#Megumi x reader fluff

[retiredteabag]

“This isn’t working”

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: something broke… but it’s definitely not your relationship

my smau masterlists one and two

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[coppy-catt]

like it part ii.

megumi fushiguro x reader, college au

megumi was in class, technically. pen in hand, notebook open, eyes on the whiteboard. but he wasn’t in class, mentally.

the professor’s voice was a muffled drone in the background, completely drowned out by the mess of thoughts circling in his head.

thoughts of you.

the way you’d looked at him that night, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes full of something that still made his chest ache. the way you’d whispered his name like it belonged to you. he’d never forget it—didn’t want to. it was burned into him now, seared into the backs of his eyelids every time he blinked.

his gaze flicked across the room, like it had a mind of its own—and there you were. sitting two rows ahead, chin propped in your hand, laughing at something your friend had said. casual. effortless. like nothing had changed.

but for megumi, everything had.

so how could you look so unphased?

his jaw tightened as he watched you casually twirl your pen between your fingers, that same easy smile tugging at your lips. like you hadn’t just torn down every wall he’d carefully built around himself. like you hadn’t fallen apart in his arms, whispered his name like a secret, kissed him like he meant something.

and maybe that’s what messed with him the most—he meant something.

at least, it had felt that way. but now? sitting here, watching you act like nothing happened, he couldn’t help but wonder if it had only meant something to him.

he glanced back down at his notebook. blank. useless.

she probably regrets it, the thought whispered, unwelcome but persistent. probably already decided to pretend it didn’t happen.

the idea sat heavy in his chest, made it hard to breathe.

but then—like you felt his eyes on you—you glanced over your shoulder. just for a second. just long enough to meet his gaze.

and you smiled. small. soft. real.

it made his heart stutter, made a reluctant smile tug at the corner of his own lips before he could stop it.

but what really got to him was your little wave.

just a flick of your fingers—quick, almost shy. but it hit him like a punch to the gut. because it wasn’t for anyone else. just him. like you were letting him in on some secret. like that night did mean something, and this was your quiet way of saying I haven’t forgotten either.

megumi looked down, trying to hide the full-blown grin threatening to take over his face. god, he probably looked ridiculous. he didn’t care.

because suddenly, the knot of doubt in his chest loosened. maybe you weren’t pretending. maybe you were just as unsure as he was—just better at hiding it.

he tapped his pen against his notebook, finally ready to write something down. but it wasn’t the lecture.

it was your name.

he caught himself midway through the first letter, pausing with the tip of the pen hovering just above the paper.

pathetic, he thought—but he didn’t scratch it out.

instead, he stared at it for a beat too long, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back in his chair. his fingers drummed lightly against the desk, but his mind was nowhere near the lecture.

it was back in his dorm. back under dim lights and soft sheets and the way your voice trembled when you said his name.

yea, he thought. i’m screwed.

because this wasn’t just a hookup. this wasn’t a blur of pleasure he could forget by morning. you were in his class. in his head. and now, you were under his skin.

he glanced at you again—just a quick look.

you were still facing forward, scribbling something in your notebook, but there was a faint curve to your lips. like you knew he was watching. like you wanted him to.

and that… yeah, that was going to drive him insane.

the lecture ended too soon.

and as students rustled around him, gathering their things and shuffling toward the doors, megumi stayed still for a moment. watching you. wondering if you’d wait.

wondering if you wanted him to.

he hesitated, watching as students filed out in a blur of backpacks and half-finished conversations. you stood with them, tucking your notebook into your bag with practiced ease, brushing your hair out of your face like it hadn’t just been pressed into his pillow hours ago.

and then—just like that—you were gone.

no glance back. no second wave.

his stomach dropped.

so that’s it? he thought. just a smile and a wave? that’s all I get?

the weight of it sat heavy in his chest as he slowly packed up his things, quieter now, more careful. every movement was deliberate, like rushing would only make it worse. like if he gave himself enough time, maybe it wouldn’t sting so much.

he slung his bag over his shoulder, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and pushed open the classroom door.

and then he saw you.

leaning against the wall just outside. waiting.

you weren’t scrolling through your phone or pretending to be busy—you were just standing there, arms crossed, eyes flicking up the second he stepped out.

megumi froze.

you smiled. “hey.”

“hi,” he replied—too fast, too eager—and instantly bit his tongue. smooth, he scolded himself, but it was too late. his voice had already cracked slightly, betraying just how hard his heart was pounding in his chest.

still, he couldn’t stop the rush of relief that washed over him. like a wave crashing through his ribs and clearing out every ounce of doubt he’d been drowning in since you walked out that door. you had waited for him.

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your gaze dipping shyly before returning to his. “walk me to class?”

he nodded without hesitation, even though he had a study group in ten minutes. screw it. they’d understand. or they wouldn’t. either way, he didn’t care.

you smiled, and he swore the hallway got a little brighter. you turned, and he fell into step beside you, your arms brushing occasionally as you walked.

“so I wanted to—”

“so what class do you—”

you both spoke at the same time, words tangling midair before falling into an awkward silence. a beat passed and a blush lit both of your faces.

you let out a soft laugh, ducking your head slightly. “go ahead.”

megumi shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “no, no—you go ahead. I was just gonna ask what class you have.”

you looked up at him then, eyes warm. “well… I was gonna ask about the other night.”

that stopped him cold. his heart gave a sharp, startled jump in his chest.

but before he could respond, you continued, your voice light, teasing. “but I’d rather talk about class.”

“I don’t,” he said too quickly once again, and immediately regretted how breathless it sounded.

you both paused mid-step, turning to face each other fully now in the middle of the empty hallway.

“you wanna talk about the other night?” you asked, brows slightly lifted, eyes locking onto his with something unreadable—curious, maybe nervous, definitely intense.

megumi swallowed hard, your gaze pulling images to the surface he’d been trying to push down all morning—your voice in his ear, your hands in his hair, the way you’d looked at him right before you said his name.

“yes,” he breathed.

“i’m surprised,” you mumbled, voice soft and uncertain. “considering the fact you never texted me.”

your words trailed off as your gaze dropped to your feet, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of your notebook. the teasing edge was gone now—replaced with something quieter, something a little vulnerable.

megumi blinked, caught off guard.

