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Two hearts • | part 2 |

Summary: studying with Hermione. That’s fun, right?

Pairing: Hermione Granger x gn!reader

Warnings: None, fluff

Words: 1.6k

A/n: Happy new year everyone! First post of the year 😆 i stayed up so late last night in order to write this and because of my tiredness im sure they’ll be a lot of mistakes there so im sorry for that. (: Enjoy!

Frustration washed over you as you closed the book sitting in front of you. You’ve been studying for a few hours, it was a tiring day if you were to be honest. Classes ended around lunch time and after that you run immediately to the library for a last study session before Christmas holidays.

Many people would think that was weird, most of the students were already celebrating and packing their bags to go back home, but you. Since you would be staying at Hogwarts, you wanted to get over with your homework so you could enjoy holidays without having to worry about schoolwork. So that’s what you did, after a long 4 hours you finally finished. You packed your things and got ready to leave, already making plans about passing by your dorm to leave your school stuff before going a walk to Hogsmeade.

You begun walking towards the exit but stopped when your eyes found a figure sitting at a table on your left. She had her back facing you so that meant she didn’t even know you were standing there. You took in the girl in front of you, she had her head buried in a book in front of her and more books stacked on her left.

It was only two days since your encounter on the astronomy’s tower. You hadn’t talked since then, sure you’d seen her in the hallways, you would share soft smiles and you’d stare at her during class. But you hadn’t been alone together since that night. You couldn’t help but rethink about that day, how you felt comfortable around her, how it felt right. You’d agreed to spend Christmas together and that made you to look forward to it.

Taking in a breath, your legs brought you closer to her table without your consent. The brunette looked up, clearly aware of you standing there. The moment her eyes found yours she let out a smile, “Y/n.. Hey.” She greeted, before dropping her book back to the table and straightening her back, now having all her attention to you.

That made you more confident so you smiled back, “I didn’t know you were here..” You said and moving closer to sit on a chair across from her.

“I came here about thirty minutes ago, I’m trying to finish schoolwork before holidays start..” She mentioned to the books around her but pushed them further so she could look at you better. “What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?” She gasped dramatically, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Haha, you wish. You know, I had the same thought. Though, I’m already done with my homework.” You teased her, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What? Are you serious?” Hermione asked, clearly shocked. You nodded and she breathed out, looking back down on her books. “Good for you..” She murmured.

After a few seconds of silence you cleared your throat successfully getting her attention. Hermione bobbed her head up, looking at your in question.

“You need any help?” A small smirk played on your lips as you sat there. You watched as she rolled her eyes, “No, thank you.” She said and looked back downwards. But you could see her mouth curved into a small smile from where you sat. That made you smile too, it was the second time you’ve been with her alone, and it still felt just as relaxing as the first time.

A few minutes passed with you just staring at the brown haired girl, she just looked so peaceful just sitting there. Until you heard Hermione’s voice, she didn’t look up again as she knew you were listening. “Don’t you have anything else to do?” She asked, noting something on her notebook. “I mean, you already finished your work. Why don’t you go enjoy the rest of the day? Is it that fun watching me study?”

“If I’m being honest, yes. It’s fun. I enjoy watching you.” You grinned. Hermione bit her lip, staring at you with a face you couldn’t quite understand.

She let out a laugh, going back down on her work. “You’re weird.” She commented, at that you smiled wider.

“Maybe I am. Now, do you want to accept my offer of help or do you want to be here until tomorrow?” You said, raising an eyebrow. She looked up and took a breath. “You know you’re a bit annoying, right?” She asked and you tried to look offended but you quickly laughed.

“Yeah, I know..” You agreed and leaned back in your chair.

“Okay.” She suddenly said and you looked at her in confusion. “Okay, I accept your offer of help.. But only because I want to get it done quickly.” She explained and you moved to sit on the chair beside her. Your shoulders slightly touching hers. You could feel the warmth of her skin even with all those layers you two wore.

Taking a look at her notes you let out a laugh, “Come on, that’s easy.”

“Yes, I know it’s easy, you dumb. I would have finished it if you’d stop talking all the time..” She joked and bumped her shoulder to yours.

“Okay, okay. Let’s solve it together.” You said and picked her pencil to note something on her notebook.

An hour and a half later you let out a breath, pushing the books away from you and leaning backwards. “Wow, that was fast..” Hermione smiled and closed the book in front of her, agreeing with you. “It was.. Thank you for helping me..”

“It was nothing, really. I’m happy to be in your services.” You smiled and stood up, stretching your back. “What are you doing now?” You asked as Hermione stood beside you, putting her books in her bag.

“I’m thinking about going to bed.. It was a tiring day.” She said with tired eyes, and you nodded. “You should go too.” Again all you did again was nod your head and pull your bag over your shoulder waiting for Hermione to get to your side.

Hermione noticed your quietness and looked at you, “What’s going on?” She asked, worry in her eyes.

You shook your head, “Nothing, it’s just that I can’t really sleep the past few days. I mean, I sleep a few hours. But I constantly wake up at night and sometimes I can’t go back to sleep.” You paused as Hermione reached your side and you started walking towards the exit. “I wish that my mind could stop thinking and worrying so I could just sleep for a bit..”

Hermione looked at you with sad eyes, but no the ones with pity. She looked like she was worried about you, like she was feeling your pain. “I can try to find a spell to make you sleep better..?” She offered and you couldn’t help but smile at that. She really was so caring.

You slightly shook your head, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I think I’m just gonna take some pills to make me sleepy.” You opened the door for Hermione to get out before getting out yourself. “Even though I’m going to be like a zombie the whole day.” You tried to joke as you walked through the hallways.

“Alright, but if you ever change your mind. I’ll be happy to help you..” She offered and reached for your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thanks, Hermione.” After that you stayed quiet as you walked her towards her common room.

After saying your goodbyes you turned and walked to Slytherins common room, walking straight to your dorm. Throwing your bag down on the floor beside your desk.

One of your roommates was there, Astoria. She was also your friend. Her and Hestia. Those two have always been your best friends.

