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kasumitenbaz · 24 days ago

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hii!!! can you do “their attitude immediately uplifts when you’re around” with megumi please?? congrats on 500!!

✧˖° - saved this one from the 500 event even if it’s been a few months, fic quality is crap lately because of lack of motivation .. sorry in advance (◞‸◟)

gritting his teeth, megumi doesn’t even spare his mentor a glance once he hears a teasing, “what’s with the attitude, ‘gumi?” from behind him. instead, he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his uniform, warm from the fact that he keeps fidgeting with his hands in and out of his pockets. he’ll take them out, mess with his fingers, shove them back in, and the cycle ensues.

“don’t call me that.”

“fushiguro’s just mad his partner hasn’t texted him in the last hour,” nobara yawns before lolling her head to the sky, savoring the view of dusk. her lip quivers as she holds in a laugh, struggling to pretend she doesn’t feel the way megumi turns around only to pointedly glare at her.

“ah, so that’s what it is?” he jolts at the hand on his shoulder with gojo’s ever growing coos. a brash hand ruffles his hair and he shrugs it off harshly, maneuvering out of the way so that he was safe from the assault; the edge of the sidewalk his sanctuary.

“she’s at the school, though?” yuuji replies guilelessly. . . even though the only response he gets is a sharp flick to the side of his head.

“i know that, stupid — we’ve just been on this mission for days,” megumi says, facing forward as yuuji rubs the spot of his head with a soft pout.

“ah, young love,” gojo sighs. “can’t even live without each other.”

“shut up.”

nobara huffs, “you know, you were the one scolding them for going on that mission a month ago?” she stretches and puts a hand on her hip as a blur of pink hair nods in agreement.

megumi doesn’t say anything to that. maybe because everything’s just pissing him off — his friends, gojo, the sun that-no-matter-how-much-he-thinks-of-how-beautiful-you’d-think-it’d-look-is still so blinding that he has the urge to take his hands out of his pockets once more. sweat forms on his furrowed brow as he closes his eyes to drown out the soft teasing and mindless chatter carried by those two idiots. oh, sorry — scratch that, three idiots.

but when his eyes scrunch shut, all he can think of is you. your face, burned into the haven on his eyes, is the only thing that appears, except for the other obscure, floating shapes that drift around the darkness. but behind all those weird. . . blobs, he can make out your eyes; crinkled at the corners with your smile. your stupid, stupid smile.

megumi opens his eyes again. he can’t even escape you with his eyes closed. fingers fiddling with the loose seams in his pocket, he ignores the way his palms get sweaty even when he tries to pretend he doesn’t care.

“. . . and i heard the food here’s okay.”

reverie soon broken by yuuji’s voice growing back to normal volume, megumi’s eyes finally flicker in their direction. nobara making a face at the reviews of the place he’s talking about online, itadori walking backwards while he faces gojo; the slick bastard, who already knows how megumi’s looking at him, turning his head ever so slightly.

even if he has a blindfold, megumi clenches his jaw at the fact that he can tell he’s looking at him.

so he sighs in exasperation before throwing another glare at them.

“you guys realize we have about four hours to get home, right? and we’re not even on the shinkansen yet,” he can practically hear his classmates roll their eyes. “it’s already getting dark out and—“

he’s cut off by a raised hand and gojo shaking his head fondly. “alright alright,” putting his hand back in his pocket, his head tips up towards the sky. “since loverboy wants to go home, we’ll just go ahead and get some tickets for the train already.”

gojo chuckles at the whines nobara and yuuji emit in unison.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll take you guys out another time — preferably when megumi’s not feeling so grumpy,” a hand comes up to ruffle megumi’s hair and he does everything in his power not to swat it away.

once they’re on the bullet train, the ride’s pretty silent; save for the irritant, loud coughs of the man across from them and the quiet bickering between dumb and dumber in the seats in front of them.

jade eyes occasionally darting next to him, they narrow at the sight of his teacher — a placid smile on his lips, never faltering the whole way back from their mission.

“you excited?” he asks, catching the boy off guard.

“for what?”

“to see them.”

megumi presses his lips together. “it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

he’s met with a soft laugh as gojo slumps back in his seat, spreading his legs and interlacing his fingers, cracking them with the extension he brings forward before he shakes his head.

