“oh, sunghoon? he is in a headlock right now… say hi, sunghoon.” niki says as he hands the phone to sunghoon. “y/n, help.” he gasps, dramatically. 

“okay! bye y/n!!! see you later!” niki says into the phone and hangs up. laughing to yourself, you wonder if this is what you have to deal with for the rest of your life. 

Jason: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Bruce’*

Dick: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’* 

🍡✨Enhypen reaction: playing the pocky game with you, their best friend 🍡✨

Warnings: nothing just kisses maybe a bit of a make out (nothing too hard), fluffy

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Heesung:

You two were just casually hanging out at the dorm. Getting up to get snacks from the kitchen you notice the chocolate pockys in the drawer. Your mind lit up at the idea of playing the infamous pocky game with heesung, since you know he's just so awkward sometimes . With your mischievous idea you went to him and sat before him on the couch.

"Hey hee"

"What?" he says, briefly looking up from his phone

"Do you want some pocky?"

Heesung continues to play on his phone, "Yeah sure, pass me one" he says, opening his mouth cutely

You sat really close to him, putting the other end of the pocky inside your mouth.

Heesungs eyes went wide at the situation, you had to surpress a laugh at his deer eyes.

You continue to bite towards his end, almost ending up on top of him while doing so. Heesung could swear his heart was going to explode.

You press your lips onto his, making sure to last a bit longer, smirking when noticing heesungs breathing got heavier.

"C-can I have another one? "

Jay:

"Let's play the pocky game" you say to Jay as you were both waiting for your pizza to arrive.

"No" Jay says while switching channels, ignoring your attempt.

"Bet you are just a coward." you scoff, knowing that Jay's most likely to do it if you just mess with his temper.

"I'm not!, ok! Bring it on Y/N! I'll show you" says, this time looking at you as you walk by to get the pockys.

You roll your eyes at his tone.

"Ayo stop being so dramatic Jay -" you said, putting the stick in between your lips.

Before you could process what was happening, Jay's hand was on your back as he maintained eye contact while biting the other end.

He attacks your mouth with a kiss, smirking when watching you look so dazzled.

"if you wanted to kiss me so bad, you could've just asked you know?"

Jake:

"Yo Jake come here, I have pocky!" you shouted from the living room.

Jake rounded the corner, ready for some snacks. As he wanted to grib the pocky pack, you took it out of his reach.

"What's going on, you said you had pocky?" he pouted, his puppy eyes showing.

"It's actually for the pocky game, you wanna try it with me? Itll be fun" you teased, already having a plan in the back of your mind.

"Sure" Jake says, not expecting much since you two always do random challenges when bored.

You two took each side of the pocky and started biting it, when there was only a few centimeters left, Jake thought you were going to stop. To his surprise you didn't.

His eyes widened and his neck burned when he felt your lips. You just giggled at his expression, loving how you left him so awestruck.

You froze as suddenly his arms were around your waist.

Jake whined : "Y/N.. What are you doing to me?"

Sunghoon:

It was valentines day and knowing sunghoon, he hates valentines day. He despised getting so much attention from the girls at the ice rink, he'd rather not end up with 10 chocolates and roses.

You loved messing with him, wanting to get different expressions from him. Since hoonie is known for his cold facade, you wanted to test how far you could go. Not that you've had a crush on your best friend no, who am I kidding

So anyways, knowing that hoon will not suspect anything if you do give him pocky sticks on valentines day, you meet him after training at the dorm

"Heyy hoonie, do you want some pocky?"

"I don't know I've seen enough chocolate today -"

"It's strawberry pocky" you grin, it's his favorite.

"Give me"

You put the pocky in his mouth, and the other end in yours.

Sunghoon froze not understanding what was going on. You are nervous too, being so close to hoon, but still determined to get a reaction out of him as you continue biting the stick.

You press your lips against his in a swift action.

Sunghoon just stares at you, the tips of his ears reddening by minute.

"That was the best chocolate I've got today"

Jungwon :

You and your best friend jungwon were studying at the dorm. Well, he kinda forced you to come, since your last results were not so good.

