#Yuuji is just trying to be a good wingman uwu

[adelheidvonschicksal]

✣ Star Signs {Megumi x F!Reader} ✣

Notes: Based on 156 a bit, but no spoilers present

CW: Fluff, Astrology talk, none otherwise

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x F!Reader

Megumi knew he’d regret it when he finally invited Nobara and Yuuji to spend time together in his room. The him of this morning thought it would be nice if he could open up even a little to his friends, starting with the simple thing of letting them in his most personal space. Megumi hates the him of this morning.

He sits on the bed while the two of them keep poking around in places better not bothered. It’s not that he had anything to hide but it is making him antsy to have people in constant motion around him.

Nobara is skimming her hand over his bookshelf while Yuuji is trying to convince him to add some flair to his room in the form of a pinup poster, which Megumi has to repeat to him countless times he doesn’t need something like that hanging up in his room.

Nobara meanwhile finds a small section of his shelf filled with varying books on the constellations and star signs. “Wow, Fushiguro, I never really took you for an astronomy kind of guy,” she says, picking out and flashing a book with Ancient Skies written in big text at the top and Greek mythology of constellations at the bottom.

“Really?” Yuuji says, “I thought only girls were into that type of stuff.”

“I’m not really into it personally,” Fushiguro states plainly. “I was saving it to give to my sister for her birthday since she’s the one that told me about that stuff,” he adds even if he did initially find the mythology aspects of it interesting, but he hasn’t really picked it back up since Tsumiki’s coma. It hurt too much.

“Oh, sorry to ask,” Nobara apologizes, gently placing the book back to its spot on the shelf. “I thought you might be studying to impress (Name)-chan. She’s really into astrology too. A bit too much sometimes if you ask me.”

“She is, isn’t she…” he says as if he didn’t already know most of the little nuisances about you, memorized even. Your love for astronomy actually reminded him a little of his sister. But you take it way more seriously than she ever did, which isn’t really a problem since Megumi figures your interest is harmless in the long run.

“Why would he need to impress her?” Yuuji asks, and Megumi has to pointedly stare at Itadori as he tries to pin up that damned Jennifer Lawrence poster in an attempt to show him how’d it would complement the room.

Pinching the bridge of her nose in disbelief, Nobara grunts loudly and yells at Itadori, “You idiot, he likes her. Don't seriously tell me you haven't noticed by now!”

Megumi sighs. He’s really hating himself even more right now for daring to think anything good would come of inviting them. “I don’t like her.”

“You don’t?” Yuuji asks, “Then, you dislike her.”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“So, you DO like her?”

Eye twitching, Megumi finally cracks. “Will you two get out already.”

“Well, that's definitely a yes.”

“Out.”

Itadori folds up his poster. “Alright, but do you think I can borrow one of those astrology books?”

“Take it,” Megumi says, not thinking much about the reason that Itadori would want to borrow the book except maybe his own curiosity. Fushiguro wishes he had questioned it more because within the next few days, you corner him in the mess hall with a book held out to him.

“Itadori-kun mentioned that you were really into astrology, how come you never told me? Look we even got the same copy.”

“Damn you, Itadori,” Megumi thinks as he grits his teeth. He was really going to punch that pink-haired idiot the next time they run into each other. “It isn’t like that…I really don’t know much about it, so…” he answers honestly, silently panicking as your once excited eyes dull back to normal at his confession.

“It’s okay. It’s really interesting so I can teach you if you want to know.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Megumi says as he’s not really interested in learning any more than he already does about constellations, but he is also nervous at the idea of spending time with you without having any knowledge about the subject to fill in the void between your incessant talking.

“It’ll be fun! I promise,” you say, and Megumi can’t resist the little spark of joy in your voice that you get when talking about something you’re passionate about.

“Fine then.”

“Yay, okay, so I guess we should start with the history of it,” you say, following him to one of the tables for breakfast.

You spend the rest of the time updating him on the history of astrology and the different horoscopes developed throughout the centuries. Megumi has to remember if there’s ever a trivia night that he should definitely bring you along. Jokes aside, he does think the little shine you have talking about it is too precious to interrupt even after an hour of your nonstop lecture.

“Say, Fushiguro-kun, your birthday is pretty late in the year, isn’t it? Like December,” you ask.

“December 22nd.”

“That makes you a Sagittarius! Wait, no, Capricorn,” you tell him. “You’re kind of on the cusp between the two so there’s a good chance you have traits from both signs anyway. But in my opinion, you definitely have more of a Capricorn aura out the two. Disciplined, loyal, reliable, that’s all true,” you read off, and it makes him a little flustered to hear you compliment him, “but you can be pessimistic and a little overly critical of things.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s not me. It’s your sign that determines things about you. Oh, this might be more fun, your love matches are Scorpio, Taurus, and Virgo. Your worst matches are,” you drawl, eyes quickly scanning over your book before you release a soft, “Oh.”

Noticing your pause, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” you answer, closing the book with a flustered laugh. “Sorry, I just remembered I have to report back on the assignment I finished yesterday still. We can pick back up on this later if you want,” you say, and Megumi nods. “I’ll see you later, Fushiguro-kun.”

“See ya,” he says, and you smile as you wave him off, but Fushiguro couldn’t shake the feeling that you suddenly seemed a little sad for some reason. As he sees pink hair cross his line of sight, Fushiguro saves it as something to think about later since he has a certain classmate to give a piece of his mind about intruding on his love life.