“I never…” he started, brow furrowing as he scrambled to make sense of it. his heart was racing, but now it was for a different reason—panic, maybe. guilt.

was he supposed to text you first? was that what people did after a night like that? he hadn’t known what the rules were. hell, he didn’t even know if there were rules.

he just… froze. overthought. waited. and now here you were, standing in front of him, thinking he didn’t care.

his mouth opened, then closed again. useless.

“I’ve never really…” he rubbed the back of his neck, frustrated with himself. “I didn’t know if I should. or if you wanted me to. I thought maybe—”

he stopped, taking a breath, organizing his words, then looked at you directly.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you. just wanted to give you space.”

you looked up at him, your expression unreadable for a second—then softened, just a little.

“I thought you regretted it,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

megumi took a step closer.

“no, never—I haven’t stopped thinking about it. or you.”

a smile lit your face, warm and a little shy, before you gave him a playful shove to the chest. it didn’t move him much, but it made his heart lurch anyway.

“idiot,” you muttered, trying to hide how much his words meant to you—but the blush blooming on your cheeks betrayed you.

megumi chuckled under his breath, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

you looked at him, and for a moment, you didn’t say anything. just stood there, watching him like he was something delicate. important.

then you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers without a word.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” you confessed.

and with that, you turned, tugging him forward by the hand. and he followed without hesitation, already forgetting where you were headed—only knowing he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

the conversation on the way to the science building was easy, light—like slipping into something familiar.

you told him about how furious your roommates were that you’d ditched them that night, exaggerating their dramatic texts and eye rolls. and megumi watched with hearts in his eyes. he could listen to you yap all day if you’d let him.

his responses were dorky but endearing, laced with just enough sarcasm to keep you laughing. he wasn’t trying to be funny—he just was.

and there was something about him that felt different.

while other guys tried too hard to impress you, megumi just was.

he didn’t just feel like a breath of fresh air.

he felt like the first real inhale after holding your breath for too long.

and once you made it to the front doors of your elements of physics class, you didn’t want to leave him.

“so,” you said, tugging him gently to the side of the doors, stalling just before you had to go in. “what are you up to later?”

your heart thudded against your ribs as you waited—but you didn’t have to wait long.

“nothing,” he answered.

you bit back a smile, eyes dropping for just a second before you looked up at him again. “would you mind helping me study for the psych quiz next week? I missed a few days, and none of my friends took decent notes.”

“oh—yeah, no problem,” he said, nodding. “uh… when?”

“text me,” you said with a grin, giving him a playful wink. “i’ll let you know.”

his eyes widened slightly. “oh, right!“

you let go of his hand, fingers slipping from his like a quiet promise, and spun on your heel to head into class—leaving him standing there, still smiling like an idiot.

“you’re going over there to study?” yuji asked, one eyebrow raised, voice dripping with suspicion—and not the subtle kind.

the trio sat at their usual table in the back of the library. books and notes scattered across the table between them.

megumi didn’t even glance up from his notebook as he replied. “yes.”

yuji snorted. “you know what that means, right?”

“yes,” Megumi grumbled. “means she’s gonna see my notes and my handwriting is trash. so please stop distracting me so I can rewrite — ”

“dude,” yuji cackled, nearly choking on his laughter. “she’s not gonna see your notes.”

megumi finally looked up, brows pinched. “huh? why not?”

that response made yuji lose it—he doubled over, slapping the table as he howled. “oh my god, dumbass,” he wheezed between laughs, “no one goes over to ‘study’ and actually studies!”

nobara, who’d been silently sipping her coffee until now, finally chimed in with a smirk. “honestly, it’s kind of cute how clueless you are, fushiguro.”

“i’m not clueless,” megumi muttered, clearly flustered. “she asked to study.”

“yeah,” nobara said, setting her cup down. “and I ask for one fry and then take the whole basket. doesn’t mean I wanted one fry.”

yuji was crying now. “bro, she’s not inviting you over for your flashcards.”

megumi stared at them, cheeks tinged pink, unsure if he wanted to argue—or listen to their advice.

“you two are the worst.” he grumbled, abandoning his notes and crossing his arms across his chest.

“no,” nobara grinned, propping her chin on her hand. “we’re just not tragically oblivious.”

yuji wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still recovering. “I just love that your biggest worry was your handwriting.”

“it is bad,” megumi mumbled. yuji doubled over again.

“look,” nobara jumped in again, saving megumi from yuji’s teasing. “she probably just wants to talk in private. probably pick up where you left off.”

“I don’t even know where we left off though.“

nobara rolled her eyes. “so ask her. ask her what she wants. what’s the worst that can happen, she confesses her love for you?”

“that’s the best case,” yuji pointed out.

“exactly,” she said with a shrug. “and if she doesn’t, then at least you know where you stand. but something tells me she’s not gonna reject you.”

megumi went quiet, chewing on the inside of his cheek, fingers tapping against his notebook. he hated to admit it, but they were right.

“i’ll talk to her,” he finally muttered.

yuji grinned. “before or after she jumps you again?”

megumi threw a crumpled piece of paper at him. “get a life.”

the rest of the day dragged torturously slow for megumi. every class felt longer than the last, every lecture a blur of words he couldn’t focus on. he checked his phone every two minutes—sometimes even less—because he wasn’t sure when exactly to text you. and he hoped you’d text him first.

you didn’t.

so after his last class of the day, he took out his phone and typed out three different versions of “hey,” but deleted them all. then he typed out:

“what time works for you?”

short. safe. not overly eager… he hoped.

when you replied a minute later with:

“come over around 7?”

—his stomach flipped.

seven.

so late, megumi thought, staring blankly at the time on his phone.

maybe… maybe this wasn’t about studying. maybe yuji was right.

the thought made his heart pound in his ears.

its not that he’d mind. god, no. he’d love another night with you—to touch you, to pull those pretty sounds from your lips again, to make you fall apart underneath him.

but the idea of it actually happening again? terrifying.

what if he wasn’t as good this time? what if, without the haze of alcohol dulling his nerves, he froze under the pressure? what if his brain short-circuited the moment you touched him and he completely forgot how to function?

oh god. what if he couldn’t make you come?

last time—it had been perfect. effortless and electric. but what if it only felt that way because of the drinks? because of the spontaneity? what if you were expecting that same heat again and all he could give you now was awkward silence and shaky hands?

megumi ran a hand through his hair for the hundredth time.

get it together, he told himself.

but the fear lingered, clinging to his ribs like static.

then, his phone buzzed.

you had dropped a pin to your location.

simple. innocent. but it might as well have been a starting gun to his racing heart.

he stared at the screen for a second too long before locking it, shoving the device into his pocket like it burned.

this was happening.

with a shaky breath, he pulled his hoodie over his head, and stepped out into the hall—anxious, uncertain, and already halfway lost in the thought of you.

