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why does this fandom hate joyousness and fun..? why do we hate laughing and smiling?!
beautiful art i wanna cry
I need a hug, so
turn back time, to the good old days
✢summary: a curse hits megumi and gojo reacts accordingly
✢tags: fushiguro megumi and gojo satoru, nobara pov
✢tw: child abandonment issues?
✢a/n: lets all take a break from whatever the fuck gege akutami has been recently writing. i hope I did dad gojo justice.
Nobara knows she’s fucked as soon as she sees Fushiguro disappear. Her eyes watch in mild horror as her classmate shrinks so quickly until all that is left of him is his uniform.
Itadori was the first to react, shouting a panicked “Fushiguro!” before running towards the pile of clothes.
The door to Shoko-san’s infirmary burst open, revealing an irritated Nobara, followed by Itadori who still had baby Fushiguro in his arms. The child had stopped crying after they passed school gates- maybe he recognized jujutsu tech?- and had settled for wet sniffles instead. Nobara has never seen Fushiguro so pathetic.
Shoko-san was, unsurprisingly, seated behind her desk with papers. She looked at them at the sound of her doors opening, but before she could even talk, Gojo-sensei appeared out of nowhere with his signature annoying grin.
“Yoho~ how did the mission go? I’m sure it went well. I taught you everything you know!”
Nobara could feel her face morphing into an automatic frown. Things were hectic enough as it is, and she didn’t want this moron to ruin baby Fushiguro’s mood any further. They had just endured an hour-and-a-half car ride with a panicked Fushiguro, who insisted on being unconsolable and crying the entire ride back. She just came from a grueling mission. She was sure some of baby Fushiguro’s saliva, and snot landed in her somehow, and if this grandpa-looking sensei of hers made things even worse, she might explode.
“Eh? Megumi?” Gojo sensei asked in confusion after finally noticing the significantly smaller boy. Gojo Satoru’s gaze looks blankly at Itadori’s arms where a smaller Fushiguro is being carried.
As if on cue, Fushiguro breaks out in a full-on wail and cries louder than he ever did in the car.
Nobara already had her trusty hammer in hand, ready to smack the living hell out of her sensei, until she noticed Fushiguro desperately wiggling out of Itadori’s grasp. Both Nobara and Itadori share a confused look before her classmate puts baby Fushiguro down.
As soon as his bare feet touched the cold, sterile floor of the infirmary, Nobara watched in awe as Fushiguro dashed away from them as quickly as he could. It was almost comical how fast he managed to get his tiny feet to run quickly. If this was a cartoon, a cloud of smoke would have been left in his trail.
With his hands out open and eyes wet with a flood of tears, baby Fushiguro rushed to Gojo-sensei, who, to Nobara and Itadori’s surprise, was already squatting down for the boy with arms spread out. Gojo caught Fushiguro easily, one big hand immediately going behind Fushiguro’s head and the other on his back.
“Why did you leave me?” The boy wails, crying on their sensei’s shoulder. “I woke up, and I d-didn’t know where I w-was! You promised never to do that! You promised!”
Fushiguro’s voice cracks at the end of his accusation, and Gojo’s face crumples in a rare show of vulnerability. He shifts, both hands going under Fushiguro’s armpits as Gojo stands. Small, chubby fingers tug his blindfold down, and Gojo-sensei’s blue eyes stare almost lovingly at the crying child with concern. Fushiguro clings to him as if his life depended on it, his tiny fists clenching their sensei’s uniform.
“You’re right, you’re right,” Gojo-sensei coos, swaying slightly from side to side. Gojo makes sure Fushiguro is looking at him before making a show of slapping his hand on his forehead. “Stupid Gojo-san, he forgot his most precious ‘Gumi! What am I going to do?”
Nobara’s eyes narrow in suspicion. Gojo-sensei seemed to have done everything with ease as their baby-fied classmate was now calming down in his arms.
“I’m not precious to you at all, so stop calling me that!” Fushiguro seethes and pulls the angriest scowl he can muster. But then, with another quieter and sadder voice, he reminds Gojo of his previous accusation. “You left.”
“I didn’t leave you,” Gojo corrects him in a softer tone of voice. His hand reaches up to Fushiguro and smoothes out his spiky hair as the child looks at him with slight distrust. The small boy has stopped wailing. Nobara has never seen her sensei so tender. “Haven’t left you ever since I got you.”
Nobara blinks. Since he got- what is going on? She opens her mouth to speak but stops as a quiet voice asks Gojo a question.
“But you will?” Fushiguro asks with his pitch high, threatening another onslaught of tears.
Gojo shakes his head without hesitation. “No,” he insists.
Fushiguro looks at their sensei in distrust, internally debating if he should believe him. His blue eyes shine as he peeks through his lashes to look at Gojo’s unwavering gaze. He asks with a quiet and unsure voice, “Even when I’m bad?”
“Even then,” Gojo answers easily. Fushiguro’s shoulders visibly relax, and he lets himself melt on Gojo’s chest. The older sorcerer puts back a cheery tone as soon as he notices Fushiguro calms down. “Fellow sorcerers brought you back to me, right? And look!” He shifts Megumi towards Shoko-san’s direction. “Aunt Ieiri is here!”
A small smile appears on Shoko-san’s face as baby Fushiguro waves shyly embarrassed that she has seen him throw a tantrum. Nobara thinks it’s her first time seeing her smile. But then Shoko-san glances back at them, and the smile disappears.
Somehow, Nobara feels a little guilty. She knows she probably intruded in a scene meant for Gojo and Fushiguro…whatever they are. But it’s not like she had a choice!
Shoko sighs. “Alright, you two,” she ushers them away with a few flicks of her wrist. “We’ll take it from here.”
Gojo-sensei’s head snaps in their direction, so engrossed with Fushiguro that he almost forgot Nobara and Itadori were still in the room. His blue eyes feel like a spotlight, piercing through them threateningly.
The air feels heavy and almost suffocating, and Nobara feels her shackles rise as her hand twitches for her hammer. It took her a while to realize that the pressure was Gojo-sensei’s cursed energy. Nobara’s instincts whisper at her to run.
Behind her, Itadori reads the situation first and bows in a hurry. He is as likely ready to change out of his snot-filled uniform as she is as eager to escape their deranged sensei. “See you later, Gojo-sensei! Bye-bye Fushiguro!”
Itadori snatches Nobara’s hand just as she finishes her clumsy bow. As she lightly runs to her dorms, the thought of a fresh shower chases away any lingering thoughts of what happened.
-
Gojo feels as though he has traveled back in time. He is frozen in both shock and awe as Megumi, once a tall, lanky, and cranky teenager, has been reduced to a barely four-foot-tall child, his eyes streaming with tears at the sight of him.
As if on instinct, Gojo dropped down to his height- a very helpful tip he read from one of those parenting books he read in a panic after he realized he was the textbook definition of a teen dad- and opened his arms.
He sees Megumi sprint, and Gojo has been in this situation a few times before to know that Megumi was about to launch him a rare hug. Not even a moment later, Megumi was all over him. His hands immediately wrap around the boy.