“Where have you been all day? I’ve been searching you everywhere.” Astoria asked, closing her bag and moving to sit on your bed.

“After classes were over I went to the library to study.” You replied, moving to grab your notebook from your bag. With it in your hands you sat down beside your friend. “Why missed me?” You teased her.

“Yeah, right.” She laughed as Hestia entered the room.

“What’s going on? Why is she laughing?” Hestia asked, completely confused about your other friend.

You shook your head, chuckling as you opened your notebook, looking at the sketches you made not awhile ago. A voice beside your ear scared you and you raised your head looking at the person beside you weirdly.

“Y/n started drawing again! Hestia, come here.” Your annoying friend said as she took the notebook from your hands, walking towards Hestia to show her.

The both of them looked at you, waiting for you to talk. “What?” You asked.

“Don’t ‘what’ us. You haven’t touched that notebook for awhile. It took me by surprise.” Astoria said, walking to you and handing you your sketchbook back.

“Oh, yeah..” You said, awkwardly not knowing what to say.

Hestia was the one to talk now, more calmly than Astoria. “How are you feeling lately, Y/n?” She asked.

“Fine, I guess.. I mean, I still have trouble at sleeping but..” You started, your hands finding your bed seats to fiddle with.

“But?” The girl in front of you pressed.

“I met someone. A few nights ago, when I went on a walk.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell your friends about Hermione yet. Did Hermione even told Harry and Ron about you?

“And? That’s it?” Astoria asked, clearly not convinced that this was it.

“Kind of, we’ve only hanged out two times. We don’t really know each other..” You said, not really wanting to continue. You knew that was a big discussion and right now all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Alright.. Well, when you feel ready you can tell us about them, okay?” Hestia said, giving you a soft smile and moving back to her bed. Astoria nodded along and went to her own.

“Thank you, really..” You smiled as you three got ready for bed. After exchanging goodnights you let sleep take over you.

I NEED TO FIND THIS FANFICTION PLEASE

So basically it's a kazuha x reader where we're in the same litterature class as him and we think he's a misogynist because of some things he said abt a book and we are rivals and we hate him and he asks "do you really think I'm a misogynist ?" I don't remember from there but at the end we're dating I LOVE THIS FF PLEASE

first meeting

-" Welcome! There are different flavors, choose you're favorite, or just take all.. don't poo... "

RIN ITOSHI -> LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE.. (O)

SILENT TREATMENT -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

BREAK A LEG! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

HE PLAYS VOLLEYBALL LIKE I EAT MY FOOD -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

WHO'S THAT BOY? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

NOT FOR YOU! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

SMACK THE BIRDIE! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

LEMME SHOOT MY SHOT! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

NO TIME FOR RUNNING! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

..YOU CAN COME OVER NOW. -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

AIM FOR THE BULLSEYE! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

SO COLD YET YOU WARM MY HEART! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

WHEN IT'S DARK, YOU'RE MY STAR! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

ITS OKAY, YOU CAN DO IT! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, CHIGIRI

WHAT ARE THEY DOING THERE? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI, HIORI

JUST TAKE YOUR TIME.. -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

AIM, FIRE ! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

I CAN'T LEAVE MY SKIN ALONE.. -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

WHAT DO YOU MEAN? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI, HIORI, OTOYA

I ONLY SWIM FREE! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

..STILL COLD YET YOU WARM MY HEART! -> OTOYA, KARASU, HIORI, ARYU, KUNIGAMI, KAISER, KURONA

SO SICK! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

CARLOS OLIVEIRA! -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

..WHAT ARE YOU DOING? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

WHY ARE YOU LIVING ON THE EDGE? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

YOU WANT TO WHAT? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN IM NOT THERE? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, CHIGIRI

THERE'S ALWAYS A DIFFERENT WAY -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

MAYBE YOU SHOULD QUIT.. -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

DON'T EAT THAT.. -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

DO YOU HEAR THAT WATERFALL? -> ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

SMACK THAT BIRDIE AGAIN! -> AYRU, OTOYA, HIORI, KARASU, KURONA, CHARLES

SLEEPING OVER! -> ISAGI, NAGI

LIFE AS RIN ITOSHI'S GIRLFRIEND.

HEYYY🦅

I really likes your megumi drabble. HE SO CUTE😭😭 i kinda wish you write more megumi 🩷

megumi fluff (?) and angst at your service! sorry it took FOREVER i had 478274 exams these past few weeks ughhh sorry & ily thx for the req ~~~

he likes me, he likes me not

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

all megumi fushiguro does is apologize when he rejects you. everything changes because of your confession.

content: angst, fluff if you squint, all characters aged up to 17-18!!!, misunderstandings, confessions, eventual relationship!, megumi is so bad at feelings, ooc megumi a little sorry, takes place at jujutsu tech high school and shibuya has NEVER happened so life is good, yuji and nobara are your besties

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“i like you.”

for a moment, the world stills. everything comes to a halt.

megumi is sitting across from you at your favorite cafe, just down the street from tokyo jujutsu high, the school you’ve been attending for nearly two years now.

in that short amount of time, you’ve grown into a person you think the past you would’ve liked. you’re taller now, more fit and lean. you’ve got bounds of experience from your missions piled on your shoulders, the unwavering burden of being a jujutsu sorcerer making itself at home.

you’ve grown in other ways, too. you’re stronger now, you’ve got a good hold on your emotions. you haven’t seen your parents in months, but the sting doesn’t hurt anymore. you’re wiser. older. you’ve got a handle on your feelings.

then there’s megumi fushiguro.

oh, how enamored you’d been.

he’d spared no glance when he first met you. you had trudged into the classroom, eyes darting at the unfamiliar faces. gojo satoru, the undeniably handsome teacher of yours, introduced you brightly albeit the low energy of the room.

you had weaved your way into the jujutsu world, just as you had been able to slither your way into the lives of your newfound friends.

but megumi, oh, megumi fushiguro.

it had taken you laborious months to befriend the raven haired boy. his uninviting attitude hindered your relationship with him for some time, and you had half-heartedly decided to pursue something else, but your near death experience during a particularly difficult mission with him had sent him reeling. he had held onto you the entire time you cried for your mother.

you don’t talk about that day. he doesn’t mention it, either.