You wanted to go to this Cafe with your friend Somi. But knowing that jungwon will scold you if you don't study, and that his mom and your mom were also best friends, you accepted the situation.

But that doesn't change the fact, you are still mad at him. And you were going to get your revenge.

"Hey wonie, do you want pocky?"

His eyes didn't leave his textbook jungwon the model student I swear,

"Yeah sure"

"Open up" and jungwon opens his mouth awaiting the treat.

He continues to bite until he's hit with something soft. He furrows his eyebrows and looks up to be met with your face being so close.

Realisation hits him that the soft feeling were your lips.

He distracted quickly, his face burning in different shades of red.

"W-what are you doing Y/N? This isn't funny"

"That's for forcing me to study" you smiled mischievously, enjoying jungwon loose his composure.

But jungwon doesn't let you have the end of it, he takes your arm causing you to fall forward onto his lips. You are at loss for words when he says

"I'm telling everyone we are dating Y/N. That's for messing with me. "

Sunoo:

It was actually sunoo that came to you to play the pocky game. He has played it with many classmates - yes even with girls that you knew had a crush on him.

It infuriated you that he was always so flirty, and smiley. Yes, you loved ddeonu's positive nature but sometimes you couldn't stand that he was nice to everyone. Jealousy by Monsta x is playing

"Okey ddeonu" and sunoo smiled taking the seat opposite from you, awaiting that you put the pocky in your mouth at the other end.

Sunoo was smiley like usual, when it was time to part from the pocky, you grabbed his shoulders and let your lips press onto his.

That was actually the first time you saw sunoo speachless. He looked down at his lap as he felt his cheeks and neck getting hot. You loved it, making him act so embarrassed.

You got up, ready to leave the empty classroom, as sunoo held your hand. Making you stop in your tracks.

"Is this a dream Y/N?"

"H-huh?"

"The girl I like kissed me. So you like me too?" sunoo says and looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go but you weren't complaining

Ni-ki:

So this child, is competitive.

You just had to go "Let's play the pocky game, the winner buys tteokkbokki"

And this mf would be already unpacking the pocky bag.

Niki was so clueless to your plan, it was so funny.

You both took the pocky stick in your mouths, biting til there was only a few centimeters left.

Niki was already backing away but weren't having it as you suddenly lunge forward and peck his lips.

He just looks at you as you were out of your mind, but his heart was racing like crazy.

"A-are you still buying tteokkbokki? We can have another round to determine the winner" niki says

Damb

I cannot stress how excited I am

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Y/N L/N

top of your class, loved by everyone, good at everything; these are just a few words that dances on people's lips when they look at you. with a loving family and amazing friends, you live a happy life as one of the most popular students at Decelis Academy, your dream art school. kind, sweet, friendly, you're always ready to help anyone in need. a hopeless romantic.

NING YIZHUO

1/2 y/n protection squad. with a passion for luxurious parties, theatre nights out and karaoke sessions, ningning is the type of person to lift your spirits up whenever you feel sad. she's also really smart, though she prefers to remain modest about her intelligence and usually never studies, just so she can go out on her weekly shopping spree with sunoo. a total crackhead and ready to fight anyone who might hurt you. bubble tea enthusiast.

KIM SUNOO

1/2 y/n protection squad. your other bestie who is obsessed with shopping and social media. the sassy influencer that everyone loves and treasures. everyone's friend but only your best friend. very smart and he flexes with it. he loves teasing you to no end, but he also likes genuinely complimenting you when you dress up! that one friend who will call you before sleeping and fall asleep together as you guys talk about your shitty days.

━━━━ 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃 !

PARK SUNGHOON

if this man had a second name, it would be rebellious. people think his life is perfect, but it is far from it. he was raised by his grandfather, as his parents were too busy to even talk to him. wanted to rule the family business just thanks to his grandpa. a big party lover, always outside; a night owl. the most popular student at Decelis Academy and a total heartthrob at day, street racer at night. wears the smell of danger and adrenaline on his skin like a perfume.