Gojo knows that he is acting on pure selfishness. He knows something is wrong. For one, Megumi is tiny, and second, his Six Eyes sense a lingering feel of foreign cursed energy. He knows he should be more concerned, checking if his students are alright, but Megumi is sobbing in his arms like he used to a decade ago. In his accumulated knowledge of him, Gojo knows that Megumi is a shy boy, and it takes a lot for him to openly demand his affection and comfort. Gojo is more than happy to deliver.
He caresses Megumi’s hair, and Gojo ignores the way his heart sings. He hasn’t seen this Megumi in a long time, and the boy has long refused his affection.
Before Gojo could ask him what was wrong, Megumi’s watery voice echoes throughout Ieiri’s infirmary. “Why did you leave me?” He cries, “I woke up, and I d-didn’t know where I w-was! You promised never to do that! You promised!”
Ah, Gojo thinks as he feels his heart ache. He knows what this is. Megumi has spent most of his early life witnessing too many people come and leave. If he was correct, which he always ways, Megumi has regressed back in age and memory. Gojo couldn’t help but wonder how he must have felt when he awoke with many unfamiliar people. He knows Megumi assumed he had left him then, just like everyone else.
Gojo lifts Megumi with him as he stands, a hand going under his thighs to support the small boy. Megumi tugs down his blindfold, and Gojo lets him. He does not even realize he’s already swaying Megumi from side to side. His body still remembers how to soothe him.
“You’re right, you’re right,” Gojo says in an admonishing tone before dramatically slapping his forehead. “Stupid Gojo-san, he forgot his most precious ‘Gumi! What am I going to do?”
He does not mind playing the fool for Megumi’s state of mind. When he assumed guardianship over Megumi and his sister, Gojo thought of his role as a simple one. He is their benefactor, one that comes over on a rare weekend to leave money for the Fushiguros to sustain themselves. But one weekend turned into two, and Gojo found himself craving the noise and warmth of the Fushiguro household.
“I’m not precious to you at all, so stop calling me that!”
Oh, how could he even comprehend what he meant to him? Has he forgotten how Gojo learned how to cook to make onigiri-shaped divine dogs for his daily bento? Has he forgotten the movie nights spent on the couch sandwiched between him and Tsumiki? Did he not remember those nights Megumi knocked on his door at night, scared to sleep in his room because his Tsumiki-nee-san was in camp? The animal band-aids? The glow-in-the-dark stickers stuck in his room ceiling?
Gojo watches as Megumi sniffs, eyes darting away from his gaze. His grip on Gojo’s uniform falters. “You left me.”
“I would never leave you,” he says. A memory intrudes his mind with a Megumi similar to this one in front of him. He was angry, his face red with rage, as he hit little fists, landing soft punches on Gojo’s stomach. Gojo didn’t mean to come home late. “Haven’t left you ever since I got you.”
Instead of being relieved, he could have felt Megumi’s heartbreak. He breathes shakily and asks in a tone that tries to conceal his panic and anger- “But you will?”
Gojo shakes his head without hesitation. “No,” he insists.
Fushiguro looks at him in distrust, internally debating whether to believe him. His blue eyes shine as he peeks through his lashes to look at Gojo’s unwavering gaze. He asks with a quiet and unsure voice, “Even when I’m bad?”
Gojo thinks of his almost weekly meetings with Megumi’s high school as he beats other students in a pulp. He thinks of Megumi stretching his arms out, curling his hands to fists, ready to resign himself to a certain death.
“Even then,” he whispers to the boy like it was their little secret. He makes his voice loud and cheery as Gojo exclaims his next words. “Fellow sorcerers brought you back to me, right? And look!” He shifts Megumi towards Shoko-san’s direction. “Aunt Ieiri is here!”
Megumi avoids her gaze and stares at her pristine white coat instead. He offers her a small wave, and Gojo watches as Ieiri gives a him gentle smile.
A wave of appreciation rolls over him as he realizes that Megumi has as many memories of her as he does with him. Gojo feels so stupid when he thinks about the moments when he thought he was lonely. He had two people in this room who loved him as much as he did them. Then, for a brief moment, his brain scolds him for not remembering his precious little girl who loves him infinitely even when asleep. He hopes she’ll wake soon.
“Alright, you two. We’ll take it from here.”
Immediately, Gojo freezes in panic. His instinct sets his Infinity to engulf Megumu and Ieiri. His next thought was- how did they sneak up on me? Gojo panics as he realizes they have seen him cradling Megumi, consoling him with all the gentleness he could muster. They have witnessed his weakness. They have already taken one from him, and Gojo would be damned if anyone takes another child.
His Six Eyes snap at the two intruders, and it takes him—oh, it’s his students. And they are already half-running towards the door.
As soon as the infirmary doors shut to a close, Gojo feels the heated gaze of his friend.
“You didn’t have to scare them like that,” she scolds. “Now they’ll have more questions after Fushiguro’s back to normal.”
Gojo does feel a vague sense of guilt. He didn’t mean to have his students feel threatened by him. He was just caught unaware for the first time in a long time. It didn’t help that Megumi suddenly became smaller and more affectionate, reminding him of precious memories. His brain had thought there was a Fushiguro Toji-level threat like it does every time someone close comes to him without noticing.
“It’ll fade away in a few hours or days, by the way,” Shoko murmurs, her hands going for a cigarette. “He’ll be back to normal in a few. But you already knew that.”
Gojo slaps her hand before she even reaches a cigarette. Shoko takes one look at Megumi and sighs. She takes in the sight before her.
“Feeling sentimental?” She asks.
Gojo hugs Megumi a little tighter. He closes his eyes and lets himself hold the child. Gojo breathes in his scent and relishes the feeling of his child in his arms. He feels Megumi’s spiky hair softly poking his neck, his warmth; he faintly smells Megumi’s childhood shampoo. He feels Megumi squeeze back. “Let me have this.”
Teenage Megumi would never let him hug him with this much vulnerability, which was fine. Gojo loves teenage Megumi as much as he loves this child version of him, but he rarely asks for him anymore. It makes Gojo feel silly to reminisce like he’s past 50 years old when he’s just 27, but in his humble and correct opinion- he was a teenage dad.
“Never do that again,” Megumi scolds him, voice a little muffled. “I’ll hate you if you do. I’ll hate you. I will.” Each word spoken was more determined after the next, bringing another smile to Gojo’s face. They both know Megumi does not mean it. They both know Gojo would never leave him. Not willingly.
lmk what you think! i'd love to hear comments, your thoughts and whatever this fic made you feel. i'd also appreciate constructive criticism <33
Guys, I crave a really long, well written ANGSTY love triangle fic between Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi it's not even FUNNY. Here's my little dabble at it. I might make a full fic :3
Not proofread!!!
Trios never work
“Why are you so cold to me, Meg..? I just want to talk to you.” Nobara whispers in a cracking voice.