[socksdoeswrites]

hii i love ur work!!! can i request megumi x curly haired reader???

an: aw shucks:)) thank you !! im glad you enjoy reading my stuff:) im sorry it took me so long to get to this! im gonna try and start posting more frequently. butttt, here you go!!

parings: megumi fushiguro x female!reader.

tags/warnings: established relationship, megs being a sweetie pie, reader with out of control hair, aged up characters.

enjoy!

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[livinghostly]

miss me if you want to — megumi fushiguro x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fushiguro,” yuji whined. 

“go.” 

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

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

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

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

“megumi?”

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

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

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

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

“i asked you first.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. always so combative.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fushiguro?!”

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

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

megumi’s eye twitched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you smiled and offered a finger wave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the roof of the highschool peaked over the trees ahead. 

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

“i’m sure i could find a reason to.”

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

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

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

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

he smirked. “i will.”

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

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

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

you smiled. “i think i’ll be okay.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bonus 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gumii-bearr]

you don’t know what time it is when there’s a knock on your door. you stir from sleep, thinking you dreamed it until you hear it again.

it’s still dark out, the only light in your dorm room coming from the streetlight outside filtering through your curtains.

you don’t expect to see megumi at your door at this hour, he looks tired, his hair a little more disheveled than usual and his eyes are darker, bags sitting under his eyes. megumi doesn’t sleep very well, he hasn’t been sleeping very well.

you don’t say anything, you don’t need to.

you reach up to cup his cheek, his face is warm and he leans into your soft touch. you watch as he closes his eyes, relaxing into your gentleness.

your hand reaches for his, his hands are cold but you don’t mind. you hold his hand, gently tugging him into your room because you know he won’t do it on his own.

you guide him to your bed, crawling into your plush nest of blankets and pillows. you pull the covers aside for him, your hand still holding his.

megumi is a little too big for your bed, but you don’t mind.

you pull the blankets over his shoulders and move some of his hair out of his face. he looks so exhausted and you know his mental exhaustion is starting to manifest as physical exhaustion.

he pushes himself too hard, you remind him all the time, and he knows. there’s no need for you to remind him again.

the tiredness in his eyes says it all.

you run your fingers through his hair across his temple, his eyes blink slowly and you feel his frame sink deeper into the comfort of your bed.

it’s warm and it smells like you.

“thank you” his voice is quiet and a little coarse.

“s’okay” your voice is barely above a whisper, you don’t want to startle him, not when he’s melting into the warmth and finally closing his eyes.

you wait until you hear his breathing even out, until his lips part and soft breaths fall from his chapped lips. you watch his chest rise and fall, feeling it against your hand.

you never rest until you know he is.

because you know him.

and you know megumi never rests unless you’re there.

[fushigurokogane]

"𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩"

megumi fushiguro x reader

The morning sunlight slips through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the room. You feel the weight of the blanket cocooning you and, more importantly, the steady warmth of Megumi lying beside you.

His arm is draped loosely around your waist, and his breath brushes your shoulder in a slow, peaceful rhythm. You shift a little, careful not to wake him—but of course, he notices.

“You’re awake?” he murmurs, voice low and sleepy.

“Just barely,” you reply, your voice just as soft.

Megumi blinks slowly, dark hair messy and falling across his forehead. He doesn't say much—he never really needs to—but the way his thumb starts gently tracing circles against your side says everything. He’s content. He's happy you're there.

You press a kiss to his jaw, just because it feels like the right thing to do. He turns his head, letting your lips brush his skin before pulling you in closer.

“I like this,” he mumbles. “Just you. Just quiet.”

You smile, burying your face into his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Me too.”

There’s no need for big gestures with Megumi—his love is in the small moments. The soft looks. The protective touches. The way he lets the world slow down when he's with you.

And in that quiet morning, wrapped in his arms, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[yukioos]

hii! can I request a fic where the reader gets a few appearance changes (braces and a new hair color) but Megumi didn’t know until after the fact.

megumi seeing reader after they heavily changed their appearance

you stood with nobara outside your dorms, leaning against one of the walls as she laughed, twirling your hair in her hand. she complimented you, knowing your new hair color made you look ten times more attractive, not that you weren’t already. she was also the first student to notice you had gotten braces, and the bands were in an adorable color as well.

she asked with tired eyes, “has megumi noticed the changes yet?” and held a hand on her hip, tilting her head.

you laughed, “no, he hasn’t. i haven’t seen him around in a while, actually, i wanna see him today though. i don’t know if he knows i got my hair dyed.”

megumi, did in fact, not know you even changed your appearance. when he walked over to the dormitory area, expecting to see you, he saw nobara and someone else standing and leaning against the doorframe. was there a new student? no, surely gojo would tell him there were no students. if there were, then everyone in the school would know.

but then the mystery student turned around and smiled. it was you, the one he’d been searching for for days. he kept a straight face, trying to conceal his blush, as you looked beautiful. your new hair color looked amazing, and the braces shined, making your smile look even more attractive.

he observed, “you got braces and dyed your hair.” then slightly smiled at you, trying to get a better look at your newly colored hair.

“yeah,” your eyes squinted as you smiled, “sorry i didn’t tell you about it, i wanted it to be a surprise!”

megumi nodded as nobara gave him a thumbs up, causing him to roll his eyes. he spoke, “don’t apologize for it,” he paused, feeling a bit embarrassed, “you look great, y/n.”

you blushed, and he blushed as well, and you murmured, “thanks megs,”

soon, the two of you retreated to his room, and your head lay on his chest. megumi silently played with your hair for the whole night

so sorry that this was short!