“you might as well be,” he shrugs.

megumi squints. “what does that mean?” with a small cock of his head, gojo’s laughing grows louder until his student’s looking around in all directions and shushing him.

but, being satoru gojo, megumi has no choice but to sit there and slink into his seat, hiding his face from the turning heads in nearby seats.

“it means,” the white haired man swallows as he extends his blindfold to act like he’s wiping a tear from his eye. a breathy chuckle and he finally turns back to megumi, “it means that it’s so obvious—! i don’t know how you don’t see it.”

“there’s no way,” crossing his arms, megumi looks away from the man.

“way,” said man grins. “you guys are so into each other.”

“shut up.”

“do i hear two people sitting in a tree?”

“you’re so irritating,” he massages his temples — although, nothing can ever properly drown out gojo’s teasing. he sighs, wondering how principal yaga does it. so instead, he closes his eyes with a wrinkled brow and leans back in the cheap seat, hoping to somehow fall asleep on the way there.

the last thing he hears is gojo’s giggles and what he swears is the sound of a camera shutter. he’s so gonna tell tsumiki about this, maybe she’ll knock some sense into him.

when he opens his eyes (or more so, they’re opened for him, as the first thing he sees when he wakes up is yuuji poking at his face for him to wake up), he rolls his neck around with a satisfying crack while the speaker system calls out how they’ve reached tokyo.

his bones feel achy when he steps off the train, the dull pain gnawing at the balls of his feet from all the walking and running they had to do today. it wasn’t a high level grade curse, maybe a three and a half or so.

megumi huffs when he looks at the maps on his phone. turns out he had to endure at least twenty minutes of walking once more before they got back to the school. the dawning sunrise paints over his vision as his eyes squint to see in front of him, ignoring the way nobara pokes his back to try and get a reaction out of him.

he can only pray he can see you sooner.

five minutes can feel like an hour, he thinks — and those twenty minutes seem to stretch on for eternity, even as megumi passes through the veil that shields jujutsu tech from the rest of the world.

footsteps like lead, he rolls his neck around to try and relieve the pressure that seems to have built up. his hand comes up to massage at the muscles but to no avail, his headaches only growing with every step. they only come to a halt when he sees a familiar head of hair, streaks of orange from the sky seeping into them; and there you are.

you’re talking with maki-san, waving your hand as you ramble about something. he makes a small noise when he stops, maybe because there’s also a firm hand slapping itself on his shoulder with fingers digging into his back.

his head whips around only to find kugisaki staring at him, her nails digging into his arm by the minute.

“oi, if you hurt them,” she furrows her brows. “i’ll kill you.”

he stares at her blankly, blinking once or twice. “okay,” he says.

“and then castrate your dead body!”

bewildered, megumi’s lips part a bit at a loss for words. unnecessary, he thinks.

“and then—“

“ah kugisaki,” gojo hooks his hand around the collar of her uniform to drag her away, despite the angry amount of mumbled curses spewed in feeble retaliation.

“megumi?”

he almost freezes at the soft call of his name, head turning towards the source before he sees you. you and your stupid smile.

(okay, not stupid, he decides. it’s pretty nice once he thinks about it. . . maybe because it’s all he thinks about. whatever.)

he mutters your name, his hands back in his pockets as he makes his way towards you. you throw a grin at maki, whom only rolls her eyes before slipping past the corner towards another section of the school.

his eyes occasionally dart from the stone path back up to you, and that’s how it goes. back and forth, back and forth. . . until you chuckle at his behavior and wave a hand over for him to come walk with you.

“how’s your leg?” he asks, trying not to look at the way the sun grazes over you too long.

you glance down at it and shrug with a small hum. “it’s been better.”

“i think that’s a given.”

“c’mon, it’s been three days since i’ve last seen you and you’re already getting smart with me?”

he huffs. “sorry, then.”

patting him on the back, you laugh heartily as you shake your head. “i’m just joking,” you say. “you were right that day, you know. i should’ve just listened to you.”

megumi’s brows lift, his lips parting with a soft, “ah.”

your head tilts up to spot the entrance doors, right where it leads to the dorms. you stop in front of the building, the tiny kanji on the directory reading, “boy’s dormitories,” being the boy’s wing and all.

“well,” he dismisses, “no point in beating yourself up about it now, right?”

you grin. “right.”

a lump forms in his throat, one he can’t get out — so instead of responding with a polite quirk of his lips or a hum, he turns his head to the wall with a soft ‘tch’.