Megumi feels anger swirl in his gut. He hates how she's making herself out to be the victim when she's the one torturing him. Dragging him around for whatever sick and twisted reason. She has Yuji wrapped around her finger, and she wants to rub it all in his face.
“You just want me to listen.” he snapped, not phased by the sad look in her eyes.
Her mouth gaped open, and she looked like a fish gasping out of water. Her throat squeezed tight, making getting words out so much more difficult.
“No..no that's not what I want, Meg I-”
“Stop calling me that for fucks sake Nobara!” He cut her off.
“You trying to include me in this fucked up trio makes me sick, everytime i hear that dumb nickname I want to rip my ears off!”
His teeth bared as he yelled furiously at her. He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he backed up. His voice lowered now as he continued to speak. “You are so insufferable. If you don't realize that, you really are stupid.”
Her lips trembled, fat tears streaming down her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. Eyes full of confusion and hurt. She was hurt he felt that way, and she would rather die than make him feel that way.
“Meg-gumi I'm so sorry. Did you feel left out? Unwanted? I don't understand, I really tried to include you,” she sniffled.
He scoffed, his curled lips full of irritation.
“You really just don't get it, That's the problem, Nobara.”
Her brows furrowed, and she looked completely lost. That ticked him off.
“You try to include me when you and Yuji are already all over each other. I'm not needed, and yet you still want me around. Does that not seem cruel to you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Her heart stopped. Her lips formed a deep frown as she began to shake her head slowly. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears forced their way out from behind her lids.
“No that's not what.. I would never… Megumi, I like you! I like you, that's why I always—” she bit her lip, looking down as the tears blurred and warped her vision, “—that's why I always tried to involve you..”
Usually, when she says something she's been longing to, it feels like a weight was lifted. This time, though, she felt the weight multiply. It clung to her like a curse, something dreadful. The air was just as heavy. She could barely breathe. Her lungs wouldn't open up all the way, even though she just opened herself up to him.
He stared at her with angry brows but shocked eyes. He never considered this. He always thought she liked Yuji and didn't care about him. Was he really that oblivious? He didn't notice it when she'd always beg to do his makeup when she'd drag him to try desserts, to go anywhere with her. All the memories suddenly rushed into his head, wracking around in a painful manner. He squeezed his nose bridge as the skin between his brows crinkled.
He didn't know what to say, how to go about this.
“I'm…I'm sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.
“I imagine I don't seem so desirable now.” He whispered.
Nobara blinked away a few more tears. She sniffled before smiling.
“No, you can't sway me that easily.” She said, trying to lighten the mood.
This just made the pang of guilt in Megumi's chest grow. It was like the feeling itself had tendrils and was digging deeper inside him.
“Nobara. I'm sorry, but I can't forge false feelings.”
She bit the inside of her cheek so hard just so she wouldn't cry. She nodded with a smile.
“No, I understand. Don't worry about it.” She assured him.
He hesitantly nodded.
“Sorry for making things awkward between us,” she muttered.
“Don't be sorry.”
She smiled weakly before walking off.
a dream with a baseball player
super short fluff, inspired by faye webster's song a dream with a baseball player!! let me know if i ate or whattt
baseball player!megumi x reader
you woke up, again, for the nth time. a flustered mess. your cheeks dusted a light pink, and your heart beating harshly against your ribcage. each dream more soaked in his presence than before.
snap out of it y/n! this is creepy now!!
burying your face in your hands, you whispered to yourself in your mind, like someone would hear you. like HE would.
it had been 2 full weeks since the incident, and yet, here you were like the stupid romantic you were, swooning over dreams about this guy. a guy you had NO idea whom he was, what his name is, or even what he looked like. there had been one interaction - if you could even call it that - and the rest were all in your dreams.
-
you were walking down the street after grabbing your favourite drink from a café you adored, sipping silently as you stepped to the beat of the music that was playing in your earphones, faye webster. then in an instant, you were on the floor. knees scraped, hands chafed and your delicious drink SPILT. you scoffed and looked to the side, where the culprit had ran off, like he didn't even see you, when you heard a low but soft voice speak out.
'you okay?'
curiously, you looked up, to be BLINDED by the most gorgeous navy blue eyes you had ever seen. and those dark strands sticking out through the cracks of his baseball helmet. ethereal. what a shame his face was covered by his collar.. you just know he would be gorgeous, you didnt even notice his hand stretched out to help you up until he coughed, eyes narrowing slightly and pulled you out of your admiring trance.
'ah! sorry i- um. thankyou!'
the words spilling out your mouth before you could even register them, as you stood up with his help, your right hand in his left, the unfamiliar warmth residing on your palm and fingertips for a second too long, but your eyes never leaving his.
'm'sorry about my friend, he has no spatial awareness..'
with that, he was gone, chuckling as he followed behind his group of friends, your gaze never left the back of his helmet, watching as he hit the top of a pink-haired boy's head.
-
you sighed dreamily as you looked down at your right hand, missing a certain someone's presence. slowly as you settled back into your duvet cover, a plushie in your arms, nestling your face into its soft fur.
how could you fall in love with someone you dont know?
yan!jjk - who's most likely to kidnap you?
8- Toji Fushiguro
Okay listen, the only reason this guy isn't kidnapping you is because he's living at YOUR house. You make the money, and he trusts you to be fine on your own. The worse he'd possibly do is keep you on house arrest so he can make sure you're safe and it ends very shortly. Over all he can't afford (literally) to not have you go outside.
7- Yuji Itadori
This is mostly the same reason as Toji's - he doesn't have his own house. The dorm is very cramped for two people and even then someone would notice the noise. But the most important reason, Itadori doesn't want to ruin your trust! What if you never want to hug him again???? He doesn't want to see you sad! You're perfectly fine at your own house right now!
6- Megumi Fushiguro
While it's very likely that he could kidnap you as he has a house, the house is the problem. He lives with Gojo, and he doesn't think kidnapping would just be excused. Even if Gojo excused it, he'd feel sorrow for all the annoyance Satoru would cause.
5- Choso Kamo
I feel like Choso would be very guilty of kidnapping you. Just like Itadori, it'd break his heart seeing you so sad. The only difference is he can keep you trapped in Dagon's domain! It's a lovely place so perhaps you'd get used to it.
4- Kento Nanami
Nanami is very middle of the road. On one hand, if you had some kind of disability or you were sick (see sick!reader fic), he'd kidnap you. He doesn't want your safety to be risked at all. But if you are none of those, he wouldn't see a reason to, he'd much rather coax you into moving in with him rather than ruining your relationship entirely.
3- Suguru Geto
Suguru is kidnapping you, no questions asked. You think he's just going to let you run amock and get killed because of your connections to him?? No no, you're much safer inside the cult, where no one can get you without passing the sorcerers. He's definitely a bit lax when it comes to you going outside- as long as it's with someone he trusts.
2- Satoru Gojo
It's not safe for you to date AND roam around. Satoru's being constantly targeted by curses and curse users! They're going to use you one way or another! You're never leaving, that's the point. But it's okay! He'll still bring you your favorite food! And you still have him to talk to! Do you have a death wish asking for him to be a bit more relaxed about this? Don't you care about him!!!