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended

"gumi... come back to bed, please?" your voice drawls out.

it was 1:05 am and you'd just woken up to find that your boyfriend was still awake, fixated on nothing but the computer in front of him.

just a couple hours ago, megumi excused himself from bed to go work on his missing school assignments. you let him be, lazing around on his bed without realizing you were slowly falling asleep. he, of course had noticed, and took the initiative to make sure you laid comfortably on his bed before returning to his chair.

"i will," megumi responds, moving to comb his fingers through your hair. "i just need to complete this one and then i'll lay with you."

"but that's what you said hours ago," you propped yourself up on your elbows. "you shouldn't stay up too late, it's really bad for your skin."

he rolls his eyes and chuckles. "sometimes assignments take more than one hour, you know."

you sigh once more and with nothing else to say, you decide to scan his face. lit under the warm lamp light, his eyes and lips were highlighted in such a way that made him even more beautiful.

even so late at night, megumi still had a way of charming you.

"how many pages do you have left?" you asked, another desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"around 3 i'd say. four if i decide to overexplain." megumi stretches, groaning out when his back pops.

"then just finish it in the afternoon when you have more energy. come on, it's too late to be focusing on this."

he turns his chair to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. was he tired? annoyed? on the verge of ending it all? you didn't know. all you wanted was for him to return back in your arms.

megumi licks his lips in thought, "it's only three pages, [name]. you can go to sleep if you get tired, i'll join you after."

you sigh again, flopping onto your back. "fine. but when you're done, don't bother sleeping next to me-"

"what?"

"-you're sleeping on the floor," you announce.

he stares at you dumfounded.

"excuse me?" now megumi's genuinely confused. just a second ago, you were begging for him to lay next to you, and now he just got demoted to floor-sleeper. in his own room.

"you got a problem?" you turn to your side to look at him. "you can sleep on the couch if you prefer that more."

megumi deadpans. "are you being serious right now? look- sweets. just let me do this really quick and i'll be there."

you yawn, "it's now or never, gumi. i'm gonna fall asleep any second, so make your choice now."

you turn to face away from him, hiding the growing smirk you had on. it gets bigger when you hear him sigh, followed by the sound of the chair rolling away.

the bed behind you dips down as he makes himself comfortable next to you. his arms wrap around you, and you turn once again to bury your face in his chest. he holds you against him tighter, breathing in the scent of your cologne.

you chuckle and twirl his hair around your fingers, "i knew you'd fold."

megumi grumbles. "it was either this or back pain, don't think too much of it."

[ohmy-gojo]

"you're so beautiful.." you sigh dreamily, resting your head on the desk

megumi furrows his brows at you, flicking your forehead, gently of course. "im teaching you physics here, and you are flirting with me?" there was a distinct blush present in his cheeks

"i cant help it," you pouted. brushing your fingers at his blushing cheek, "besides its not just flirting, its true! youre really beautiful!"

he scoffed "id beg to differ,"

if he had to describe himself, he would choose practical, or something similar. but beautiful? thats not a word he would ever choose for himself. that suits you perfectly

"if only you saw yourself from my eyes.."

he averted his eyes, "youre just wasting time instead of studying,"

"nuh uh," you protest, scooting closer to him "you have to understand how gorgeous you are! like these eyes," you point to them "theyre the prettiest shade of blue, blue like– like an ocean," you nod wistfully "an ocean i want to dive into."

he rolled said eyes "okay shakespeare."

you ignore him and continue your speech "also your lashes," this time youre irked "how are your lashes longer than mine?? isnt that unfair? as well as the perfect skin when you literally apply only soap," you furrow your brows "youre clearly god's favorite!"

he huffed, "the secret to clear skin is not being a dummy,"

"also," you rest your head in his shoulder, brushing your fingers over his lips "i love your lips too, a lot. wish i could kiss them all day."

at this, megumis cheeks darkened. "shut up now. i get it alright?"

you smiled and take a seat on his lap, peppering his face with kisses. he just sighs and accepts his fate, holding you in his arms. he likes to act tuff and pretend that he's forced to accept your affection but you both know the reality is far from it.

"are you done?" he grumbles "i have yet to teach you quantum."

"nooo!"

note : this was one of my first works ever, this made me cringe but decided to clear these drafts ¯���\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[retiredteabag]

You leave them a fully prepared meal

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: You’re coming home late and let them know you left them some food, they’re expecting leftovers but you made them a full meal.

my smau masterlists one and two

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[hioriri]

megumi kissing you when you just applied lip gloss ✩

you just finished applying some lip gloss, preparing to go out on a date with megumi.

megumi walked over to you, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

"you look pretty," he smiled softly "actually, you always look pretty."

"thank you, gumi" on the inside, you're super happy. "can i have another kiss?"

megumi got closer, gently kissing you on the lips. his eyes slightly widened a little, realizing that he got some gloss on his lips now.

"??" he seemed puzzled. you couldn't seem to hold back your laughter at his confused expression.

now, his lips are tinted in a shade of very light, translucent pink, and a thin, sheer layer of gloss.

but, did he really care? no.

"can i get a kiss?" megumi asked

you giggled. "come here silly."

©hioriri / please do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!

[emmyrosee]

gn but make it ✨lipgloss✨

Your lipgloss smells like dessert.

There’s a certain sweetness to the formula that makes the product smell like cake, with a hint of lemon sugar and frosting, and it makes you want to lick your lips often from the way it smells under your nose.

You find yourself often licking the product clean from your pout, only to apply more a few minutes later while you subconsciously lap up the shine tinting your lips.

Getting ready to go out now, you still find yourself snacking on the lipgloss

“I like that shade,” Megumi says, running a palm through his hair. “Compliments your undertone.”

You snort, “thanks Romeo.” You cap the lipgloss off and find yourself soon there after licking your lips, you hum and open it again and move to apply some more. “Who’s teaching you about undertones? Who’s telling you these things?”

He rolls his eyes, “I pay attention when you talk, you know. I don’t tune you out.”

“Fair,” you giggle. You find yourself licking your lips again, and he quirks a brow.

“You hungry or something?”

“No, it’s just…” You extend the tube out to him, starting to twist off the cap, “here, smell my lipgloss,” You say, furrowing your brows.

There’s not a god watching over you that could’ve prepared you for Megumi to lean down so close to your face, and take a whiff in.