“what?” his eyes, dark blue, blink in surprise. his lips are parted slightly. “what did you say?”

your throat constricts. then, the words flow: “i’m in love with you.”

love. it’s too strong of a word. you’re not even quite sure what it means, or if what you feel is actually love.

the cafe begins to bustle with life again. the barista from behind the counter steams some milk—almond—and she glances up at a customer approaching. the music from the overhead speakers filters it’s way softly into your ears. it’s a cheesy love song, and you can’t help but feel like it isn’t the right time for that.

“are you serious?” he says, almost spitting out his drink.

“i mean,” you shrug, “yeah? i wouldn’t bring you all the way out here to fuck with you.”

he blinks again. his lashes flutter perfectly. it’s annoying how perfect he is. there’s a slight hue of pink to his cheeks, but not enough to confirm anything—just speculation.

“i’m sorry,” he begins, breathing it out all in one go. “i’m really sorry.”

if you’re being honest with yourself, you’d seen it coming from a mile away; megumi fushiguro is different. he’s got the composure of a brick wall. the perpetual frown on his face never, ever leaves, not even when he’s with you. he doesn’t crack, doesn’t shake. his soul is hardened from things that he’ll never speak of with you.

“it’s okay,” you say, but it’s not.

you’ve changed—grown into a person you’re proud of, but you’re still stuck sometimes. you’re still a pushover. still just a small shrimp in the vast ocean. still apologizing for your existence.

“i’m sorry,” megumi repeats.

you know he’s apologetic, that he really means it, just from the way his brows furrow slightly. you know him too well for your own good. you don’t think he can say the same about you.

“it’s fine.” your voice breaks. you duck your head in embarrassment. rejection has never hurt you this badly. “you don’t have to apologize for not liking me back. it’s not your fault.”

you wonder why you’re comforting him when he’s the one who has ripped your heart out completely.

“i’m gonna head back,” he mumbles out, hesitating to reach out and dab away your tears with the napkin he’s been wringing around his thin fingers. “you… should come, too.”

you shake your head. “i think i’m gonna finish my coffee.”

he offers a smile. “you can finish mine as well, if you’d like.”

“nah,” you say, scrunching your nose through watery eyes, “black coffee isn’t really my thing.”

“yeah.” his laugh is soft, almost forced, but you can tell it’s genuine. “i know.”

oh, you think. it really hurts.

he knows.

something inside you snaps. your lungs feel itchy. your ribs squeeze. you think that it would’ve been easier to never say anything at all.

megumi leaves the store. the jingle of the bell above the frame rings through the air. you’re left with your cold cup of coffee and megumi’s cup across from you.

the barista gives you a look of pity. you chug down your drink and chug his, too.

it’s bitter.

-☆

megumi arrives to his dorm exactly five minutes after four pm. he slips off his sweater and changes into a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. his mind is blank, except for the image of your teary eyes.

he swallows nervously. maybe he’ll sleep it off.

“yo, megumi.” yuji slams himself against the door impatiently. “how’d it go?”

megumi sighs, the irritation swiftly making its way into his fatigued body. he opens the door and yuji tumbles in without an invitation.

“what are you talking about?” megumi mutters with another sigh.

“the confession,” yuji says matter-of-factly.

megumi stares. “you knew?”

yuji’s smile slowly removes itself from his lips. “…yeah? it was pretty obvious.”

“what was obvious?”

“that she likes you…?” yuji tilts his head. “and you like her back, right? so i figured you guys would be all cuddled up in here.”

megumi doesn’t say anything. the gears in yuji’s head begin to turn as he looks around the room, noticing the comfy attire megumi has on.

“you said that you liked her back… right?” he raises an eyebrow. “because it’s not a secret that you do.”

“i left.”

“you left her there?!”

“i didn’t know what else to do.”

“so you said ‘yes, i’d like to be your boyfriend’ and then dipped out on her?”

“i didn’t say yes.”

yuji pauses. he looks at megumi, then at the made bed, then back at megumi.

“for fuck’s sake,” he groans, running his hands through his pink hair. “i’m gonna go.”

megumi stands there, appalled. the door is shut harshly and the hinges squeak. he’ll have to scold yuji about that later. for now, he wants to take a nap.

maybe he’ll feel better about everything when he wakes up.

-☆

on the other side of the building reserved for dorms, yuji crosses his way into the girls’ section. it still feels wrong no matter how many times he’s made this trip before.

he meets you on the way there. you’re dragging your feet, headphones strapped on your head, and lips quivering.

“hey,” he calls out, tapping your shoulder. “you okay?”

he waits until you hang the silver headphones on your neck. they’re megumi’s, he realizes as he sees the fading stickers on the metal plate.

“hm?”

“you okay?” he asks again. his eyes scan you for any signs of distress, and he can practically see it radiating off of you.

“yeah,” you hum, “i’m cool.”

“want me to grab nobara?” he suggests with a grin.

“sure,” you say.

the sun feels hot on your back. you hate the way the school is so widespread for having such a small population.

“i can grab some ice cream,” yuji rambles. “and i’ll get us a notebook so we can write shitty things about megumi.”

you pat him on his back, but his sturdy body almost sends you flying backwards. he catches your wrist just before you fall, and he’s laughing at your expression with glee.

“you’re so funny,” he says through his fit of laughter. “you’ve gotten scrawnier. you needa eat more! i’ll get us snacks, too.”

you pout. “shut up, yuji. not everyone can be as buff as you and todo.”

“oh, todo is a whole different story.”

“tell me about it,” you say, playfully rolling your eyes. “i’ve seen him beat you up into a pulp.”

“hey! in my defense,” yuji says, his hands coming up to the sides of his ears, “i couldn’t do much against him!”

you’re nearing nobara’s dorm, which is right across from your own. you like how homey hers is compared to yours. she’s got a knack for interior design, or so she claims.

she swings the door open the moment you reach the inside of the building. you’re halfway down the hall when she sticks her head out from the frame of her room. her black roots are showing more than usual.