“we haven’t seen each other for a while, though,” you begin, pushing off from the pillar with your shoulder before crossing your arms. “i’ve got the new weezer cd.”

he cocks a brow.

you chuckle, “do you wanna come by my dorm later to listen to it? you know how much i love your critiques.” your fingers form small all air quotes at the end of your sentence, to which he scoffs — he doesn’t notice the way your eyes look at him when he turns away.

he looks at the stairs, then back up at you with a small hum; which is megumi for “yes”.

“i’ll see you later, then,” you beam, hopping down the stairs as you throw him one last, small wave.

he lifts his hand with a meager one of his own, before watching you walk away, your head turning the corner first in hopes that maki or panda are still loitering around somewhere.

in the distance, he fails to see yuuji, maki and inumaki watching him from afar.

“fushiguro’s always like that with them, huh?”

“salmon,” inumaki nods, his words muffled behind his uniform.

maki grumbles, pushing the bridge of her glasses up. “that idiot,” is all she says before she starts walking away. yuuji cocks his head a bit before watching as the two walk away.

megumi doesn’t care as he closes the door behind him and walks down the hallway until he finds the familiar door of his room. he can’t help but let his lips settle into a small smile. you were the one thing his day got right.

so he’ll sit on his bed, thumbing at the worn threads of the nearby plush you got him at one of the more recent festivals you went to. he’ll look it in its eyes, dark and glossy buttons woven in, before he flops onto his back and starfishes on the bed.

he scoffs, “stupid,” before putting an arm over his face.

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kasumitenbaz · 24 days ago

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sessions

2. iconic duo

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tw/notes: cursing, drinking/smoking, drug/alcohol mention, unserious itafushi (?), sexual jokes mentioned

“aren’t you gonna be cold though?” maki asked leaning back on your bed

“but the jacket ruins the point of the outfit, doesn’t it?”

she sighed and looked over her glasses at where you were standing in front of the mirror, “throw on a red one then, red and yellow were already a choice to begin with.”

fake pouting at her you just went ahead and laid down next to her. “it’s just having fun- it’s not even obnoxiously red and yellow! i made it cute,” you sighed dramatically, looking up at her, “don’t push it, i’m still mad you’re not coming with us, who’s gonna be the one degrading the nasty guys that approach us?”

she just rolled her eyes and flicked your forehead in response, “don’t sit here and act like you aren’t capable of being evil.” she stood up from the bed, tugging your arm, “c’mon, i’ve got this red jacket you can take, might even do the outfit a favor, red baby tee and those shorts aren’t enough even if you made cute, you’re still gonna get hypothermia when walking outside.”

you followed her sitting up, letting her take you to her room to dig for the jacket, “if you had decided to go we could’ve been needy and jennifer…”

“aw, well that’s too bad.”

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you wandered through the crowded living space, bright colored lighting shading the walls and furnitures. you dragged toge to where yuji had texted you he was, panda following shortly behind you both, wearing some cheap dollar store blonde wig after you both decided to include him into the ‘duo’ by making him juno’s best friend leah. some people gave you weird looks when seeing the taped bowl under your friend’s shirt resembling a ‘stomach’, but most were caught up in there own worlds.

once you reached the dinning room it was hard to miss the guy’s pink hair, wearing some variation of a tyler durden fit. he was leaning against the table smiling, the round sunglasses sliding down his nose as he seemed to examine something on the table, only to look up when he felt your finger flick against his shoulder. his smile only getting brighter once he took in you and toge’s outfits.

“y/n! wait- you guys actually did it-!” he exclaimed.

“heyyyy- you look great! fight club-” you started only to be cut off by him bringing his finger up to his lips. “first rule, never talk about about fight club.”

you just rolled your eyes, watching him bring his attention to toge next. “hey, this is our friend panda,” he said, pointing to the obvious.

“awesome! i love panda’s!” he exclaimed, turning back to you for a moment before he forgot. “oh hey- remind me one of my friends wanted to meet you, she started listening to you and said she’s a fan!”

“always up for meeting a hot girl,” but as yuji moved out the way, you caught sight of the guy who had been standing behind him.

white button up with a ‘hello my name is’ sticker on it, black pants, loosened tie and fake busted lip and nose, the blood drawn on with what’d you guess was some kind of lipstick or colored makeup pencil. No doubt as the narrator and the other half of yuji’s pair, but holy shit was he hot.