He leans down to sniff your lips.

Your cut off by the action of the Fushiguro Megumi leaning down to sniff the plushness of your lips, the heat of his face bouncing back to yours, before pulling back with a shrug, “smells like lemon loaf.”

“…”

“What?” He asks.

“You just. Like. Sniffed my lips?” You begin, not able to fight the smirk off your face. “Like. No hesitation? No thought?”

“You told me to smell your lipgloss,” he defends, but he does smile softly at his own actions. “I was just being an obedient boyfriend.”

This causes you to laugh at his continued nonchalance, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest, “you’re stupid.”

“You’re stupid,” he says back, wrapping his own arms around you. You squeeze him softly before looking back up at him, only ducking away when he makes a move to playfully pinch your lip. “It is a pretty gloss though.”

“Yeah,” you agree. Then, you grin and wiggle your eyebrows, “wanna taste it?”

“You’re feral,” he sighs, but when you pucker your lips out to kiss, he leans down and gives you one happily, a large hand coming up to gently grip your chin and hold you steady. The act has you mewling softly against him, arms tossing around his neck.

When he moves to pull away, you trail the kisses down his chin and neck, leaving sheen kiss marks in your wake. You hear him hum, “does taste like lemon loaf.”

“RIGHT?!”

[feitanii-ll]

“ GUMI’S HOME!! “.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 …

✮ pairing: gojo satoru x reader (romantically). and megumi fushiguro x reader (platonically)

✮ synopsis: in which,, megumi comes to the realization over the years that he in fact does have a family. Or, raising megumi w satoru.

✮ contains: heavyyy flufff, long-term relationship w gojo, young megumi growing up :(, reader and gojo are the same age and get marrieddd. NOT LORE ACCURATE (kinda). ONLY SLIGHT SEASON TWO SPOILERS. crack-fix type dialogue. Megumi and Satoru scuffle. Not a lot of reader until the end. Uhhh, slight cursing. Centered around megumi’s POV!!

September, 2007

Upon first meeting Satoru Gojo, Megumi could confirm (with much confidence) that the man was truly an odd ball.

Like a snake, he slithered his way in with that cocky attitude. A stupid, smug grin and a bravado that made the little boy cringe. Crouching down before him to try and get on his level. Just who the hell did he think he was?

“You’re… fushiguro’s kid, yes? Man, you look just like him. It’s almost uncanny.” the silver haired male gets too close for comfort, thoroughly observing the boy as he mentally points out the similarities between him and his father. “It’s a shame you zen’ins are a bunch of deadbeats—“

“Do you, like, need something–?“ megumi butts in, voice sounding irritated in a way that says he ready to ditch this conversation completely, but curious as to what the hell he could possibly want from him. And just what the hell did “his” clan have to do with him? As if they even knew he existed.

“Well, yeah, actually. Fushiguro is—“

“—something Important.” He emphasizes just before he could finish his sentence.

“Just, about your dad— we aren’t on the best of terms. I ki—“

“Don’t care,” the ravenette huffs, and the sorcerer is surprised at just how much emotion is in such a tiny body. Or, lack there of.

“You.. don’t care?” The male pouts, hands dropping to his sides.

“Haven’t seen him in years. Nor do I remember his face, or what the hell he has going on. Why would I?”

Satoru’s lips purse, and his eyebrows raise in shocked amusement.

“Really. I’ll admit, I’m a little baffled,” he cackles in a way that has the boy frowning in disgust. “You’re stronger than I thought, then. Both physically, and mentally. I’m sure you see that within yourself, too, don’t you, Megumi?”

Megumi stares blankly, and the older boy takes it as a silent agreement.

“Well then! I guess I don’t have anything to say, after all.” With a slap to his knees, satoru stands up from his crouched position, his height shading the smaller boy from the sun. Megumi can now truly see him— the silvery stands of hair, pale skin, and though protected by the expensive branded sunglasses adorning his face, the uncanny, borderline disturbing radiant color of his eyes.

A blue too vibrant to look away from. It was far from comforting, really.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Megumi!” Satoru laughs, and because he has no damn sense of decorum, ruffles megumi’s hair, much to his dismay. “You stay outta trouble, ya hear?” He beams, a huge contrast to the disturbing news he was just about to break to the kid.

“Uh huh,” he hums, watching as he steps off. When out of sight, he scoffs.

“What a dummy..”

He doesn’t leave the area until the voice of his sister beckoning him over rings out through the alley from atop of the balcony. He takes a good look at where the sorcerer just was before slowly feuding his way back home, backpack straps clenched within his tiny fists.

──────

For a boy his age, Megumi is, for the most part, an emotionally intelligent, levelheaded kid. Other than a short temper, he’s always been good at simply ignoring the things that tick him off for the sake of his sanity.

But this? A grown man screaming out in the middle of a crowded street in front of a billion strangers? A very noticeably grown man, and a very obvious frightened looking child as the lanky weirdo sprints towards him, ignoring the cries and disgruntled curses of disagreement from the innocent people in which he shoves.

“Megumiiiii! Megumiii—!”

“Oh, no… no no no no no,” Megumi’s eyes widen, shaking his head to himself while simultaneously backing away slowly.

The calls of his name grow closer, and just as he turns on his heel to book it out of there, he’s tugged by the book-bag by an unnecessarily strong grip, and pulled backwards.

“Megumi, there ya are!”

A yelp escapes the boy as he’s lifted into the air, kicking his feet as he’s held like nothing, hanging by the armpits of his bag.

“Don’t ya know it’s dangerous to be walking home on your own like this? You could get kidnapped. Or worse, what if you get squished by car!?” Satoru gasps dramatically, arm extended out in front of him as he angles his hand so that the boy is facing him.

“Nothing—“ Megumi grunts, small feet kicking at the man’s torso to no avail, “is worse than this!”

“You make me sound like a monster.” Satoru whines in faux sadness.

“You might as well be!” By this time, the other patrons seem to dismiss the little scuffle as just a boy throwing a tantrum. For the most part, they aren’t wrong.

“Come on, I just wanted to check in on ya!”

“I’ll scream.” The boy deadpans, tiny fists shaking my his sides.