SIM JAEYUN

sunghoon's absolutely crazy friend. always there to make him smile and make him happy. a total puppy whenever he sees his friends, excited for any hang-out, but once he jumps in his car, he's a whole another man. concentrated, fierce, powerful. drives on those streets like he owns them. big flirt, yet his soul is innocent. just tries to love everyone and succeeds, because all of his friends are emo and in need of love. also a really smart student of Decelis Academy, part of sunghoon's class (along with jay).

YANG JUNGWON

sassy model with the biggest heart. gets so many pick-up lines, he hates hearing them by now so he sometimes slides one in sunghoon's dms, then acts like nothing happened. has a cold expression, but that's only because he's so tired of the modeling industry and its strict rules. wants to come to street races but can't because he'll be recognized by all the students of the academy that swarm the place. that really cuddly friend who always rests his head on hoon's or jay's shoulder when they're hanging out together. a softie that needs to be protected.

PARK JONGSEONG

people actually think he's responsible, but he's quite literally the first one to fly with his car, dominating the streets at every race. every night, every day, he's out; either partying with his friends or losing his time in a library, falling asleep with a book on his face until jungwon comes to collect him. jay's a mess, but his friends cannot thank the universe enough for having him in their group. sunghoon treasures him and his friendship too much for his own well-being.

NISHIMURA RIKI

mischevious little prick. would do anything to stop being scolded by his parents, but somehow does the opposite of what they want anyways. calls everyone old just because he can. always has a smirk plastered on his face when he sees sunghoon because they always cause trouble together. sees him as a role model because he wants to take over his father's place in his family business too, and he admires sunghoon very much for all the things he went through.

LEE HEESEUNG

the only responsible one in his group. don't let that fool you, he can beat someone to a pulp if they hurt his friends, and will not care about it. the father of his friend group just because he loves taking care of them. is only sweet to his group of friends. everyone is scared of him and his powerful presence when he walks on the hallways of their academy. an absolute boss when it comes to racing and will flex in everyone's faces that he's the ace. falls asleep in his car way too often and sunghoon always has to come and carry him home. also, hoon's right hand and most trusted person.

━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 !

QUEEN

self-explanatory. she's the queen of the street races. the well-known goddess that rarely appears at night when everybody's already drunk, with an angel mask on her face and a sly smirk on her lips. confident, talented, and ruthless. will step on anyone who will stand in her way. has everyone at the races wrapped around her little finger, but she hides a big secret. nobody knows it, and she wants her identity to stay hidden, so that's why she only writes her thoughts on a private twitter account.

━━━━ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 !

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miss me if you want to — fushiguro megumi x reader

a/n: happy late birthday pookie wc: 3.6k megumi ends up at his old middle school for a mission, and reminisces on his time there, with you. fluff/humor, happy ending, gojo being his dad self

megumi kept his hands in his pockets as he scoped the halls of urami east middle school, desperately trying to ignore the entourage of sorcerers behind him and their barrage of questions. unfortunately for megumi, nobara just discovered a commonality. (“fushiguro, let’s go beat up that guy! for old time’s sake, you know!” “kugisaki, you can’t just point to every man and ask to beat them up. we don’t know anybody here! and you can’t say old times sake if you didn't even go here, right?”)

it took all his willpower not to turn around and curse them both back to jujutsu tech, their voices burning through his ears and building an irritation in his gut. any of his old classmates who recognized him seemed to gape, just before ducking their heads and scurrying down the hall. it didn’t give him much to work with regarding the assignment. his friends giggled, poorly hiding it behind their hands.

it was hard for the nostalgia of his middle school and the presence of old peers to settle in with the constant whispering behind him, even if part of himself wasn’t sure that he wanted to reflect on his time there. he remembered the cream-colored walls and tan uniform jackets being less harsh on his eyes, every memory he could recall was hazed over with a dark grime.

the smell of freshly waxed floors and chalk dust washed over him like waves, passing his old classroom’s doors that were propped open. he could hear the muffled lessons, and wondered the last time he really used any academics from–

“fushiguro, why don’t you have anything in the trophy case?” nobara pondered, dragging her finger along the glass border.