1- Ryomen Sukuna
It's Sukuna. What'd you expect? He wouldn't even let you MINGLE with other humans before you're on house arrest. You must always be near him, who'd even try to damage the most protected human? He does not PLAY about this, he makes sure that Uraume keeps an eye on you when he can't be there, and his servants are the utmost loyal to him. You're not getting away- ever.
new kid! fushiguro megumi who....
new kid! fushiguro megumi who knew that he wasn’t sure what to make of this place yet, wasn't truly sure about his new life that was begnning for him as he leaves the old one behind. that was just too honest of him.
the new house was bigger than their last one, lived-in but unfamiliar. his new room smelled like fresh paint, and his small stash of belongings were still packed away in unopened boxes. this was his new life now. this new arrangement.
his elder sister tsumiki had reassured him before she left for college. told him gojo satoru would watch over him. told him he wouldn’t be alone. that there were great kids in the neighborhood, people he could get along with.
at least, that’s what gojo said. but megumi wasn’t sure he wanted to meet them, or get to know them just yet. he was still on the fence about it, just as with everything in his life. just as with everything else that could ever come. but perhaps, he’d just have to wait and see.
new kid! fushiguro megumi wasn’t sure how the story of it all even started. somehow, he was certain that there was that quiet pull, the subtle gravity that drew him toward the space just beyond the creaky wooden fence separating his world from yours.
somehow, it was a cosmic demand. it was somehow a certain destiny being aligned by the stars. something that megumi had thought maybe only possible in movies.
and yet, as much as it was destiny, it was also his own choice. he sat there, enjoying the sun in the solitude and made that choice, that move to turn his head, and find the world beyond him grow into the words that make up the word, 'you'.
new kid! fushiguro megumi found himself watching you from afar, all of a sudden. but of course, in a proper way. in a respectful way. definitely not in a way that felt intrusive, but as if trying to understand something just beyond his reach.
he knew better than that. he knew better than to cause someone to feel uncomfortable. he didn’t want to make people around him feel rough about it. and so he was trying, he was trying to look away. he gulped. he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t look away from you.
new kid! fushiguro megumi thinks that maybe it’s the way you carried yourself with a serene grace, one that he’d never seen from anyone in his entire life before. one that he found himself admiring every little dawn of day he could see you from afar.
megumi didn’t expect you to notice him first. but you did, you happily did. but he thinks that it was easy, especially with those heavy rumbling footsteps against the mossy grass. it was loud enough, he supposed. and you noticed, you found him, like destiny wanted.
“you’re staring at me.” you said one afternoon, voice gentle but teasing. you weren’t facing him, but somehow, you still knew.
megumi stiffened, ears burning. “i—i’m not.”
you tilted your head slightly, as if listening. “you are.”
megumi suddenly felt very, very out of his depth. “sorry.” he muttered, turning away. but then he heard you laugh—soft, light, like wind chimes in the breeze.
“it’s okay, don't worry.” you said, voice carrying over the fence. “i stare too, sometimes. well, even if it's just dark. it's still something that exists in this world.”
megumi blinked, confused. you lifted a hand, fingers brushing over the petals of a flower beside you. “i like to feel things. it helps me see them.”
oh. he thinks to himself as his throat tightens.
new kid! fushiguro megumi felt something in his chest shift in that moment. before he could think too hard about it, he reached over the fence, plucking a small blossom from a low-hanging branch. he hesitated only for a second before extending it toward you.
“here.” megumi says to you in response.
you took it without hesitation, fingertips grazing his knuckles as you traced the delicate petals. “this one feels nice.”
fushiguro megumi swallowed. “yeah?”
you nodded, smiling softly. “you have a good eye. for things like this, huh?"
".....yeah, i guess so."
you hummed, almost to happily. "you're already so interesting, new kid. i look forward to you in the future too."
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never considered himself particularly thoughtful, started noticing things. and it had made him just as bitter, just as angry. and just as eager, to do more for you.
he noticed how the world wasn’t always built for you. how uneven pavement made you slow your steps, how certain things were placed just out of reach, how people spoke to you like you were delicate, like you might break if they weren’t careful.
and he hated it. he could feel it burning in his chest, that anguish. almost like a fever that could just as easily burn everything in its path as he looked at you, still smiling.
how can you smile like that? he asks himself in the quiet. how can you still be so good to the world, when it makes you feel so alone?
new kid! fushiguro megumi clenched his fists so tightly, it turned brutishly red. he couldn't let this pass. he won't. this is isn't what you deserved. you deserved so much more. you deserved the very best. no, no. you deserved the world. you deserved to have it at the palm of your hands.
megumi wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to him. but it did. it mattered to him that you were comfortable. it mattered to him that you had all that could make your life as normal as possible. so you could live with a smile in your face, a true one.
he started small, he started from where he could. when he noticed a branch hanging too low on your usual path, he snapped it off without a word. when the neighborhood kids left their bikes scattered across the sidewalk, he quietly moved them aside before you walked by.
when the bakery down the street rearranged their display cases, he mumbled a quiet, awkward explanation so you wouldn’t have to fumble around. or when he found books, he worked hard to try and make sure he reads it for you, every little word, even if his voice was hoarse from it.
new kid! fushiguro megumi thinks that there was nothing special about it. he was only doing what he should. moving things out of your way, describing things when it seemed like you wanted to know, standing beside you when the world got too loud. it wasn’t extraordinary. it wasn’t something to be praised.
it was just normal. just expected. that’s why he never said anything about it. never drew attention to it. never expected you to notice. but you did. it was ever so easy to notice. you were blind, that’s certain. but you were no fool.
you noticed how the world seemed a little easier when he was around. how the things that once stood in your way disappeared before you could even reach them. how he always stood just close enough, just within reach, but never too close—never forcing, never assuming, just there.
you noticed how his voice, though often hesitant, carried a quiet kind of care when he spoke to you. how his words, though awkward and sometimes clumsy, were always meant to bring you closer to the world he saw.
“you move things, don't you?” you said that sunny afternoon, your tone unreadable. "i can feel it, you know."
megumi froze. “i don’t—”
you smiled knowingly. “you do.”
"you take care of things, don't you?" you murmured, fingers trailing over the petals of a flower he had left for you on the fence. "quietly. carefully."
megumi, who had been standing on the other side, stiffened. "i don’t—"
you smiled, tilting your head slightly. "you do."
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who had never been good at taking credit, looked away, scowling. he found his face as red as the scarlet sunset behind you both. he purses his lips in a flat line.
megumi thinks about how much of his life had been spent making himself feel so insignificantly small in that quiet, unobtrusive prison he had made for himself, a prison he shouldn't even be in.
almost all the sudden, megumi thinks that he felt seen in a way that made his heart stumble. in a way he doesn't think he ever thought he could ever deserve in this life. he doesn't think he's a good person.
and yet, here you were, smiling at him and telling him that he was a good person. that he was someone you appreciated. that he was someone you were thankful for, someone you cherished.