“oh yeah- hey this is my no heart ex-roomate-” yuji started only to get slapped on the back of his head.

“Fushiguro, nice meeting you…”

outside the studio…

debated making megumi and yuji ennis and jack but i alr made a reference 1st chap had to limit myself

megumi stole nobara’s lipstick to draw the blood on in the car and was jumpscared when she got into the passenger seat

toge went around and kept rubbing his stomach and telling everyone y/n was the father

yuji was looking down at the table at a printed out minion meme someone that was a fan had given him

yuta and maki went to go watch nosferatu together, maki kept thinking ‘trench coat buttoned up to the TOP”

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kasumitenbaz · 27 days ago

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megumi fushiguro x reader 𓂃 drabble.

+ love, ‘su: what happens when your friend's brother is your type? flirting! not beta read mb

“can i date your brother?”

“that loser?!”

a smile works up your face, signaling to your friend that you are half joking and half serious. truth be told, you've been eyeing her brother for a while. he's awkward around you, messy hair that never seems to settle, gentle with touching, and not to mention his honey-glazed voice.

“go ahead. i was beginning to question him anyway.”

and just like that, you began plotting. the frequency of your visits to the fushiguro's increased tenfold, and so did the eye contact between you and megumi.

whenever your eyes caught his, you'd flash him a sweet smile, softening your eyes at him.

unfortunately, megumi can't reciprocate. he's malfunctioning on spot, bringing the back of his hand to cover him biting his lips, and the blush that creeps up whenever you're provoking him.

days upon days of subtle flirting turn into weeks. eventually, megumi got used to your advances. he's even mustered up the courage to answer you back.

little did he know that his improvements would crumble within one night. all the research on how to flirt back, questioning his sister about you, hearting your posts on social media washed down the drain.

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it's not unusual to see megumi at the gym. he's a guy that cares a lot for his lean figure. abs that aren't too prominent, biceps that aren't big, but you can see them when he's in a tank top, and slightly toned thighs. he believes it's the perfect combination for himself.

besides this, all confidence is lost when you walk in the gym. what are you doing here? fuck knows why— you're unpredictable.

he's on the treadmill, getting his minutes in while he pretends he's not looking at you through his peripheral vision. it's obvious your destination is right beside him.

suddenly getting eight-minutes on the treadmill doesn't seem impossible. surely not when he's trying his best to not look at you.

your stare burns into him, heating his body as if you placed a fraction of the sun inside him. your eyes trail along his body, admiring his build. it's coincidentally just in line with your taste.

“you're drenched in sweat.” throwing the hand towel over your shoulder, you put a hand on your hip.

“y-yeah. been at it for an hour.” slowing his pace, he replies to you, taking in deep breaths whenever he can.

“the treadmill?!”

coming to a stop, he steps off the treadmill, taking your towel to assist himself.

“no, i meant the entire workout.”

your face contorted in disbelief at the sight of your towel being dirtied.

megumi pays no mind to your expressions, enjoying the satisfaction of being semi-dry instead of beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his face.

the satisfaction ends when he felt a finger poke his chest, then it slid down the middle of his torso, stopping right above his belly button.

you giggle at his reaction. finding it amusing the way he tensed up at your touch.

“well, aren't you fit.” you teased, smiling at him.

megumi scoffs, grabbing your wrist with his hand. his grip is firm — ensuring that you won't be able to wiggle your hand out.

“how long are you going to do this, y/n?”

“do what?” feigning innocence, you shrugged at him.

at that point, he breaks. he's fed up and hates it when he's placed in guessing games. it's either you commit to the bit, or leave him alone — okay, no. he doesn't want you to leave him alone, but you get the point.

lowering his head to your ears, he whispers, “you know what i'm talking about.”

has his voice always been that deep? you wondered to yourself, ignoring the chills his whisper sent.

you turn your head away from him, bringing yourself back to reality.

“then do something about it.”

“you've got quite the tongue, y/n.”

“thanks, i got it from my mother!” your quick remarks are back, but you're still avoiding eye contact.

maybe it's the fact that he's obviously irritated—or maybe it's his now see-through tank top that's making it impossible for you to continue your usual endeavours.

annoyed, megumi leans back, rolling his shoulders. his hand's still holding your wrist, and the other's settled in his sweatpant's pocket.

“let's go back.” a heavy sigh left him.

“but i just got here!” you refused to leave.