“they’ve gotta have one for the best stink-face, right?” yuji howled with laughter. “you’d totally win!”

“can you guys get it together? we’re not going to get anywhere if you keep messing around,” megumi said, not bothering to spare them a glance. he refused to prove itadori right with his stink-face. “go walk the south corridor, there’s a few offices for the staff, they might know something.”

“fushiguro,” yuji whined. 

“go.” 

reluctantly, his friends shuffled away. “yeah, i think we kind of pushed our luck that time,” nobara mumbled.

finally, he reveled in the silence. there was a bud of anxiety in his stomach, a nagging feeling that just around the corner would be a teacher to chastise him for his history of delinquency. on the other hand, the possibility of seeing one of the many faces he had beaten and bruised.

megumi rounded the corner that led to the library and various study rooms, keeping his gaze on the windows. he remembered the landscape being different, more sullen, but still captivating him as much. he remembered his frequent trips to the library when he wasn’t spending his time rounding together the bullies and failures that infested the school.

the library wasn’t special, but he could always–

“megumi?”

megumi’s eyes widened as he whipped his head forward. the voice, though unexpected, was unmistakable in his mind. his bud of anxiety bloomed when he saw you, your head tilted in the same bewilderment. out of all places, he didn’t expect to see you at the place you graduated, just over a year ago.

the fog that coated all his memories seemed to dissipate, recollection of you clouded with a glow that couldn’t compare to the way you looked now. your school uniform was haphazard, white button up untucked and rolled to your elbows and your dark jacket was discarded on the library cart you leaned on. your confusion washed away and your face was taken up by a bright smile, and with that megumi blushed furiously.

“y/n? i didn’t expect to see you here.” he cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure, and closed the gap between you so all that was left in the way was the cart. you craned your neck to meet his gaze, he’d grown a bit. “don’t tell me they made you repeat.”

shaking your head, you laughed. he missed that. “you’re telling me, you’re supposed to be all the way at jujutsu tech. what are you doing here?”

“i asked you first.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. always so combative.

“i use my free period to help out here, it’s only like a five minute walk from the high school.”

megumi hummed. so you decided to stay close. it was always a toss up. 

“so, how’s jujutsu tech so far? everything you wanted and more?”

megumi smiled, recalling the day he told you that’s where he would be attending, and you found it completely ridiculous. hilarious, even. a religious school, for him? if you hadn’t met gojo before you would have thought he was sentencing megumi there as some sort of punishment for his delinquency at school. unfortunately, you had met gojo, and the idea of him teaching at a religious school and dragging megumi with him only drove you to further hysterics. 

the humor you found in all of it almost made up for the lies he was feeding you. a part of him longed for you to have some cursed energy to see all that he did, so you could understand the life he lives. maybe if you did, you would go to jujutsu tech with him, and he could share more of his life with you.

but megumi knew you were much better off without it, and without him. here, in your home environment, you were glowing. you were living a good and safe life, and he would keep it that way.

so, he fed you more white lies. kept it all vague and lighthearted so you could sleep easy. the school staff was capable, his studies were improving, and his classmates were… tolerable, at best. or so he claimed. the lighthearted jokes at their expense were always followed by a compliment on their character, you knew he was fond of them.

before he knew it, the two of you were strolling around the campus together with your shoulders glued to each other like you were back in routine. everything about being with you again was timeless. you still exaggerated with your hands and paused at the ends of your sentences to enunciate with your facial expressions, and always stayed on his left side so he didn’t have to face down the beating sun when he was looking at you. and he was always looking at you.

every once in a while, your hand brushed up against his and his movements would stutter. he would wait for some sort of reaction, though he wasn’t sure why. confirmation, that it was okay? or to see how much he could get away with. you acted as if it was nothing, and he wondered if you’d stay like that if he closed the distance and finally grasped your hand with his.