"you don’t have to....and yet....." you paused for a moment. "somehow, you do anyway."
his fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie. he didn’t know what to say to that. so he just mumbled, "don't think too much of it."
but you reached out, fingertips brushing over the rough wood of the fence, stopping just short of his. you shake your head at him. "it is too much. it is everything, megumi-chan."
“it’s not a big deal.” he grumbles under his breath. "anyone could have done that. you know that."
but you reached out, fingers brushing against his wrist before he could tuck his hands into his pockets. he felt his breath hitch as he found himself closer to you. it was as though this moment was the first time he'd ever found himself understanding what the word spring truly means when your touch was against his own.
“it is to me.” you whispered back to him. a small smile sweeping your tender lips. "it is a big deal. because it's you.....so thank you, megumi-chan. thank you for being good to me."
he grew even redder, flustered at your tenderness. he rubs the back of his head, feeling his heart pound. "you give people too much credit! you're too nice. how are you this nice?"
you giggled at him. "but arent't you nice too?"
"am not!" he murmured under his breath, still ever so red.
"ah, you're pretty red, aren't you?"
"shut up!"
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never cared for praise, found that your words sat warm in his chest long after you’d gone. there was that thought that maybe spring could last forever, whenever you smiled at him.
there was a thought that his day would feel complete because you were there to tell him that you were thankful that he came into your life to help him through it all, even the little things.
he never thought that your words would pull at his heartstrings in this way, playing his heart into a symphony that could only be built in the benevolent heart of someone like you. and so, he found himself addicted to the sound of his heart beating, leaping over and over again.
perhaps that is what it was, some sort of calling. this new kid on the block without purpose, found one. that was to stay by your side no matter come what may. because nothing was more addictive to him, than this feeling.
these overwhelming feelings that drown him in this eternal sea, each and every single time. he knew that, almost too certainly. and there was no escape. and he knew deep down, he didn't want to escape it. not when you smile like that. not when you smile at him, smile because of him.
new kid! fushiguro megumi started describing things more, in his own awkward way. with great detail. he knew he wasn't as good as most people in describing things. or being passionate about it out loud. but you seemed to enjoy it very much. you were smiling through it all.
“the sky looks kinda weird today. all gray, like someone smudged the clouds.” he’d say a bit dryly. or, in some rare warm whispers, “the cherry blossoms are blooming. they look like—uh, you know, pink and fluffy.”
"is it really?" you gasped, almsot too excitedly at some points. "oh, megumi-chan! what's the shape of the clouds? oh, oh! how about the birds in the sky? are they as graceful as how the documentaries say?"
he knew that wasn’t great with words, but you never seemed to mind. if anything, it made you seem contented in the warmth of spending time together, even if the words don't echo them exactly.
because if one was asking the correct things, this would be the question: what is the right words, the perfect words, when every action already blossomed the warm kindness the sun could never gift you? that's what you asked him.
and he wasn't sure at all, if he had any answer for you. instead, he lets his hand brush carefully against your own, his green-blues not leaving your misty ones. you found your lips curving into the brightest of smiles, teeth and all. megumi thinks that these smiles are the very best. these were the ones he cherishes most when you were together.
"you're good to me, megumi-chan. thank you."
"you're good to me too." he whispers under his breath, red appearing agianst his cheeks. ".....i hope you know that."
you giggled. "hm, hm. i know."
new kid! fushiguro megumi wasn’t sure when it started. when did it turly start; these feelings that were too loud for him to ignore. these rhythmic symphonies his heart composes when he sees your face, at peace under a willow tree.
maybe it was the first time you held his hand without hesitation, trusting him without question. or maybe it was the way you always seemed to know when he was nearby, even when he hadn’t said a word. he doesn't know how it all begun.
but all he knew was that he had these feelings. he had these smiles on his lips. he had these red cheeks blossoming hot. he had you, by his side letting them repeat over and over again.
new kid! fushiguro megumi who had spent almost all of his life keeping the world, the people, life itself at arm’s length slowly finds himself realizing that he was letting you in those impenetrable walls without even a single cost. he has let go without a fight.
but how could he do such a thing, when he has too much desire to keep you by his side like this? how could he find himself hidden away from you in these strong holds when he wanted for you to feel the warmth in his tone, the kindness in his touch?
it was easy to notice it in the small things, how he had utterly surrendered to you. how he started looking for you first whenever he stepped outside. how he’d listen for your voice over the hum of the neighborhood. how the air around you always felt a little lighter, a little warmer.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who had always been good at avoiding emotions, was starting to realize—he was falling in love. so utterly, miserably, happily, undoubtly, ever so certainly in love and it was with you. always you. it was never going to stop being you.
that spring afternoon, that youthful spring that belonged only to the two of you. it was ever so beautiful. he couldn't explain it. was the tree beautiful because you were under it, or were you beautiful because you were the apple of his eyes?
when he found you sitting in your blossoming garden, your fingers lightly skimming over the open pages of the book. your fingers gently brushed itself against the tactile echoes all across the pages, the words forming through those elegant bridges of braille recognizable from where he stood.
“you don’t have to read in braille, you know.” he said, standing just beyond the fence. “i could read to you.”
you tilted your head toward him, smiling softly. “you would?”
he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “yeah. if you wanted.”
“hmm, i guess.” you hummed, considering. “but do you even like reading out loud?”
he looked away. “not really. not stuff like this, at least."
you laughed, quiet and knowing. “but you’d do it anyway?”
he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “...yeah.”
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who wasn’t good at saying things outright, suddenly felt very obvious. he felt like he didn't know who this person was, being so bold as to stand before you and be so ever brave.
he could see that well hidden mirth in your glassy eyes, ever so happy to just be there with him this way. even if you couldn't see everything, you were so good at knowing the wondrous picture forming before you. you could read him, even if you couldn't see him. and he knew that too well.
you grinned at him. soon enough, you only patted the empty space beside you. “then come sit with me.”
and just like that, he did.
he always will, you know that.
that's how he perhaps, loves you.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never cared for the thought of happy ever after, or whatever those fairy tales say, found himself reading them to you with such uncharted passion anyway.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who never needed the warmth of many people, found himself wanting to stay by your side. hoping for the immortality of that joy that comes from being together.
new kid! fushiguro megumi, who wasn’t sure when it started, knew one thing for certain now— he was already yours. and he doesn't care for how it ends, or how it becomes. his dream, his truest dream, was to remain by your side, smiling under the beckoning sunrise.