“how was it?” she asks once you’re close enough so that she can whisper.

you want to tell her that there’s no point in keeping it a secret. you had told yuji about your feelings far before you even mentioned to her, mainly because yuji had been your first friend at jujutsu high. megumi isn’t here, either, so there’s no reason to whisper when everyone knows.

“bad,” is all you reply with.

her eyes soften a considerable amount, an expression you’ve never seen on her face before. she takes a small breath and pulls you into her room by your arm.

you’re met with her fragrances, vanilla and strawberry—a nobara kugisaki signature scent. she had begged gojo to buy her shelves to place her k-pop albums on and sure enough, the white furniture stands proud at the far corner of the room. there are fake vines hanging from her ceiling right above her desk, where she has an organizer messily places over a few books.

“you wanna dye your hair?” she jokes, looking back at you. “my roots are coming in so we might as well dye yours while we touch up mine.”

“is orange all you have?” yuji’s nose twitches. “i don’t think she’d look good in orange.”

“gee, thanks,” you sarcastically respond.

“sorry.”

nobara clicks her tongue. “wanna unpack?”

“kinda,” you say, your body going limp once you’re at the foot of her bed. you sprawl yourself on the silky sheets and stare up at the ceiling.

“get out, yuji,” nobara demands. she doesn’t even acknowledge his downturned lips.

“i know everything already!” he whines. he shuts the door behind him with much more care than he had with megumi’s.

“still!” she insists. “i wanna have a girls’ talk.”

“i’m one of the girls.” he crosses his arms.

nobara’s shoulders sag. “fine, but you need to go buy ice cream.”

“was planning on that already,” yuji replies. he taps quickly at his phone, presumably asking gojo for his credit card.

when yuji leaves the room, he promises that he’ll get your favorite flavor. once nobara senses that his presence is completely gone, she turns to look at you.

“i’m sorry for making you confess,” she whispers. her tone is comforting, genuine, soft. she takes you into her arms and squeezes your shoulders. “i really thought he liked you back.”

“it’s not your fault,” you reply earnestly. “i chose to do it out of my own selfish feelings.”

“you can cry,” she says, patting your head. at times like this, nobara seems years wiser than you are. her touch is warm.

you bite your lower lip. “don’t wanna. i think i’ll be fine.”

“okay,” she says, and you feel her chest vibrate with the word. “you’re allowed to cry, though. megumi would’ve been a shitty boyfriend, anyway.”

all you can do is let out a watery laugh. you don’t tell her that he would’ve been an amazing lover. he would’ve taken you out on dates at your favorite places because he’s observant like that. he would’ve known your favorite foods, though he knows them even as friends. he would’ve kissed you tenderly because that’s the type of boy he is. he’s the type to love carefully, like he’s afraid he’ll lose someone forever if he doesn’t.

“i’m up for dyeing your hair,” nobara pipes up after the silence that penetrates the room. “yuji’s right, though… i don’t think orange would suit you… ha.”

you giggle. “let’s just touch up yours, yeah?”

yuji’s footsteps can be heard from outside the door when you’re a third of the way done with nobara’s roots. she complains about how long he’d taken, but there’s no real malice in her voice. he explains that he had ran into trouble obtaining gojo’s card (“i had to beg him for it!”).

the ice cream is all melted. it’s gooey and delicious and makes you smile. as you look around your friends, your crinkled eyes say more words than you ever could.

“you’re welcome,” yuji says into your ear. “you don’t have to thank us for any of this.”

-☆

the next morning comes by quicker than you want it to. you mentally prepare yourself for seeing megumi in class at eight in the morning. you haven’t made a mistake as bad as confessing your dying, unrequited love on a wednesday afternoon quite like this before.

nobara had suggested walking with you the night before, but you’d sternly told her that you could handle it. looking back, maybe you should’ve agreed with her offer.

megumi isn’t in class when you come in. he’s usually there at least five minutes before gojo starts teaching. something inside you tells you it’s because of yesterday—as much as you hate to admit it.

he walks in through the sliding doors a few minutes late, but gojo pays him no attention. megumi has privileges like that—at least, with gojo. he’s practically your teacher’s son, and though you’ve never heard of the full story, you’re well aware of gojo’s slight favoritism.

the class is short. all jujutsu sorcery classes are. they mainly consist of typical real school lessons, only because under the law, jujutsu tech is still a high school. the other, much bigger portion of class with gojo is focused on maintaining cursed energy and providing yourself with the best possible victory in battle.

when it’s over, you don’t know if you should be relieved or upset. you won’t be able to see megumi after this, assuming that he’ll avoid you for a good month or two. however, you think you’d rather die than attempt to make conversation with him.

“don’t do anything stupid,” gojo warns, signaling the end of class.

you hear yuji snicker quietly and say, “yeah, nobara.”

the bickering brings a smile to your lips. from the corner of your eye, megumi shifts in his seat.

you decide that it’s best to let the feelings marinate, as stupid as it sounds. it’s an infinitely better choice than moping around and begging megumi for a chance. you may be soft, but you’ve got pride.

“see you guys,” you announce, more to yourself than to anyone.

“alright,” yuji calls after you, “see you later.”

you can’t help but feel a little disappointed with the lack of clinging when it comes to you. your absence doesn’t seem to cause a ruckus like it does for most people. you wonder if it had been yuji retiring early; would everyone else ask him to stay a minute longer?

that’s how life is for a while.

you attend class, spar a little, and sleep. some days you go out into the city with nobara. you avoid the cafe, even though it’s your favorite. perhaps it’s because you’re still embarrassed by megumi’s rejection. on other, slower days, gojo takes you all on outings because he’s basically everyone’s replacement father.

it’s still as tense as ever between you and megumi.

the boy doesn’t make any effort to reach out. you don’t blame him, though you should. he steals small glances at you, particularly when you’re smiling and forget to cover your teeth with your hands. that’s all he takes from you, and he can’t be the only guilty one, because that’s all you give.

on this day, gojo takes you all out to the fair. it’s annual, taking place in the beginning of summer, and it’s a great way to practice forming barriers and such. the fairs always bring out a few nasty curses that need to be exorcised—the four of you are already used to being dragged out here for that sole purpose.

as if gojo knows, he sends you out in pairs. of course, you’re paired with megumi fushiguro. at first, you open your mouth to reject gojo’s demand, but you notice the way megumi doesn’t seem to care and your resolve hardens.