megumi had your school blazer draped over his other arm. he wasn’t much of a talker, even with you. but it seemed once you were able to get his shoulders to relax and his guard slipped a bit more, he rambled on about the more trivial things in his life. his friends– “i wouldn’t call them that” – and their endless enthusiasm. it’s like they were born yesterday, and every day in tokyo they lived like a fish out of water. they dragged him into a lot of things, but also held him back. megumi rolled his eyes when you said it was probably a good thing, since you weren’t around to do that anymore. you also weren’t very good at it.

megumi couldn’t look at you when you smiled like that, like an all-knowing entity that can see through the cracks in his image. like you knew him better than he knew himself, because in some ways you did. he looked at the ground, his shoes, and the trees, anything that couldn’t perceive the blush that ran up his neck.

“fushiguro?!”

he didn’t realize the lax in his composure until he tensed up again at the screech of his name not too far behind him. his smile dropped and he was brought back to the reality of his situation, being on a mission, scrounging for any murmurs about this curse he was meant to be hunting while dragging around two idiots with him. 

nobara and yuji were pale from shock, stiff as boards at the sight of their fushiguro cozy with some stranger. nitta was next to them, jaw agape as she stared and slithered her phone out of her pocket.

megumi’s eye twitched.

“fushiguro, is this why you sent us off to the teacher's lounge? to flirt?! with a girl?!” yuji cried, pointing an accusatory finger as he fell to his knees. the pavement cracked beneath him as he slammed his fist into the concrete in despair. 

“fushiguro, don’t tell me you’ve gone soft for some pretty girl? we’re here for business!” nobara claimed, crossing her arms.

“they’re your friends you were talking about, ‘gumi?” you hummed, looking at him. you batted your eyelashes with an amused expression. 

god, no. he couldn’t spit out the words when he was barely holding on to his composure at the nickname. these people, in the matching uniforms? never met ‘em.

a gust of wind weaved itself through your hair and yuji was at your feet, his incredible speed surprising you enough that you sidestepped right into megumi’s chest. his breath hitched, somewhere between a gasp at the sudden contact and a sigh of disappointment towards yuji’s behavior. nobara was quick behind him, her anger had dissolved into a teasing nature.

humiliation swelled in his chest and lumped in the back of his throat, in the back of his mind he was routing all the ways he could get back at yuji later for the way he was acting. 

“you told her about us?!” yuji said, his excitement warming the air around him. 

“‘course he did,” nobara smirked. “we are your best friends, aren’t we, ‘gumi?”

megumi sighed. he wouldn’t live that down. “y/n, this is itadori and kugisaki, they’re the other first years at jujutsu tech. this is y/n, we went to middle school together.”

you smiled and offered a finger wave.

“middle school, huh? and you’re still here?” nobara’s eyes sparkled. you wouldn’t admit out loud that the intensity in her grin made your stomach turn. she placed a hand on her chest dramatically, “you get in too much trouble? got held back? i understand the life–“

“you must have the funniest stories about fushiguro!” the pink-haired boy interrupted with his laughter. “did he ever–“

“i need to walk y/n back to her class before she’s late,” megumi cut him off sharply. “head back to the car and i’ll meet you there, after i get back we should get going anyway.”

without a second thought, he grabbed your arm gently and tugged you with him to turn around. you were able to call out a quick, it was nice to meet you! before you were pulled around the corner.

his steps were quicker than yours so his hand made its way to the small of your back as he ushered you to meet his pace and put the distance between you and the gawking seagulls behind him.

your heart stuttered at the contact but you didn’t stop him, and instead leaned closer to his side. that seemed to jolt some sense into him, his fingers tensing and relaxing again on the soft fabric of your uniform and ultimately deciding to stay put. that didn’t make him any less hyper-aware of it, though. he flickered gaze from you to the sidewalk, back to you, and the sidewalk again. 