I wanted to practice drawing Megumi. I used a photo of my figure for reference lmao
dont steal/copy, reblogs appreciated ^-^
wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves
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(belated) wip wednesday!!! this a snippet from my upcoming fic wedding bell blues
See them (and me) at #CA9!!
something something father son
winter break
Nobara calls Megumi "Count Fagula"
Megumi likes to lay his head on Yuji's chest and listen to his heartbeat
food for thought…
megumis gone for like a week on a solo mission and when he comes back u give him some “service” to help him relax from his stressful mission and i have two ways that ive thought abt this
a) yuji walks into the room to ask megumi abt his mission but finds u giving him head
b) yuji was hiding under the bed or in the closet or smth to try and scare megumi for shits n giggles and when u both walk into the room hes shocked to see u go down on him
whichever u way u decide to write (it if u do) it turns into both of them putting u into a wheelchair for the next week 👩🦽➡️
love ur workssssss xoxo 💟💟💟
This has been in my drafts and I forgot to post... I understand if you're upset! But here you areeee, enjoy!
Brilliant idea by the way yummy
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⯌Sum
"Boo!- oops" said the surprised Yuji Itadori after trying to hide in Megumi's closet and seeing something... else.
⯌ Wc
0.6k
(shorter one sorry)
⯌ Warnings
three-sum, oral (both genders receiving), "princess parts" and "pussy" and "cock" and "shaft" used, Megumi instructions at Yuji
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Gojo has been a bit of an asshole to Megumi recently because he refused to call him dad. So he's been giving him missions until he does call him it.
And as you might know, Megumi Fushiguro is one of the most stubborn men to exist. So he's refusing.
Yet another mission...
Yet another-
Slam!
That's the noise of a pent up Megumi slamming the door after a long stressful mission. Yuji was in Megumi's surprisingly empty closet.
He hears your voice, you usually comfort him after the mission, your his girl after all. At least that's what Yuji thought you did in there.
Then he hears a small "mhh", it was definitely a pleasured noise by Megumi. He just thought it probably was him getting a massage or something.
The look on poor Yujis face was so shocked when he ran out of the closet about to say "boo" and saw you on your knees on the floor while he was sitting on his bed.
His cock was down your throat, Megumi's vainy hand gripping your hair moving you up and down his cock.
Megumi's head was thrown back and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was such a pretty sight until Megumis teary eyes fluttered open and quickly widened, Yuji's eyes were wide open.
Megumi gently tried to pull at your hair and you sucked harder making him let out a pretty moan making Yuji's pants get tighter and tighter.
Yuji slowly goes behind you two and realizes your pussy is bare and dripping. Your princess parts looking lonely and practically begging to be touched.
"Megumi should I touch her?" Yuji quickly asked. He just felt bad... also maybe if he made you feel good, maybe you two would make him feel good too. But that's for next time.
Yuji always thought you were cute but your Megumis. But he always wanted to hear you moan too. So he's practically begging in his mind for him to eat you out so you can continue also feeling pleasure. But the moans will give him some pleasure too.
"F-Fine." Megumi tries to sound tough but it comes out in a pathetic whine.
Yuji's quick to go down on all fours like a dog and jammed his tongue in your tight pussy. His cock is practically gonna explode when he realizes how tight you are.
You're gobbling up Megumi's cock. Moving your head up and down his thick shaft. His red mushroom tip smacks against the back of your throat making you gag. But you like it.
Megumi cums down your throat as you suck extremely hard and lick hard up and down his length. He whimpers as you take his cock from out of your mouth.
Yuji looked up his cheeks red. He was surprised when he noticed how big Megumi was. He was picturing your little scrunched up face riding Megumi.
"Yuji i'm allowing you to touch my girl. One time thing. So be grateful, and make her feel good." He nods and shoves his tongue in your pussy making you whimper.
Megumi goes on the floor beside you guys and pets your hair. Your head goes in his lap as you arch. It's so amazing, getting eaten out from the back as you're getting praised by your boyfriend.
"You gonna cum baby?" Megumi says in a way too sweet voice you barely recognize. You nod with a teary look in your eyes. Your face scrunches up as Yuji suckles hard on your clit.
And that just made you cum, also hard.
Megumi kicks Yuji out. "Remember he was here for pleasure only. You're mine." You nod overstimulated.
But you're not surprised when Megumi calls Yuji over for "the game". (It was on tomorrow not today)
food for thought…
megumis gone for like a week on a solo mission and when he comes back u give him some “service” to help him relax from his stressful mission and i have two ways that ive thought abt this
a) yuji walks into the room to ask megumi abt his mission but finds u giving him head
b) yuji was hiding under the bed or in the closet or smth to try and scare megumi for shits n giggles and when u both walk into the room hes shocked to see u go down on him
whichever u way u decide to write (it if u do) it turns into both of them putting u into a wheelchair for the next week 👩🦽➡️
love ur workssssss xoxo 💟💟💟
This has been in my drafts and I forgot to post... I understand if you're upset! But here you areeee, enjoy!
Brilliant idea by the way yummy
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Master list's
⯌Sum
"Boo!- oops" said the surprised Yuji Itadori after trying to hide in Megumi's closet and seeing something... else.
⯌ Wc
0.6k
(shorter one sorry)
⯌ Warnings
three-sum, oral (both genders receiving), "princess parts" and "pussy" and "cock" and "shaft" used, Megumi instructions at Yuji
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Gojo has been a bit of an asshole to Megumi recently because he refused to call him dad. So he's been giving him missions until he does call him it.
And as you might know, Megumi Fushiguro is one of the most stubborn men to exist. So he's refusing.
Yet another mission...
Yet another-
Slam!
That's the noise of a pent up Megumi slamming the door after a long stressful mission. Yuji was in Megumi's surprisingly empty closet.
He hears your voice, you usually comfort him after the mission, your his girl after all. At least that's what Yuji thought you did in there.
Then he hears a small "mhh", it was definitely a pleasured noise by Megumi. He just thought it probably was him getting a massage or something.
The look on poor Yujis face was so shocked when he ran out of the closet about to say "boo" and saw you on your knees on the floor while he was sitting on his bed.
His cock was down your throat, Megumi's vainy hand gripping your hair moving you up and down his cock.
Megumi's head was thrown back and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was such a pretty sight until Megumis teary eyes fluttered open and quickly widened, Yuji's eyes were wide open.
Megumi gently tried to pull at your hair and you sucked harder making him let out a pretty moan making Yuji's pants get tighter and tighter.
Yuji slowly goes behind you two and realizes your pussy is bare and dripping. Your princess parts looking lonely and practically begging to be touched.
"Megumi should I touch her?" Yuji quickly asked. He just felt bad... also maybe if he made you feel good, maybe you two would make him feel good too. But that's for next time.
Yuji always thought you were cute but your Megumis. But he always wanted to hear you moan too. So he's practically begging in his mind for him to eat you out so you can continue also feeling pleasure. But the moans will give him some pleasure too.
"F-Fine." Megumi tries to sound tough but it comes out in a pathetic whine.
Yuji's quick to go down on all fours like a dog and jammed his tongue in your tight pussy. His cock is practically gonna explode when he realizes how tight you are.
You're gobbling up Megumi's cock. Moving your head up and down his thick shaft. His red mushroom tip smacks against the back of your throat making you gag. But you like it.
Megumi cums down your throat as you suck extremely hard and lick hard up and down his length. He whimpers as you take his cock from out of your mouth.