“it’s really awkward around you guys.” gojo pretends to act busy, flicking something from his nails. he’s got his sunglasses on and the ladies around him fawn.

“huh?” you and megumi look at him with accusing glares.

“is something going on between the two of you?”

“no,” you say almost entirely too quickly.

“right,” he drawls, a smirk forming on his face. “anyway, good luck out there. get rid of the little ones and then—i don’t know/-meet up with yuji and nobara if there are gross ones that’ll kill you.”

megumi nods. “okay.”

“this was what i was talking about,” gojo mutters as he walks off. “it’s soooo awkward…”

megumi gives you an apologetic look. “for the record, i don’t think it’s awkward.”

“it’s fine,” you say. you find that you’ve been pardoning him quite a lot. “you don’t have to lie.”

his face flushes. “i’m not.”

“i confessed to you and you don’t like me back, so there’s really no need to tiptoe around it anymore,” you rush out. “just treat me like normal. i don’t really care.”

he looks hurt, and you want to laugh.

you discover that, in those days of being alone, you’d rather megumi treat you like a friend again than be completely ignored. at least then, you’d have a part of him. at least then, he’s not slipping through the cracks of your heart, becoming a distant memory.

you want him to be anything but a memory.

“you want me to treat you like normal…?” he repeats your words. he paces himself just a few steps behind you when you begin to walk away from the conversation. “what does that mean?”

“i think you know what being friends is like,” you attempt to joke, but it comes out harsher than intended.

the fair is getting more crowded by the second. the shopkeepers are yelling out cheap deals and there are children that snake in and out of the lines of people. paper lanterns are hung at the front of tents to attract foreigners—it seems to be working because there are more people surrounding shops with lanterns than without.

megumi takes a breath. “how could i do that?”

your steps falter. “what do you mean?”

“how can i go on to treat you like normal,” he says softly, “when i know you’re in love with me?”

you bite the inside of your cheek and taste blood. “i don’t know. you’ve done it before without knowing my feelings. you can do it all over again, right?”

you look over your shoulder to see his lips part. he’s given up on the cool-guy persona. his vulnerability begins to show through the dents in his personality.

“you’re saying that you’ve liked me for that long?”

“yeah,” you admit. something about this is more freeing than you could’ve imagine. “i think i always have.”

a man shoves himself into you. he’s older with a beer belly and a scruffy beard attached to his face. he barks at you to move out of the way as he drags his young daughter through the sea of people. megumi’s warm hands come to rest on your waist, pulling you aside and closer to his toned chest.

you do your best to ignore your beating heart.

“i’m not,” megumi starts shakily, “lovable. i don’t know why you like me.”

your body goes cold. it's even worse than when he'd rejected you.

“curse,” you say, detaching his hand from your body. “i feel it around the back alley.”

the night ends. nothing is solved. you go to bed and curl into yourself.

-☆

loving megumi is weird. there’s an odd sense of comfort to it, like you’ve known him for longer than you actually have. he makes you feel safe even though he's gruff and a little mean about it. maybe that's just part of his charm, though, because it makes you love him even more.

he seems to have taken your words seriously; he starts to treat you like normal again. he doesn't avoid you anymore, and the obvious tension surrounding you two has disappeared for now. he lets you take a few of his sweaters when you forget to do your laundry and he buys you your favorite snacks sometimes.

it gets to be too much. you almost wish he'd go back to ignoring you. the grass is always greener on the other side.

summer goes by slowly. it's the prime time for bad feelings to manifest into curses. you push away your lingering feelings, convincing yourself that you've gotten over it. it's been more than enough time now, coming up on two months since you've confessed. you don't want your resentment, if you can call it that, to form any bad curses—you'd hate for them to be attached to megumi. that'd be a burden too hard to carry.

a few missions involve partnering up with megumi. gojo thinks you two work well together; there's a sort of synergy that you have with each other that is hard to come by sorcerers nowadays. you don't mind the compliments, or at least you pretend you don't.

the missions aren't difficult, but maybe that's because you've grown stronger. megumi has, too.

summer passes. it still hurts.

"you're confusing me," you whisper.

you and megumi are shopping for a surprise birthday party that gojo is forcing you guys to throw for nanami kento, a good coworker of his. you've met him more than once, and you're not really sure if he'd appreciate such a last minute party. regardless, you and megumi are tasked with finding enough balloons to fill the poor man's office.

megumi doesn't allow you to hold any of the bags. he lies and tells you that it's out of habit—nobara makes him carry her shopping bags every time they go out—but you know he's doing it just because he wants to. you're perfectly strong enough to carry a few paper bags, and he doesn't carry nobara's bags like he claims he does. megumi doesn't even go shopping with her unless yuji's there and even then, yuji holds the bags.

"sorry?"

"why are you doing this?" you refuse to look at him.

"doing what?"

"this," you say, gesturing at the two of you. "why do you act like we're close enough to do this?"

you cringe at yourself, aware of how hypocritical you're being. you had wanted this, wanted him to go back to being a friend, to treat you like he had before you went and ruined everything. why are you angry? why do your eyes well up with tears as he steps closer to you?

"we aren't close?" he asks. his arms fall to his side.

passerbys give you curious glances. he takes off his sweater, the one he always wears depsite it being humid out, and wraps it around you. the paper bags filled with confetti and paper plates are set down by your feet. he pulls the hood over your head to hide your wet eyes.

"we are," you mumble out sorely, "but not like this."

"i'm sorry," he says, and you're brought all the way back to the day you had told him about just how much you liked him.

"'s not your fault." you sound like you're trying to convince yourself and not him. "i'm being an asshole. you can forget about this."

you don't want him to feel guilty. he can't help how he feels, after all. you don't want him forcing himself to love you.