Satoru, pauses, the cocky smile on his face dropping slightly as a small bead of nervous sweat trickles down his temple.

“You won’t—“

“HELP! I DONT KNOW THIS MA— umpfff”

Satorus eyes widen as he clamps a large, sweaty hand over megumi’s mouth.

“Shhhhh shhh, alright, damn, kid!” He sets the boy back down on the floor, but still keeps his mouth clamped as he crouches down to his level. After touching down, Megumi goes quiet, but his silent rage is loud and clear as he glares and crosses his arms.

“Listen, I’ll make it up to ya with a an ice cream cone, huh? How ‘bout that? Actually, whatever dessert ya want, it’s yours! How’s that sound??” He questions desperately. After a beat, the boy nods, making the older man sigh in relief.

“Alright… now I’m gonna let ya go— fuck!”

With a gasp, Satoru pulls his hand back and clutches it to his chest. He glances down at his hand to see a curved row of lines engraved between his index and thumb, and he looks back up to see Megumi, spitting onto the pavement dramatically and wiping at his mouth as if he’d just consumed the worst thing imaginable.

After looking between him and the kid for a little bit out of pure disbelief, Satoru scoffs, “You little shit, you bit me!”

“You kidnapped me!” Megumi rebuttals, whipping around as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.

“I was having a conversation with you,” the sorcerer stands to his full height, cradling his hand as he rubs the stinging spot with pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows. “You’re just like your father!”

“Shut up, crazy! I wanna go where you wanna take me so that we can get this over with. I need to get back home. I’ve got homework—“

“After you bit me? Hell no—!”

“I’ll tell the cops!” Megumi points and accusatory finger, and Satoru is genuinely shocked at just how… difficult he was.

“Fine! C’mon..” he mumbles, now sulking as he basically lets the boy lead him to whatever dessert shop he desired.

For the first time, Satoru felt… defeated. Beat by a child, no less.

──────

That same day, Satoru finds out that megumi’s favorite dessert is mochi ice cream. At least, it’s what he can assume after being demanded to order 10 pieces, all various flavors, before eating them before the frost can even melt.

The duo sit in a red-leathered booth within a quiet dessert shop. The golden rays of sun spill through the large window pane, painting the walls and floors of the shop a rich shade of orange. The sunset meaning that he’d soon have to be taking Megumi home. Within this time, the two take the time to learn about one another. Satoru is surprised when Megumi actually seems interested and asks questions! Albeit, very rudely.

“So, are you like… homeless?”

“Nope!” Satoru purses his lips,

“Then why are you always around on the street?”

“Maybe I just like going outside?” His silver brows dip down in annoyance.

“Don’t you have friends?”

“Yes.”

“That didn’t sound convincing.”

“I do!” He shouts, to which the boy stares blankly.

“… I do” Satoru persists

“I don’t know why you’re still trying to convince me.” Megumi shrugs.

“Because—!”

The light bickering continues to flow through the area, though to Megumi, it’s honestly the most amusement he’s had in what seemed like a while. Long over due.

“There’s my best friends Suguru, and Shoko— I’m like, super cool with all my teachers,” The man lists off with his fingers, looking away in thought.

“And most of all, my amazing, beautiful girlfriend!”

“Oh—“ a shaky chuckle rings out between them. Escaping megumi’s lips.

Satoru whips his head towards the boy, not knowing whether to be shocked or offended at the blatant laugh at his statement. On one hand, he’s happy he finally got to break that tough exterior of the little man. On the other, he doesn’t believe he’s got a partner. Doesn’t believe he’s got you.

“Something funny?” Satoru grins, crossing his arms and leaning back against the seat.

“There’s no way you have a girlfriend,” Megumi mumbles, shoving the last piece of mochi into his chubby cheeks. “Who the hell would date you?”

“Her, thank you very much!” He sits up, pouting. “And I sure do have a girlfriend. Soon to be wife, actually!”

“How muush ju pay ‘er?” The boy mumbles with a full mouth, still not believing a word he says.

“Nothing!” He gasps, offended. “I’ll have you know, her and I are very much in love. I’m sure you’ll meet her one day.” He huffs, confident.

Megumi shrugs, swallowing and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. A bad habit, Satoru notices.

“Whatever. Can we leave, now?”

“Sure,” Satoru goes to move, but pauses. “Aht aht, wait. Before I forgettt,” he rummages through his pockets before slipping out a pen and swiping a napkin from the holder before scribbling something down.

“Boom! That’s my number, and home address. In case of emergency.” He slides the napkin across the table. And though Megumi silently judges the sloppy writing, he simply sighs and pockets it.

“Sure, thanks.” He mumbles, and the two slip out the the booth, Satoru ruffling his hair just as they walk out the shop.

Satoru was.. weird. But he wasn’t bad. Megumi glanced up to Satoru, who looks as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as he he walks the boy home. Lost in his own stupid world. What was the end goal here? To be a babysitter? An older brother?

‘And the stupid address. Like I’d ever need that stupid thing.’ He thinks to himself

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2 days after

Right now, Megumi hates that the world is seemingly out to test his already thin patience. Of all of the beautifully sunny days this week, this had to be the one day in which it’s pouring raining.

And the weather wouldn’t usually bother the boy, if when he had gotten home, he had actually felt his home key in his pockets. He pats his shorts frantically, eyes widening when he can’t seem to locate them. His frustration grows as the weather grows heavier, rain pouring just slightly harder.

“Don’t tell me…” he groan to himself, simultaneously pounding in the front door with one hand as the other searches for his keys.

“Tsumiki!” He shouts, but to no avail. “Hell… I forgot she’s out the house.”

Feeling hopeless, Megumi slips his hands into his pocket and kicks at a rock, groaning. Only then does he feel… something, in his pocket. He furrows his brow, pulling out the item and pausing.

The napkin.

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Everything in megumi’s being is dreading knocking on this damn door. A fairly large, but simple house with a wooden patio. It’s kind of.. out of the way, which he finds surprising, knowing how dramatic the male is.

He sighs, double- checking the napkin again before sighing. He wipes his wet face, now sheltered from the pouring rain as he stand in the patio. With a hesitant hand, he knocks three times.

He almost thinks he didn’t knock loud enough as there wasn’t any sign of movement for a while, until he sees the light just to the side of him turn on through the window. Then, the soft padding of footsteps. A pause. And then suddenly, the door creaks open.