Yuji looked up his cheeks red. He was surprised when he noticed how big Megumi was. He was picturing your little scrunched up face riding Megumi.
"Yuji i'm allowing you to touch my girl. One time thing. So be grateful, and make her feel good." He nods and shoves his tongue in your pussy making you whimper.
Megumi goes on the floor beside you guys and pets your hair. Your head goes in his lap as you arch. It's so amazing, getting eaten out from the back as you're getting praised by your boyfriend.
"You gonna cum baby?" Megumi says in a way too sweet voice you barely recognize. You nod with a teary look in your eyes. Your face scrunches up as Yuji suckles hard on your clit.
And that just made you cum, also hard.
Megumi kicks Yuji out. "Remember he was here for pleasure only. You're mine." You nod overstimulated.
But you're not surprised when Megumi calls Yuji over for "the game". (It was on tomorrow not today)
Megumi annoyed when his shikigamis do the complete opposite of what he has summoned them for, rubbing their heads into your hands, pulling out their tongues and spinning around on their bellies, Throwing you to the ground to keep playing with you, being attacked out of cuttenes, Megumi let out a sigh, looking down at you, "I don't know why are they doing that. "
He clearly knows why they are doing that, his shikigami are a reflection of what he feels, he is weaken? They are too, he feels happy? They are too, and the reason why they act like that to you is because he likes you, Unable to say what he feels, his shikigamis would do the work for him, he put his thumbs on his temples, looking away with his cheeks red, trying hide his shame.
the day satoru gojo finds out that megumi, his sweet little megumi, is dating you, he goes down on his knees and starts crying, head in hands with his blindfold thrown to the side. he has this whole fit that only further embarrasses fushiguro to the point where he kinda regrets introducing you to the sorcerer. megumis right eye twitches as gojo grabs him by his shoulders and shakes him back and forth with tears shining in his eyes, pinching his cheeks as he babbles words neither of you can understand, acting like a desperate parent who is just over the moon for his son to finally be dating someone. “thank you for choosing megumi !” he sobs out to you, poking his head out to the side from your boyfriends shoulder to show his red, puffy eyes before snapping his head back to face megs, staring him down to the bone with an attempt of making a serious face. “if you guys break up i might lose my fucking shit.”
Baby gojo reacts to: megumi!🖤🐺
“just for three hours, can you do it?”
“…yeah.”
megumi stares at the blinking miniature of his sensei quietly, as the baby looks back at him too in silence.
“well then!” gojo claps his hands before turning to you. “let’s go, sweets! we have a willing, trusty babysitter to take care of him!”
you shoot your husband a glare before turning to megumi. “sorry, megumi. we have to go to school and investigate the recent cursed spirits outbreak, and it doesn’t feel right to bring him there.”
“i don’t mind, nee-san,” megumi replies to you almost nonchalantly, throwing a glance at your baby in his hold. “i’ll keep an eye on him.”
that’s what megumi said, but even he doesn’t know what he’ll do with a baby in his apartment. at first, he puts the kid on his bed and he immediately sits up straight and turns to him.
“what?” he questions the baby as if he could answer him. “do you feel cold?”
the munchkin is dressed in a frog onesie with two round eyes on the hoodie, so maybe he doesn’t feel cold, megumi thinks. in the next half an hour, he and the baby are in staring match, as he doesn’t even squeak once.
“you must be bored here,” megumi sighs, starting to feel bad that he can’t entertain him. “maybe i should ask her to accompany me next time…” his thoughts flit to the chirpy girl in his class, whom he knows will have many ideas to humor a baby.
maybe it can also be an excuse to spend time with her too.
suddenly, baby scoots closer to his side and leans to him, closing his eyes— and megumi feels warm inside.
“ah,” a small smile lights his face at the sight of this cute creature depending on him so trustingly. he pulls him closer and pats his back, before wrapping his arms around him to keep him in place.
“okay, let’s sleep together then.”
partners
summary: 2 miscommunications result in relationship… college au and not proof read
pairing: megumi x fem!reader
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megumi was always the type to never talk about his personal life. when the professor paired him with you for a class project, he didnt think anything off it. however, when he said “were partners” to you, he wouldnt have expected this.
you misunderstood.
thats not all.
when megumi said “partners” you thought he had meant something more, something romantic. it didnt help that he had been acting more relaxed around you, so you had thought you just missed the memo. mainly because megumi would never talk to you about his feeling. you started being more affectionate by calling him “baby” or “babe” in conversation, lesning on him more in study sessions, you remember his coffee order—not that its hard to forget. a black coffee.
megumi was confused but didnt want to make it awkward, so he kept his thoughts to himself. after all, you were just being friendly, right?
you and nobara went to the cafe near campus after classes one day, talking about everything. until you said, “me and megs are dating you know,”
nobara didnt miss a beat. just smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her overpriced latte. “oh, nice. didnt know you two were official now.”
“yeah, we didnt want to make a big deal out of it.” you replied. in reality, you didnt know, and megumi doesnt make a big deal out of anything.
nobara, remembering all the times you were lovey dovey with megumi in front of her, didnt question you at all, she was happy to accept it. you and megumi were dating.
later that week, nobara couldnt resist but bringing it up to megumi. she strolled up to his usual table in the student lounge, where he was on his phone like always.
“so, wanna go on a double date now?”
megumi looked up, confused. “i dont want to third wheel with you and maki.”
“you wouldnt be third wheeling anymore though, right?”
“wait—what?”
“yeah, yn already told me, you dont have to hide it.”
“what did she say?” megumi asked.
“that… you two are dating? she said you had been dating for a while?”
“no, thats not-“ he was cut off by nobara.
“listen. just say you dont wanna go, you dont have to hide your relationship from me yaknow? like i said, yn told me. talk to yn about if you dont feel comfortable about going, if not… then be at *random sushi place* by 8!”
nobara walks off, not being interested into talking with megumi anymore.
megumi didn’t even know how to process it all. he had no idea how to clear up the misunderstanding, and now nobara was convinced that you two were dating. he just hoped you weren’t too serious about it.
megumi just stared at the spot where nobara had stood, feeling a heavy sigh leave his chest. since nobara seemed so confident about it all, maybe they were and he just missed the signs?
megumi got ready for the double date group hang out.
it was 7:00 pm. nobara had insisted over text that he dress “decently” for this, so now he was standing here, debating whether his usual black hoodie was too casual.
he didn’t even know why he was putting so much thought into this. it was just nobara, maki, and—
his eyes flicked to his phone. you had texted him earlier, something short and sweet—although anything from you is sweet.
are you gonna come megs???
it shouldnt have made his stomach flip, but it did.
he sighed, ruffling his hair.
yea sure
“this is just a normal hangout,” “just dinner.” he thought to himself.
still, he switched the hoodie for a plain black sweater, something a little neater.
when megumi arrived at the restaurant, nobara and maki were already seated. you were beside nobara, chatting happily, completely at ease.
when you spotted him, your eyes lit up.
“megu! you made it” you said, scooting over slightly, making space for him next to you.
megumi hesitated before sitting down. something about the way you said his name made his face warm, its obviously just the temperature in the restaurant though.