“i’m sorry about them. they’re idiots sometimes,” he mumbled. “most of the time, actually.”

the path to the highschool felt oddly familiar. the trees waved gently in the wind and beckoned him back to his memories of walking you home from school, the warmth of the sunshine on his skin much the same as the warmth that sprouted in his stomach when he was around you. 

he always stood straighter when he was beside you, squeezing your hand tightly when crossing the street and tucked you under his arm when passing by anyone he deemed suspicious. which, to a young megumi who saw the world in black and white, was much of the population. in those times where his adrenaline was pumping, he never thought twice about protecting you. even against what you couldn’t see, like curses, strolling through the streets unchecked. 

“don’t apologize, ‘gumi. they seem like fun.” you chuckled, rubbing your knuckles gently. you couldn’t blame them for their reactions, nor could you blame your friend for not ever telling them about you. he was always a bit reserved. “i think they’re just excited to learn something about you.”

you had classes with him, and there were often times he would come in late with bloody knuckles and his hair tousled. most days he would tell you why, how they were smoking on school grounds or picking on someone in the cafeteria. other days he wouldn’t, he refused to even give you an idea of the things they said or did, and though it drove you crazy for a few hours you would eventually drop it. 

and he got to keep it to himself, the way other boys would talk about you. despite not knowing you, they made their assumptions and boasted about untrue speculations. rumors and comments were short-lived when he was around, and he wondered if it stayed that way after he left.

megumi carried the secret of the jujutsu world on his shoulders, all the unruly death he’d witnessed, his sister’s curse. despite the way he’d grown in the jujutsu world and how desensitized he’d become to some things, they still haunted him. he’d would’ve liked to keep something good a secret too, just for a little while longer. 

“yeah, well, i think i’d rather keep you to myself.”

“don’t tell me you’re embarrassed of me.” your teasing tone was in one ear and out the other for megumi. his tongue swelled in his throat as he tripped over his own words. you laughed, and he seemed to relax.

his hand had slipped from your back and rested between you. you found the confidence to grasp the sleeve of his uniform and keep a hold of it comfortably, watching his expression melt into a smile he couldn’t hide behind bitten cheeks.

you weren’t one to ever think you could change megumi fushiguro, though there were many times you were the one repeating in his ear to just let it go so you could go eat lunch together. (on the flip side, there were also times you were chanting his name off the sidelines watching it all unfold on your lunch period like an MMA fight). you never sought to make him a softer, more well-rounded student, nor did you ask him to ever open himself up to you.

but he did, and despite the time passed be still preened his vulnerability to you like an open wound seeking care. 

“i missed you, y/n,” megumi said suddenly. 

“those jujutsu tech kids can’t replace me, huh?”

he smiled, shaking his head. “it’s not even close.”

the roof of the highschool peaked over the trees ahead. 

“i missed you too, ‘gumi.” a question laid on the tip of your tongue, and you quickly swallowed it before it could tumble out. “do you think… that you’ll come by again? when it's not for some school project?” 

“i’m sure i could find a reason to.”

you looked up to him, meeting his amorous gaze. it was your turn to blush, scrunching up to hide the bashful smile that threatened to take over. “you have my number, you know. it hasn’t changed.”

megumi nodded. “yeah, things have been… busy, for a while now. it’s hard to get away.”

the two of you closed in on the school’s entrance, still tiptoeing the line of hand-holding. megumi faced you fully now, silent, and blocking the sun’s rays as he stared down at you with his eyes full of adoration. he looked at you like he did on graduation day– a heavy cloud of fear hanging above him, pouring down the terrifying thought he would never see you again.

“call me and tell me all about it, yeah?” 

he smirked. “i will.”

he always clung to darker clothes and aesthetics, but you thought he looked best in the sunlight. his dark hair was coated with a navy luster, similar to that of his eyes. you could see his reddening cheeks better, when there wasn’t any shade to hide them.

“thanks for walking me back,” you said, your gaze flickering around his face, soaking in his appearance while still in front of you. he had already changed so much since the last time you saw him.