And before he can be displeased by the face of Satoru Gojo, his annoyance disappears when the sight of a woman appears instead. Confused, shocked, and curious as to what he’s probably doing here.

“Oh… sorry. Must have the wrong house.”

The lady stares at him with pinched brows, as if trying to put pieces together as to who he was. He pushes his lips into a thin line and begins to turn on his foot before the voice cuts him off.

“Are.. are you Megumi?” The woman asks, as the boy turns, surprised. How..?

“Uhm, yeah—“

To his shock, the lady straightens up, in an odd excitement. “Oh my goodness! Megumi! Come come, it’s pouring out here! What are you doing out here in this weather? Honey—!”

He watches as you turn your head over your shoulder and call out for… for your husband? Boyfriend? Wife? He didn’t know.. his brain was trying to piece together where all this excitement was coming from from this stranger. And… if this was Gojo’s home, then—

As if on cue, there’s a heavier thumping from behind the woman. He watches as she smiles, but Megumi’s expression is the exact opposite as the face of that… monster, pops up over the woman’s shoulder.

Immediately, Satorus face is etched with excitement, and he smiles.

“Megumi!? Whatcha doing here, kid? Come inside!” He chuckles, and as if he’s in auto pilot, tiny feet shuffle their way through the door. He can’t even take in the beautifully places decor. The house plants, the smell of fresh clothes and lemon. The in-taste furniture— no way this was his home.

“You.. you live here..?”

He glances between Satoru and the woman, and drops his mouth in shock when he approaches her, wrapping his arms around her middle and pressing a kind kiss to her cheek, to which he smile. Grins, actually.

“We, live here, actually.”

Megumi doesn’t like that tone…

“Is this..?”

“Megumi, this is y/n. My girlfriend of three years.”

You laugh at the shock on the kids face, shaking your head. “Hopefully he hasn’t been giving you any trouble, Megumi. I only knew you from how much he talks about you, it’s good to finally meet you. Will you be staying?”

For the first time, Megumi felt defeated. And as he looks at Satoru a stupid, smug face— he begrudging responds to your kind offer.

“Yes… please, if you don’t mind.”

[gumii-bearr]

thinking about the first time megumi calls you a pet name.

you’d been dating for a while, a few months at that point, but he was always reluctant to use a pet name for you.

he preferred to call you by your name or the nickname everyone gives you.

but maybe it’s yuji that changes his mind.

“wait— fushiguro, you don’t call her baby? or sweetie? pookie maybe?? just y/n?”

“…that’s her name.”

but the thought lingers for weeks and he starts thinking about all the things that you call him.

“hey, gumi!”

“hi, baby,” before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“oh my god, gumi you have to see this!”

“thank you, sweet boy—“

since when did you start giving him pet names? perhaps it’s because it sounds so natural coming from you. you say cute pet names with such confidence behind them that he barely registers that you’re the only one who calls him those things.

there are a few failed attempts where the cute pet name he totally didn’t spend hours thinking about in his dorm last night, gets stuck in his throat and he just ends up hiding his red face in the collar of his jacket.

pet names don’t come naturally to megumi. before he met you, he thought pet names were sort of cringey and lame, that they sounded stupid.

but he feels so fuzzy when you say them, your smile bright and beaming, your sparkly eyes making him weak at the knees and the adorable pet name sending a jab right through his chest.

so there’s a second attempt.

and a third,

and a fourth,

before he gets it out without stuttering over his words and wishing the floor would swallow him whole because you didn’t hear him or it came out as a choked cough rather than an actual word—

“hi baby! i picked us up some pizza… i thought we could catch up on our watch list tonight.”

and megumi gulps back the lump in his throat, clammy hands clutching the material of his sweats—

“sounds good… babe.”

and you pause, a smile beaming across your face and you slowly turn to him.

“what was that—?”

“nothing.”

“no, what did you call me?”

“forget it.”

“wait, don’t be embarrassed, gumi!”

“too late, i’m going to ask shoko for her strongest shit so i can forget what just happened—“

and you giggle, tugging on his sleeve as he attempts to writhe away from you on the bed, pressing his face into the nearest pillow as you clamber over him with a cheeky smile.

“did you call me a pet name mr. fushiguro?”

“and i’ll regret it til i die.”

“oh, boo.”

safe to say he tends to stick with calling you your name or your offical nickname, but there are some rarer occasions where it slips out.

like when he’s unbelievably tired and sore from a day of sparring and missions, and he sneaks into your dorm and crawls into bed with you.

“long day, hm?”

“mm, i feel better now though.”

and you stroke his hair, “get some sleep then, ‘kay?”

“mhm… thank you, baby.”

and you just smile against his hair, he doesn’t realise what he’s said and it’s better that way, because it makes it a little more special.

[dr4kenlvr]

jjk men + types of kisses

feat. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, ino takuma, choso, noritoshi kamo - fluff

nana's note. thinking about ino and noritoshi a lot ... :( just wanna hold them and kiss them pls gege help a girl out

yuji love love loves cheek kisses. when he walks past you—but doesn't have the chance to stop and talk—he'll place a warm palm on one cheek and smooch a quick pouty kiss to your other. "catch you later, babe!" he calls out as he runs after fushiguro. it always leave you flushed, especially if you're with your friends AHH. yuji expects requited kisses in return as well, and glady accepts them whenever you're willing. he's so cute; leaning on his elbows on the desk, palms propped beneath his chin as he patiently blinks up at you. or rather, expectently. and when you finally kiss him, his eyes sparkle. "my day is going so much better already!"

megumi goes for the modest temple kiss. the kind that he can plant on you anytime without drawing too much attention. approaches this super meticulously so he doesn't fuck up and have nobara or yuji start hollering at you two. he'll grab you with an arm either by your waist or your shoulders and pull you into him before kissing your temple softly and letting go. does this alll the time—for comfort, when he's missed you, when he knows you've missed him. megumi'll smile down at you gently before he moves on with his day, you tagging along behind him.