(its not.)
nobara smiled. “look at him, actually on time.”
“barely,” maki added, sipping her sake.
megumi rolled his eyes but didnt argue.
he glanced at you, noting how close you were sitting. maybe it was just his imagination, but you seemed comfortable. very comfortable.
“so,” nobara started, resting her chin on her hand, “hows dating life treating you two?”
“its great!” you said before megumi could speak, smiling at them before turning to megumi, eyes full of warmth. “right, megs?”
megumi mumbled an agreement before trying to hide his red face in his hand.
nobara nodded approvingly. “figured. you guys always looked like a couple anyway.”
maki smirked. “yeah, megumis the quiet type, but we all knew you would end up together.”
he looked between them, waiting for some sign that this was a joke, but they were all so casual about it.
they actually think you two were dating.
he was going to ask you “are we actually dating?”
but then you reached for his hand under the table, lacing your fingers through his without hesitation.
his heart nearly stopped.
“hes just shy,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.
nobara grinned. “yeah, yeah. hes lucky youre patient.”
everyones entree arrived swiftly after that.
you squeezed his hand again, looking up at him like he was the best thing in the world, something in him settled.
yeah. you were his partner. you had been all along.
he just hadnt noticed.
i wrote most of this in class then wrote the other half like 9 hours later… so it might not make any sense lolol
fuck my annoying ass dog
in which: megyn cuddle + annoying kuro
pairing: megumi x f!reader
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megumi was tired.
a long day of exercising curses, all he wanted in this moment was to collapse into bed and pull yn into his arms. no barking or whining, just wuiet.
but apparently that was too much to ask for.
because the moment he wrapped his arm around yns waist, the divine dog growled.
not a soft whine like when megumi didnt bring back treats, a warning growl.
megumis fingers barely touched yns hip again before the growl got louder. his brain took a second to process it before his face turned into a scowl.
he glanced down at the divine dog, who was currently trying to wedge itself between him and yn. its head pressed against yns stomach.
yn, meanwhile,. was sleeply giggling, her face buried against megumis chest.
megumi sighed. “did you just growl at me, kuro?”
the dog did not blink or waver.
it stood its ground, its eyes sharp like megumi was an intruder in his own dorm.
yn lifted her head slightly, peekijg up at him. “theyre just protective, megs.”
protective, against megumi. yns boyfriend. their summoner.
megumis eyes narrowed. “shes literally my girlfriend”
the dog did not care. if anything, it pushed itself closer to yn, pressing its entire weight into them as if shielding her from megumi.
“you cant be serious.”
yn reached down and scratched behind its ear. “its cute.”
“no, its not.”
it was annoying, he could barely touch his own girlfriend without his own technique getting in the way.
megumi stared down the dog with the most unimpressed look imaginable. which was reflected on the dog. “i summon you, you exist because of me. you should be on my side.”
the dog blinked. then had the audacity to turn its head away.
because megumi wasnt worth looking at.
megumi exhaled sharply. “fine”
yn, still giggling, tilted her head. “are you pouting, megs?”
“no.”
megumi absolutely was pouting.
and it only got worse when kuro curled against yns stomach, blocking megumi from touching her.
yn ran her fingers through kuros fur. “guess you have to work for their trust, too.”
“i dont need their trust, i need my girlfriend back.”
kuro didnt move.
megumi sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the mattress. he should have desummoned the shikigami already, but he was too tired. instead he settled for grumbling under his breath.
reader reached out, gently running her fingers through megumis hair, scratching at the scalp. the tension in his shoulders giving away.
megumis eyelids drooped, huffing out a breath. “this is so unfair.”
“youre cute when your grumpy, megs”
megumi grumbled something unintelligible before wrapping an arm around her back—and the dog growled again.
“oh my fucking gosh.”
the way things go
in which: yearningish kinda after mutual breakup
with: suguru, shoko, megumi
masterlist
not very angsty… sorry
megumi boyfriend texts
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megumi valentines special
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in all honestly, yn was afraid of fushiguro. the first time she saw him was when she was hiding from student council, she turned the corner to find him on a pile of bodies. not the most welcoming sight.
their relationship remained like that. yn was afraid of fushiguro, fushiguro probably didnt know that she existed. sure he saw her in the hallways from time to time. but those prolonged gazes glances didnt compare to the amount of times yn nearly tripped trying to silently run away.
when she entered high school she assumed that fushiguro would stop, and for the most part, he did. sure he was aggravated by a couple of students every now and then, but they had it coming honestly.
fushiguro attended every class and was on every a honor roll. he got nearly every girls attention, yn was not an exception. he was the standard of beauty, who could blame her.
although, out of all the girls in the school, yn was just average. if in fushiguros standards, probably below average. so she swallowed her feelings, if someone were to ask her who she liked. “no one.” she would say avoiding their gaze.
valentines was coming up soon, yn wonders if she would get any chocolates. hopefully romantic chocolates. maybe a boy in her class. maybe megumi fushiguro
eventually valentines rolls around and not a single chocolate left in her desk. thats fine, she wasnt betting on getting any anyways.
while eating lunch she heard girls talking about fushiguro possibly having chocolates.
‘wow. what a lucky girl.’ she thinks to herself.
nearly every girl (and boy) in the school was trying to figure out who it was for. he refused to say for his own reasons.
the last bell rings and school is dismissed for the day. yn walks home in the cold weather wishing she would’ve worn stockings for brought another jacket.
she hears speed walking behind her but doesnt bother to look back, she knows that whoevers behind her definitely isnt trying to interact with her.
yn feels a tap on her shoulder and shivers run down her back, their hands were cold. she turns around to find fushiguro, holding a small bag of chocolates.
“i got these for you for helping me.”
“help you with what?”
he shoves the bag further in your hands, looking to the side blushing.
“take them.”
fushiguro sprints off without looking back. “hey wait what was that for!” yn shouts.
after that she started noticing fushiguros lingering stares glares, did she do something wrong?
she assumed that fushiguro messed up and gave it to the erong person, or it was just gratitude chocolate. although, yn has barely spoken to fushiguro let alone done him a favor. she wonders who he really wanted to give them to. maybe that popular girl in his class. what was her name again?
a couple weeks after that chocolate incident, in p.e she overheard fushiguro talking with his only friend. “do you really think shes not getting my hints?”
“i wouldnt get them either.” (ita)
“i thought they were obvious” (fushi)
you quietly walk faster on the track. pretending you cant see fushiguro blushing and that other kid pointing with his mouth covered.
after abiut 1 minute you hear someone sprinting behind you. you think nothing of the footsteps until they start slowing down once they get within a couple feet across from you.
fushiguro looks to the his right, where youre standing. you divert you eyes. he takes inching closer to you.
“do you get it” (fushi)
you look at him in confusion. “hm?”
“get it?” (fushi)
“get what?”
…
“do you like me?” (fushi)
…
a/n: pls dont hate me because im bad at writing im sorryyy sorry 😞