"what you said that day," he coughs out. the bags crinkle as he lifts them from the pavement. he continues, "what did you mean by 'always'?"

you squeeze your eyes shut and he pauses next to you. you can feel his soft gaze on you and you're glad you can hide behind his sweater, the cloth draping over you like an oversized blanket.

"i don't know..." you tilt your head up to look at him. he looks like the boy you think you'll always love. "i think i was doomed from the start."

"doomed?" he says, a little amused. "loving me is dooming? how sweet of you."

you need to remind yourself that he's not playing with your heart; this is how he copes—and how you cope, too. he must know you better than you had thought.

you nearly scoff. "it's because you're you. you're so good at being you that it hurts."

megumi slows. you hadn’t even noticed that he'd been guiding you down the sidewalk the entire time until now.

"i think it applies to me, too," he say quietly.

"what?"

"'always' applies to me, too." the clarification does nothing to settle your nerves.

"i don't understand," you blurt.

he gives you a look, as if to say, "really?", but he keeps talking, "i think i'm used to this feeling because it's always been there."

"what feeling?"

he shrugs. "you pissed me off when i first met you. you're really stupid, you know?"

your face morphs into an irritated expression. "thanks. you're pretty great yourself."

he laughs and it sounds like music to your ears. "i wasn't finished, dummy."

"sorry."

"you're pretty... a lot more than you think you are," he admits shyly, "and i guess that annoyed me because i kept feeling all weird around you. i got used to it, i think—that weird feeling. but it's always been here. it never left."

you stumble, tripping over your feet at megumi's statment. you don't want to interpret it the wrong way, but with how he's looking at you, you can't help but maybe think that he likes you too.

"this isn't how i wanted to tell you, but," he breathes in sharply, "i don't like it when you cry."

it's awkward. perhaps a little funny, if you really look at it, but it's megumi and you can't hate him. you'll never find it in yourself to truly hate him.

nanami's surprise birthday party isn't much of a surprise. though gojo nor nanami say it, you all know yuji is a favorite of theirs, and no one is surprised when yuji says that he had accidentally revealed the party a few hours prior.

gojo has fun. even shoko, who never shows up to any of these events because of her busy schedule as a doctor, seems to enjoy herself. nanami pretends like he's not entertained, but he has on a fond smile that looks weirdly similar to the way megumi smiles. you're all old enough to party now, as gojo puts it, so it's a little less like a classroom celebration and more like a familial one.

it's the third of july, nearly two months and a half after your confession, when megumi hints that he feels the same way about you.

you don't know what to make of it.

-☆

"i like you."

you're in the middle of getting ready to go out with nobara and her favorite upperclassman, maki, when megumi tells you he likes you back. your eyes widen and the mascara you've just finished putting on smears on your lid.

megumi hands you a makeup wipe as if he's done it a million times before. (he hasn't, but he just knows.)

"w-what?" you stutter out, your breath catching in your throat.

"it took me a while to figure that out," he says.

he's flat on your bed, covering his face with his arm. his t-shirt rises with each of his nervous movements. according to the rules set by gojo, he shouldn't even be here in your dorm. he shouldn't be on your bed and listening to your playlist through your shitty speaker gifted to you by yuji.

"are you joking around?"

"what?" he sits up and turns to you, frowning. "why would you think that?"

"is this you pitying me?"

"i just," he sighs, frustrated, "i needed to tell you before i chickened out. i meant what i said the other day, you know?"

"about you getting 'used to' the strange feeling?"

he nods and then slouches back against your pillows. if it had been any other day, you would've felt shy about sleeping in his scent.

"yeah," he says, running his slender fingers through his jet black hair. "i really did mean it. i think i just—i don't know—pushed you away because i was afraid."

you've given up on applying your makeup by now. your hands are shaking too much, anyway.

"i'm scared sometimes, too," you reply, catching his eyes in the reflection of your vanity mirror.

you see the side of his lips turn upwards. he looks as handsome as ever. he's gotten older since the first time you met him, and it hits you harder now that he's on your bed, his features sharp and his body lanky and tall. there's a sort of intimacy that you sense between the two of you.

"i'm not afraid anymore." his legs swing over the bedframe and he easily reaches the ground even though your bed is raised. "i'll be brave for the both of us."

oh.

"what do you think?" he tilts his head.

you stay home that night.

-☆

"so are you guys dating now?" yuji exclaims.

you both freeze.

"fuck off," megumi says instead of answering the question.

"god," yuji huffs out. "finally! all those peptalks and you don't even tell me that you got the girl?"

megumi blushes from beside you. neither of you had expected yuji to be awake to witness you two watching the sunrise on the hill beside the school.

"you know," yuji grumbles, "it took a lot of convincing to have you realize that you've been in love this entire time, megumi. the least you could've done was tell me."

megumi ignores him and snuggles further into you.

"why are you up so early?" you ask, shuffling underneath the blanket that is covering you and your boyfriend.

"instinct." yuji's shoulders drop, defeated. "'k, i'm gonna leave you guys to be romantic and shit up here. have fun explaining this to nobara later."

nobara almost wrings your neck out when she catches megumi holding your hand that saturday morning. she tells him that he needs to make up for the months he left you feeling sad. he says he's already forgiven, and he's not wrong (because you're weak when it comes to him, just like he's weak when it comes to you).

you think that you would've chose to love him no matter the outcome. loving him is easy like that.

a/n: oh my god. this was a word dump and not proofread. i am so sorry this took forever to come out but i ended up changing the plot like a billion times cus it wasn't good enough.. LOL. hope u enjoyed this!!! thx for making me write more megumi because i love writing him (he's been my fave character since the anime came out three years ago hehehe). ngl it was kinda rushed bc i wanted to get this out but i think it turned out fine!!!! ok thx once again ily muah xx

Stay forever (Fem!Reader x Emma Bloom)

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Emma took a deep breath, staring out of the window to the green fields. Up there she saw you run around with Fiona and Hugh. Hugh’s bees buzzing behind him as they escaped his laughing mouth. Glancing down she felt those strong butterflies in her stomach. Reminding her how much she just adored you.