“you already saw what you came for. it's time to go, y/n.”

he walked forward, pulling you behind him. the irritated feeling long replaced by the heartbeat that's booming in his ears. tonight's the night one of you will become victorious.

#“ 𝜗𝜚 𓂃 ࣪˖ FOR MY ONE AND ONLY: FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.ᐟ ”#ohhh kei....#like..#oookkayyy.....#get it...#i love your mind #i love this #i love you #i love megumi of course #oh yes...#MEGUMI #HES SO!??!?!?#this was made for me...#this is for me...

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kasumitenbaz · 27 days ago

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fascinating that when you tell people "you have to learn the rules to break them" when talking about drawing/painting etc everyone nods and agrees but the second you say "you have to read books if you want to write better" there's a horde of contrarians begging to be the wrongest people ever all of a sudden

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kasumitenbaz · 1 month ago

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husband megumi headcanons

hi! so this is rlly short so lmk if you guys want more cause i have lots and lots!

husband megumi who says he hates sweets but sneaks into the kitchen at night after you're asleep to go eat the desserts you've made.

husband megumi who grumbles when you ask him to bring the dogs out because "you love them more"

husband megumi who loves watching you ramble about something you're interested in, seeing your eyes sparkle, a slight smile on his face.

husband megumi who listens to you talk about your day as you do his hair.

husband megumi who doesn't care much for social media but all his instagram posts are dedicated to you.

husand megumi who tucked in his wallet, behind his ID, is a slightly worn photo of you. It’s his little piece of comfort when he’s away on missions. He pulls it out during quiet moments, staring at it with a rare, genuine smile and thinking about how much he loves you.

husband megumi who thinks about how lucky he is to have you, every night before going to bed.

husband megumi who loves you more than anything in the world.

#“ 𝜗𝜚 𓂃 ࣪˖ FOR MY ONE AND ONLY: FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.ᐟ ”#giggled #perhaps even #amused #NO SERIOUSLY #gah..#i love you #i love this #i love your mind omg #i love husband!gumi

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kasumitenbaz · 1 month ago

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'what do u want to draw' 'idk, megumi?'

#“ 𝜗𝜚 𓂃 ࣪˖ FOR MY ONE AND ONLY: FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.ᐟ ”#YUUMMMYYYYYYYY #i really like megumi okay #WHOS THAT CUTE BOY WITH THE WHITE JACKET AND THE THICK ACCENT LIKE???

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kasumitenbaz · 1 month ago

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NO STRINGS ATTACHED

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LOOK UP IN THE SKY! IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE— WRONG... IT'S MEGUMI?!

SYNPOSIS : yn, an ordinary girl with a love for spiderman and a part-time job at the local record shop near campus, unknowingly catches the attention of tokyo’s (in)famous masked vigilante after a chance collision. who is this spiderman beneath the mask, you ask? none other than megumi fushiguro—the very “nonchalant”, yet talented guy who works at the skate shop just down the street. will the infatuated spiderman fangirl be able to find out his secret before it sends her into a spiral of unanswered questions?

STATUS : ongoing !

WHO : spiderman!megumi x fem!reader

TAGS : spiderman megumi, haha skater & (ear) pierced up megumi cuz i say so hahahahah, college au, not spiderman lore accurate (no canon events or whatever), kms/kys jokes, characters r most likely gonna be ooc, smau, crack, fluff, everyone is aged up, drinking/smoking mention probably, strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, cursing suggestive references/jokes, angst maybe at one point, lol maybe one sided hate at one point hahahaha......... ha??? who said that 😥, pining at one point be warned mwahahah CONTENT WARNING : each chapter will have their individual warnings ! (lowercase work intended)

AUTHOR'S NOTE : sigh if u think you've seen this before you probably have because i made a fanfic with the exact same slight(??) premise but then my friend deleted everything on my acc so !!! #wehateuhana anyway idea very heavily inspired by my goat @chososcamgirl god bless u girla (please please PLEASE!!! Go check out her super awesome CURRENT FANFIC and her UPCOMING ONE i was inspired by!!).... chapter names r honestly just based off of the songs i had on repeat while writing AUTHOR'S NOTE PT.2 : also i'd like to say i did get inspired by other fanfics i have read so if u notice smth seems similar to another fanfic lmk !!!! I CAN'T FIND THEM KMS TAGLIST : open , comment or send an ask to be added ! : )