ino HAS to kiss you on the lips, or it's not a kiss to him (jk he loves kissing every part of you but lips top it all). he's lowkey so sensual with it too like WHATTTT ino???? (im giggling). nimble fingers fleeting up your neck while he pulls you in with his other palm, flat against the small of your back. LOVES it when you lift just the bottom of his mask up cause feels like a superhero BAHAHA. specifically, spider-man for obvious reasons—and you bet he has attempted to do the spider-man kiss with you multiple times (many ending with him landing flat on his face or ass).

choso, dare i give myself the mental image—is a knuckles kisser. hear me OUT, this man is so over his heels in love with you. literally worshipping the ground you step on. but you told him he can’t kiss your feet so he opts to kiss your hands, specifically each of your knuckles. his lips brush over the bone so fleetingly, it’s like he never did it. but his thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand and your face flushes every time you look down at him. his eyes are closed and his bangs sweep over his face perfectly. god, you love your handsome man.

noritoshi (i’m giggling as i type this next part) likes to kiss your shoulders. (someone HELP me i am going INSANE.) only ever does it in the privacy of your guy’s rooms. you will NOT catch him kissing you anywhere else. but it’s kinda hot—private, not secret you know? plus, he makes up for the lack of public affection because the private affection goes so hard. i’m talking noritoshi slowly removing your top, revealing in the way your skin glows when you’re with him. his lips pepper light kisses down your shoulder, making sure to pay extra attention to that spot near the juncture of your neck.

[reverie-starlight]

megumi loves…

a collection of things megumi loves about you.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. so sweet it’ll make your teeth rot tbh. he won the poll so here’s the fic as promised!! literally wrote this on the bus and train rides this morning after having this planned for weeks. I literally love him sm he is everything to me <3

megumi loves when you play with his hair. the feel of your nails running along his scalp, playing with the nape of his neck- it’s calming. you do it most often when you’re both in his bed, cuddling after a mission or a long day of training. he’ll flop down on top of you, plant his head on your chest and sigh. he waits for you to do something, drawing the sweetest sound he’s ever heard from your lips (a laugh) as he glares up at you when you don’t move your hands. you’ll mumble out a soft “aw I’m sorry, baby,” before giving him exactly what he wants. he’ll press tender kisses to any patch of skin he can reach in thanks. you’d never make him ask twice because you know he truly appreciates this time spent with you and you’d never want him to shy away from you. you’re each other’s safe space after all, who would you be to deny him?

sometimes you’ll do it in public, too, but far less often. these are the times that you just can’t hold back- he’s so cute, why would you? he grumbles about it a bit, especially if you’re around people you know (he’s shy, after all), but can he really complain when you look at him so softly as you play with his dark locks? he’ll endure the teasing and reassure you that he’s fine with it if you start to pull away.

megumi loves running his fingers along your facial features. over the bridge of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, tracing your lips… he just loves your facial structure. it sounds like an odd compliment to give someone, especially if it’s the first compliment you give someone (and in his case, it was the first compliment he managed to stutter out after you offhandedly called him pretty when you were in the transition stage from friends to lovers), but he’s thankful that you seem to find it sweet.

he loves your face when you’re awake, so full of life and excitement that he can’t help but match when you’re both alone in the comfort of each other. the pretty smiles you’ll give him make his heart pump just a bit faster, the lovesick in your eyes after he kisses you… he wouldn’t trade it for the world. he’d do anything to keep you happy.

he loves your face when you’re asleep, too. especially after you’ve had a rough day. you look so serene and peaceful. even if you do drool or think you’re less than flattering, he always thinks you’re the most stunning thing ever. he loves when you scrunch your nose in your sleep, and he always places a hand on your cheek to smooth it out. he adores the look on your face as you slowly wake up and blink at him before cuddling into him further and sighing as you fall back asleep.

megumi loves when you get a bit clingy. everyone is a bit surprised when they see how all over each other the two of you can be (at least, as much as he is willing to show in public- which isn’t much, but for everyone else it’s huge) he loves it when you can’t help but wrap your arms around him because you missed him (you probably saw him less than an hour ago).

he adores the way you refuse to let him get out of bed on weekends, insisting that you need your fix of “never-ending affection” from him before can start his day. and he loves giving it to you. he’ll start with peppering quick kisses all over your face, smiling against your skin when you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, not at all tempted to squirm away, but rather to pull him in for more.

he’ll be convinced to lay with you for a bit longer, of course, and do it without complaining. because at the end of the day, he loves to feel needed by you. he likes having you close to him more than he hates getting teased by his friends and gojo for being all soft.

believe it or not, he enjoys it when you initiate play fights with him. neither of you go all out- you do that enough on missions- so it’s just the two of you rolling around in bed, laughing and pinning the other down. he’ll pick you up and throw you back down, he’ll summon his demon dog to jump all over you so he can have the upper hand, just to keep you smiling. he knows physical affection is important to you, so why would he deny you of that? he never wants to make you feel like you’re not getting what you need from him.

megumi loves when you tease him. this surprises even him to this day, because he doesn’t like the feeling of getting worked up at all. but his working theory is that he enjoys the intimacy of it. you don’t tease him about every little thing, you know he doesn’t like that, but you do tease him about things hyper-specific to your relationship. for example: that one time he messed up the pronunciation of that word in an argument? you never let him live it down, but you’ll also never disclose the inside joke to anyone else. you might be a nuisance on purpose, but you’re also his number one defender when it comes to anyone else teasing him.

you also like to fluster him. poking him all over when you want attention, blowing air into his face when he leans in to kiss you… it’s all so fun for you. you’ll get close enough to his face to make him blush, you’ll tease that spot on the back of his neck that he’s never told anyone but you about, and he hates how easily you get to him, but he’ll tolerate it because he knows you’re just as easy to fluster as he is.

he loves to tease you back. as soon as you’re back in your room after a full day of not letting up on him, he’s got his arms wrapped around you, and he’s walking you backwards until your laying on the bed, staring up at him wearily… and then you’re screaming because his skilled hands are all over your sides, your ribs and your hips. and once you’re spent, he’ll lean in close to your ear and whisper his own teasing remarks (normally compliments he knows you’d have trouble accepting otherwise) to get you whining and mumbling out laughter-filled apologies he won’t be accepting any time soon.

yeah, megumi just loves you.

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hope you enjoyed!!! it’s a different format from my other fics so lmk if you’d want this with any other characters!!