Something she was afraid to admit. The last time she felt so in love was when Abe was still around. Her first love and in her eyes back then her only love. The leaving of Abe had scarred her deeper. Deeper than she ever would admit. Sighing again she stuck her hand in the sink. Pulling it quickly out, feeling how cold the water had turned.

So occupied in her own mind, the water in the sink had turned cold. Half cleaned plates sitting in the soap. Emma groaned at her own neglecting, sticking her hand in again. Pulling the plug she watched as the water got sucked down the drain. Enoch entered the kitchen watching her move her finger under the water to feel the temperature.

He quirked his eyebrow up upon entering. Emma jumped back when the water was boiling hot on her skin. Enoch rushed over, shutting the facet. – “Where is your head today Em?” – he asked, turning the faucet open once more. Grabbing her finger he held it under cool water. – “I…I don’t know…” – Emma replied.

She glanced your way without being fully aware of it. Her heart simply yearning for you. Enoch noticed her staring outside. Caught in her own daydream. He sighed loud letting go of her finger. – “I’ll finish up, you go ahead and be outside with Y/n.” – Enoch said rolling up a sleeve. – “What?” – Emma blurted out. Enoch chuckled rolling his other sleeve up.

“Go on, I know you want to be around Y/n.” – he motioned with his head for her to take her leave. Emma smiled shyly. – “You are the best Enoch.” – she replied, getting on her toes to give his cheek a kiss. – “Yeah, yeah I know now head out!” – he ordered her. Emma dried her wet finger against her dress, hurrying out of the kitchen. Emma rushed out of the pink house to the outdoors.

Out of breath she came to stop near you. – “Our kitchen princess has finally arrived.” – you said coming to a stop. Fiona and Hugh both pulling at your arms for the fun of it. Emma smiled bashful back at you. You nudged Fiona and Hugh to stop pulling at your arms. They got the message running away whilst laughing. – “Now you have all of me.” – you told her. – “I have…” – Emma whispered back. You started walking away, Emma following you like a ghost.

Wherever you went, she went. Emma had an urge to be constantly close to you. Emma’s gaze fell upon her own shadow following her. Seeing how close it was to yours, but just that bit behind. It made her wonder if she would always be your shadow? A shadow of herself that Abe had created when he left. It worried her that her grief for Abe would limit her. It frightened her to think you might leave one day too. That she had once again given her heart away for just to be torn apart again.

Glancing over your shoulder, you had noticed Emma had stopped following you. Staring lost at her own shadow. You walked back to her with a smile. Lowering yourself a bit, you wanted to project yourself in her vision. Slowly her eyes met up with yours, acknowledging you. – “What are you thinking about Ems?” – you asked curios seeing the sadness in her eyes. Emma shook her head, shaking it off. – “It’s nothing.” – she replied putting on a smile.

Furrowing your brows, you didn’t believe her much. – “Emma.” – you said grabbing her by the shoulders. She wouldn’t respond so you simply bend down. Unclipping her heavy boots. Emma’s feet started to float out of the shoes, lifting herself up higher. – “Y/n!” – Emma screamed out in a panic as you grabbed her hands, keeping her from floating higher up.

“Are you crazy! Help me down!” – she panicked as you could only laugh. – “I’m not letting you go Emma. I’ve got you.” – you reassured her. Emma glared at you, making you give in and assist her back down. Emma clasped her shoes back shut. – “What was that for?” – she pointed out. – “Nothing much.” – you said shrugging your shoulders. – “Just me showing you that I’ve always got you.”

Emma puffed loud. – “You won’t always be around!” – she stated, crossing her arms. Her words came as a shock to you. – “Is that what you think?” – you asked her. You moved so you’d face her again. – “Emma I’m not going anywhere.” – you reassured her. – “That is what Abe said too… before he left.” – she uncrossed her arms, a wave of sadness crashing over her.

You took her by the shoulders, making her look at you. – “I’m not Abe. I’m Y/n and I’m telling you that I am not going anywhere Emma Bloom. I’m staying right here as this is where I need to be. I feel at home around you so why should I leave?” – you told her. Emma’s eyes widened with delight.

“You are my home Emma. Don’t you see I’m not leaving home.” – before you could utter another word had Emma jumped in your arms. Hugging you so tight, you got squashed in her grip. – “You are my home Y/n.” – she replied. Pulling her head back, she kissed your cheek. Then your lips, surprising you.

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What makes Gon rejecting Killua so much better is that it never happened before. Gon is the only person who accepted Killua the way he is. He knows he's an assassin and likes him anyway. Other people pretend Killua was joking or lying when he tells them he's an assassin to avoid the truth. So Killua lets them assume. He was never able to just be honest until Gon happened to him. When Kite got left behind, Killua expected Gon to be mad but he wasn't and Gon thanked him. All of that hope accumulated to one single point where Killua became dependent on Gon's approval so that one verbal rejection was enough to make everything feel irrelevant. He feels he can't help Gon anymore because Gon finally is rejecting him. All of that hope can get crushed by the very person it came from. He experienced so much shit in his life that it became normal to him but this one small thing in comparison is what made him breakdown because it also became the only good thing in his life. He was so used to approval by his family that it became normal and expected, that's why Gon's approval felt like the only thing that mattered because it's the one thing he was putting hardwork into earning. And he just felt like all of it was for nothing.

ok so your last thing about us rejecting armin made me sad 😭 what about one where we notice how he's feeling and we end up getting feelings for him, i hate seeing armin sad he deserves to be loved 🫶🏻🫶🏻

it made me sad too :(( armin is my babyboy

cw : hurt/comfort, it’s kinda short :(

MUTUAL PINING WITH ARMIN HCs:

everything started with you recognizing armin’s feelings for you.

everything that you’d previously thought was done out of a platonic love has suddenly become an act of devotion and admiration; armin loved you and you were oblivious to the fact… up until now.

you could feel his gaze on you during the team’s free time; warm and doting, feeling as if he revered you.

the way he would gift you small things or run his fingers through your hair when you couldn’t sleep or were in need of comfort was suddenly intimate and made your heart beat faster.