That evening, Megumi starts to seek you out again to ask if you wanted to continue your lesson on astrology with him. He still couldn’t say he was personally interested but he liked it as an excuse to spend time near you.

Fushiguro knocks on your door to ask if you’d like to talk about it some more before curfew kicks in for the night. You answer of course, and he has to hide his nervousness as you swipe over your tired eyes and pull on the edge of your pajamas with your other hand.

“Sorry, I’m not really feeling it right now,” you tell him. “Besides I know you’re not interested in silly stuff like that so don’t worry about trying to humor me. I appreciate it, but I feel bad forcing you to listen to me blabber about it.”

“It’s not-I don’t really mind hearing about it,” he says, forcing down his blush as he prays you don't ask any follow-up questions about it.

“Ah, it's just...I was beginning to think how silly all this stuff is anyway. So, it’s not really worth filling your head with extra junk.”

“Uh-huh," he responds skeptically, brows raised as you awkwardly shuffle your feet and give a nervous laugh. "Well, good night then.”

“Good night,” you reply, closing the door behind you.

Megumi isn’t sure why you’re suddenly averse to talking about astrology with him when he couldn’t get you to stop talking about it if your life depended on it before. The only thing he could think of is something it said must’ve spooked your superstition.

Megumi is sure you wouldn’t loan him the book if he asked for it now. Instead, it takes him forever to recall that you mentioned having the same copy that he did, the one he originally loaned out to Itadori.

Leaving the building, he returns to the males’ side of the dorms and ends up in front of Itadori’s door, knocking hard to wake up the other boy. Itadori opens the door, stepping back a half-step when he sees Fushiguro.

“Look I already apologized,” he immediately defends, and Fushiguro drags his hand across his face exasperatedly.

“I’m sorry about hitting you before but I really need that book back,” Megumi tells him.

“Huh, oh yeah sure,” he says, returning the large book back to him. Megumi gives a quick thanks before returning to his room to go through the pages. He’s sure around the time that you were telling him about his zodiac is when you started to get closed off about the entire subject.

Megumi turns to the page for Capricorn. He sprawls past the giant symbol of a sea-goat in the margin and flips over to find his supposed strengths and weaknesses. He takes a few seconds to skim over the subject, grimacing as he thinks that a book can’t possibly know himself better than he does when he glances over the part about Capricorns being unable to forgive. Maybe if it was a few years earlier, he’d agree.

Finally, he finds the section you were talking about. His matches being Scorpio, Taurus, and Virgo and the reasons why. Further down the page, it ranks his matches by intensifying conflict. It’s here he releases his own “oh” at what must have caused you to freak out on him and want to keep the information about his worst matches secret. If he remembers your birthday correctly then you would definitely be on the lower half of the list. Megumi keeps flipping until he finds the zodiac you fall under. Sure enough, the two of you weren’t very compatible according to the book, a relationship halfway to impossible.

Megumi knows well that you’re a bit more energetic and talkative than himself, but he thought you were a good and caring person, always asking about the others after missions and making sure they had their needs taken care of before your own. Things like that were enough that the small differences that occasionally grate between your personalities were insignificant to him.

Closing the book, it dawns on Fushiguro that if you, someone who takes this stuff so seriously, is bothered by the book saying you’re not meant to be then there was a probability, a strong probability, you have similar feelings to his own. It makes him exhale happily. He’ll really have to apologize more properly to Itadori after all.

Megumi brings the book with him the next time he heads to the classroom for lecture. Luckily, you’re already there waiting at your desk, the only other to show up on time before Nobara and Yuuji stroll in late followed by the manchild known as your teacher a good fifteen minutes later.

Fushiguro sits sideways in his desk so he can face you. You’re already scribbling in your notebook, panda pen furiously scratching against the surface. “Hey, I have a question for you,” he says causing all motion to cease.

You look up from your paper. “What is it?”

“Your birthday is in a few months, isn’t it? Almost to the day.”

You refrain from speaking, choosing to scrutinize his words instead, and Megumi guesses that you already know what he’s leading to as you timidly answer, “Yeah.”

Megumi pulls the book out of his pack and flips open to the bent spot he made to mark the more in-depth relationship page between your signs. He shows you where he clearly circled your less-than-stellar match under the various relationship categories. “So, I guess that means we’d make a pretty difficult match.”

You frown, holding your chin towards your chest as you focus on the anxious twiddling of your thumbs around each other. “I guess so.”

"You know you shouldn’t take that stuff too seriously." When he finds you’re still avoiding looking at him, he cautiously brings his hand over your desk and inches it closer to yours until he can comfortably grasp onto one of your fingers. You tense slightly but don’t make an effort to move away, which encourages him to keep going. He bashfully confesses, “It can’t really account for individuals circumstances.”

Megumi isn’t sure you’ll believe him when he says that, but he believes fully that there isn’t a book or a star that can predict his future. He’s afraid that you don’t agree as you draw your hand away until you place it back fully on top of his own. He gives a barely noticeable smile to match your wider growing one before the two of you are interrupted.

“Morn—Woah! Are you two holding hands?! I need to tell Kugisaki.”

Quickly drawing his hand away, Megumi growls. “Get out, Itadori.”

“But this is all our class.”

“Out.”