“it’s not a problem, i’m happy to spend time with you.” megumi paused, reaching for the door handle with a pit in his stomach growing. “i hope i didn’t make you late.”

you smiled. “i think i’ll be okay.” 

a beat of silence passed, and your face twisted into one of concentration as you stared him down. a small sigh left your lips, one of surrender as you settled on your decision. he registered the shift in your demeanor and he narrowed his eyebrows as he observed.

you grabbed the lapel of his uniform suddenly and tugged him downward to connect his lips with yours. the initial impact softened when he registered his surroundings and relaxed, molding against your grasp and sliding his hands over the curve of your waist. relief washed over you and you ran your fingers over the nape of his neck. he paused briefly, to catch your reaction as you regained your breathing, and then nudged his nose against your cheek before kissing you again.

megumi’s breathing was quick, excitement drumming through his body as he focused on you, and only you. he never had the luxury of anticipating this, expecting such affection from you was reckless and selfish despite all the times he’d thought of it. here you were, before him, unknowingly giving in to his delicate fantasies.

you pulled away, breathless as you met his eyes. his smile was gentle, expression refrained while his admiration poured into his steel grip on you, keeping you close.

“call me, okay?” you let out a winded laugh, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.

megumi nodded, swallowing the desperation that clawed his throat. you stepped away, and he ached for your warmth on his skin again. he was still reeling from the interaction, helplessly watching with an emptiness in his hands as you slipped out of his grasp and opened the door for yourself. 

you disappeared, and he was left alone with the resounding click of the door. 

bonus 

“y/n! oh, they grow up so fast.” gojo cradled nitta’s phone in his hand with a wobbly lip, wiping a theatrical tear from his cheek. a fuming fushiguro was pictured with all his focus aimed towards his friends, with you awkwardly smiling at his side, completely ignorant to nitta’s rapid clicking. gojo swiped through the photos quickly, watching megumi’s mouth snap open and closed over and over. he sighed longingly, “the one who got away.” 

nobara leaned forward on her crossed legs, tensely gripping the loungeroom couch. “i knew they had history, fushiguro was totally defensive over her.”

beside her, yuji was perched on the armrest with his eyes blown wide– bearing resemblance to a gargoyle. “yeah, he got all clammy and weird. i’ve never seen him like that before.”

“well,” gojo set the phone down on the coffee table, for all to see. “megumi can be a little rough around the edges, but he’s got his moments.”

“so, what’s she really like? was she shoving people in lockers like fushiguro? i bet they were some sort of sick power couple, she seems like she’s got a dark side.”

their teacher smirked, leaning back in the armchair as he listened to their conspiracies. ‘sick power couple’ was a quite generous interpretation of your and megumi’s younger days– gojo recalled the awkward preteens you were, bumping into each other and melting into a flushed state during study nights (strictly stated by megumi not to be referred to as dates). gojo never, ever helped such situations, often making them worse with a shove or teasing comment at the boy’s expense. 

“ha! i doubt it, she was way too nice to us.”

you were moreso a bystander to megumi’s antics, sometimes a cheerleader. but it was still like you to snap, or slap, him back to his senses whenever he got all ‘high and mighty’ like some ‘reactionary douchebag’ –stated in your own eloquence. gojo remembered the times you’d unlock the front door and throw it open with one hand, dragging a frustrated megumi whose physical bruises mirrored the ones on his ego. you’d throw him to the nearest chair and welcome yourself to the apartment’s amenities while he wallowed in silence, both of you waiting for the air to settle and ignoring the presence of his guardian and his amused expression.

“man, fushiguro must be pretty bummed right now.”

the loungeroom door swung open abruptly, the door handle cementing itself in the drywall. megumi presented himself in his rage, his cursed energy fiercely blazing around him and crackling at his fingertips. his expression was dark, eyes immediately drawn to the center coffee table with nitta’s own slideshow presentation of yet another humiliating moment for him. 

nobara and yuji were struck with fear, paling in solidarity with the wallpaper. nitta quivered behind them, crouching.

gojo let out a low whistle. “someone’s going through it. don’t tell me she left you on read.”