when armin would praise you for your good work, you’d find your face growing hot and you’d find yourself wanting to give him more reasons to praise you.

you’d begun noticing the smaller things about armin; the way he’d fidget with his fingers when he’s been put on the spot, or the way he bites down on his tongue ever so slightly when he’s focused, how he seeks you out and the way his eyes light up when you began seeking him out, etc etc.

you’ve noticed the way hope began to burn in his eyes when you’d find yourself gazing at him longingly, the feelings you’d developed for your best friend growing stronger by the day.

and, when you’d finally confessed, it was clumsy. your confession was impromptu, rough around the edges, and completely on accident.

and yet… and yet armin had accepted your confession with a soft blush and his fingers intertwining with your own; a lovely smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

armin had accepted you a long time ago. he’s just glad that his efforts didn’t go to waste <3

armin is always finding ways to make your heart beat faster, finding new ways to make you blush and laugh; he loves seeing you smile, especially because of him.

armin is very soft with you. he could never raise his voice at you, or stay mad at you for too long.

armin wants to live a domestic life with you one day. maybe own a cabin and take care of each other after the two of you retire.

armin loves to tell you about new things, and he especially loves that you pay attention to what he’s saying. he loves that you’re interested in hearing about his interests.

even if he’s very shy and soft spoken, he will always protect you. if there’s ever someone giving you trouble or bothering you, you can always expect him to take care of it. despite his small stature and seemingly weak arms, he can put up a pretty good fight if it’s for you.

armin loves you very much. he just wants to treasure you and make sure you’re happy.

soft boy <3

Armin having a crush on you.

{ Armin x reader | tw:none | fluff | moden }

{ "An Oriental Beauty" by Charles Dubreuil 20th Century }

The classic "doesn't see where he's going when you walk in the room" type.

Would literally slam into the door because he heard you laughing from across the room and lost his focus

One time he even bumped into Levi, he still swears it hurt more than any brick wall he walked into.

Eren knows about his crush since day one.

He noticed it because Armin stopped mid-rant about something he loves when you walked by, Armin never stops talking about his passions.

Mikasa caught on it a bit late because she doesn't really pay attention to other people beside Eren and Armin.

She only noticed it when Armin was throwing away his fifth confession letter for the week.

She thought the previous letters were just English homework or something.

Talking about letters, Armin writes you one everyday. Describing how you made him feel that day and how much seeing you smile in his direction made his heart explode into a supernova.

The next day, him and Mikasa just hover around the place you're in while he hypes himself up to give it to you.

It never works, he either ends up throwing it away because he doubts himself too much or just take it home to stash it with the other letters he couldn't throw away.

Eren is the most agressive motivational man ever, it backfires and makes Armin even more doubtful of himself.

Mikasa tried to be a wing women for him but her attempts either sound like a threat or like she's the one hitting on you.

If you give even the tinest of smiles or the most basic of politness to her "attempts" Armin will literally cry.

He thinks he can never compete with Mikasa.

He also buys small things that subtly remind him of you, it his secret and it's subtle enough that no one can tell.

Like a brooch of your favourite flower or wearing socks in your favourite colour.

He'd even listen to the music you like even if it isn't his type.

He is a sucker for love songs and when alone he sings them sometimes in hushed tones while thinking about you.

He set your text conversation to have different notification tone than the rest so he can know when you text him.

He hugs his pillow sometimes and thinks if this is how it would feel like to cuddle you against his chest.

Then he blushes and scolds himself for being "creepy"

It's not, it's adorable actually.

If you're hanging out together, he'd ask your opinions on whatever subject comes up. He'd also get you a snack if you pass a corner store together.

Really really really wants to hold your hands, please let him hold your hands.

Sometimes he tries to find excuses to do it, like helping you cross the road or guiding you somewhere. But not letting your hand go after.

Subtly inserts characteristics about him into questions to see if he's your type.

Like asking how you feel about not physically strong guys when a similar subject comes up.

His insecurities eat him up at night sometimes, so please reassure him that he's perfect the way he is.

Lowkey compares himself to whatever person you show interest in.

He doesn't get jealous, he just gets sad.

Secretly goes to Erwin for advice about love and crushes.

Erwin nods and gives him a copy of twilight

Armin went home that day more confused than before.

missent letters

wanderer x gn! reader

part 1 || part 2

"hey, i was wondering why you even wanted to send that letter to hat guy, anyways?"

it took a moment to process what kaveh said, and when you did, you felt your body freeze up. it took an unusual amount of effort to get the words out of your mouth, maybe because of how dry it suddenly felt.

"what...what do you mean letter? i don't know about any letters?! why would i, of all people, write him a letter?! " you scoffed out the last part, hoping that your haughty tone would defend you from what you were about to hear.

"UGH! first of all, spend less time around alhaitham, you're copying his mannerisms a bit too well," he exasperated. "secondly, are you having early stages of memory loss?! i'm talking about the multiple page letter you left on your desk to be sent out alongside that package for your family."

your first instinct was to yell at kaveh for even sending the letter, but then taking a moment to think, you can't help but to berate yourself over why you would even leave the letter out on your desk. thinking even further you realize that it's actually all hat guy's fault.

you've spent too many years of your life trying to stay at the top of your vahumana class only for hat guy to swoop in and tear at your efforts. the last straw was when he received the top score on the latest essay, bumping you down to second,,,for the fifth time now.

your vexation for him caused you to begin writing how he shouldn't even be in the akademiya because he just showed up one random day in the middle of the year out of nowhere. which led to how you thought that he was insufferable, especially when he discovers that he surpassed your score. which somehow led you to write about how you sometimes stare at his stupidly pretty face when you spot him at the library, about his voice which holds a tone that musicians wish they could play forever, about his hair that you imagine combing your fingers through-

"hello?! anyone present up here??" kaveh knocked at your head.

"kaveh...im so screwed."

notes: i was reading "i hope this doesn't find you" when i suddenly thought of this prompt with scara so i made up this small drabble hehe. also this is not edited, so apologizes in advance...also it's 4 am where i am...i should really sleep