#are trying to look for anything to say that the relationship between megumi and yuji hasn't gotten deeper

[epickiya722]

"Megumi wants Yuji to be with his sister."

How? The fan translation states "walked off beside someone like you, Itadori" not "walked off beside you, Itadori". Clearly (apparently, not, my bad), Megumi was making a comparison.

If he is really trying to state something here about his sister's love life (which is weird, let's be real), he is probably trying to say he wants Tsumiki to have a partner that is a good person just as she and Yuji are.

Even with the framing, I don't think this is him imaging Tsumiki and Yuji dating. It's him imagining the most important, most cherished people in his life. Tsumiki, the only family he really has ever known and Yuji, the boy who has done everything he can to help Megumi since the day they met and forming a bond with him.

Also, when in the manga has Megumi actually been interested in looking for a partner for Tsumiki? He was trying to save her from the coma she got put in! And then later, save her from the Culling Games!

And just Megumi being Megumi, him playing matchmaker for his sister is so off!

"But what about the thing with Yuko?"

Megumi was a spectator if anything else, let's be real. It was Nobara helping Yuko out and Megumi was just there to react and answer questions.(Hell, Nobara even later got agitated at the idea of Yuji getting a partner before she does.) He brought a book with him, for crying out loud. Does that seem like someone who is trying to play matchmaker?

Him putting up a ten points sign was just another scene of him being impressed by Yuji. It was no different from when he said Yuji could beat any of them in a hand to hand fight without cursed energy involved or when he complimented straight to Yuji about how adaptable he is in a fight.

He wanted Yuji's life spared because he couldn't see another good person die. Not because "my comatose sister needs a boyfriend".

If Megumi wanted Tsumiki and Yuji to be "a couple", then how come he never bragged about how great of a person she is after Yuji (and Nobara) learned about her? How come he only told Yuji to "save him" and not "save Tsumiki" when he wanted help to save Tsumiki?

I already seeing people make the "Fushiguro wants the bloodline continued" "jokes" and honestly, ew, gross.

Maybe, it's just me, but it's feels invasive at the thought of one sibling trying to shape another sibling's love life.

Hell, even still, Megumi pushing Yuji to date his sister? He would really try to get Yuji to do that without considering how Yuji feels? For real?

It's him wishing that his sister had someone who she can also form a bond with just as he had with Yuji and for that someone to be like Yuji.

I'm actually surprised to not see those same people making the "Megumi wants Yuji and Tsumiki to date" even make a remark on Yuji saying how lonely he would be without Megumi.

Is it because you can't interpret it any other way than how much Yuji cares about Megumi? Because, didn't not too long ago people were trying to say Yuji didn't care for him? Now that the last two chapters (265 - 266) disproved that AGAIN, I feel like these people are grasping at straws to come up with anything to not admit that there are mutual feelings between Yuji and Megumi.

Same fandom were some people were making incest jokes at Megumi's expense so now he's "beating the allegations" that were never there in the first place. Huh? What?

[kuroosamuu]

megumi x reader | warnings: making out | wc: 687

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you and megumi decided to keep your relationship a secret. for reasons quite obvious to the two of you, for the current predicament you find yourselves in being one of the main ones.

with the two to of you both being students at jujutsu high, you're with each other more often than not. because of this, you two try to keep your feelings for each other at a minimum and keep anything away to the nosy people around you who would love to tease you about your relationship.

and megumi feels strongly about preventing that from ever happening.

well, that didn't last that long.

It was currently 1am, everyone was sleeping, and you were on your way to megumi's room.

you two did this often, finding the only moment of privacy with one another being in the middle of the night, where no one could interrupt the time you spend together. this was your time to be able to talk to him freely, without worrying about someone else interrupting your conversation or saying something about you two being a bit too close.

so, when you arrive and softly knocked on the door, you felt the relief you always feel when he opens the door, and allow yourself to throw your arms around him.

"missed you."

"you saw me today."

you pull away, pouting at him, "you know what I mean."

"I know, missed you too," he leans down and gives you a quick peck, before you two make your way to his bed to cuddle.

a daily routine at this point.

you lay with your head on his chest, his arm secured around you as you two talk mindlessly about anything and everything.

you end up perching your chin on his chest to look up at him, and before you know it, you lips are on his.

It starts off slow, gentle even, like every other kiss you two share. soon, you place your palm on his chest for leverage as you lift yourself up more in order to deepen the kiss.

megumi sits up slightly, bringing his back to rest on the headboard behind him as your lips move in sync, slowly deepening with each kiss.

you allow your hand that was previously situated on his chest to wander up and over his shoulder, as he takes one hand and place it on your waist.

he brings his other hand to the other side of your waist and moves you to straddle his lap properly now.

the kiss deepens in his new position, allowing yourself to hook your arms around his neck, while his one hand stays on your waist, the other slowly moving up and down your back.

all that is consuming your mind and body is megumi and you don't think of anything else, mind completely taken over by the feeling of his lips against yours.

and he is in the exact same way, hence the reason neither of you heard the door to megumi's room creak open.

and you didn't stop until you hear the crash of something hitting the floor.

you gasp as you part from megumi, throwing yourself off of him as fast as humanly possible and creating as much distance between you two as you could on his small bed.

you turn to look at the source of the sound to see yuji standing at megumi's doorway, whatever in his hand now on the floor, along with his jaw wide open.

the awkward silence between you three lasts for what feels like forever, before megumi finally speaks up.

"don't you know how to knock? what are you doing here."

"I did knock! you didn't reply so I just let myself in..." yuji replies looking between you and megumi, "maybe I shouldn't have..."

"It's not what it looks like," you try to explain weakly.

"I'll just leave you two alone."

yuji runs out of the room, and you look at megumi, the two of you knowing you're going to hear an earful tomorrow from both nobara and gojo, who yuji is definitely telling right now.

so much for keeping your relationship a secret.

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[arabella0001]

megumi’s confession (megumi x reader)

fluff. suggestive

you and megumi are sort of friends. you don’t have the closest relationship, but you get along well enough. you get along with maki, but she’s not here, you are younger so you needed to stay with your classmates so you managed to click with yuji’s cheerful personality and nobara’s bluntness. but megumi… he complicates things.

you like him. a lot.

and that’s a problem.

he doesn’t look like someone interested in this kind of things, especially you but it’s not like you know anything about him. you barely know if he considers you a friend, let alone if he could ever return how you feel.

so, you hide it. as much as you can.

now, sitting in a café with the group, it’s harder to keep it buried. his foot brushes yours under the table, a fleeting touch that shouldn’t make your heart race—but it does. heat creeps up your neck as you try to focus on yuji rambling about something dumb.

megumi shifts slightly, his gaze cutting toward you. his expression, as usual, gives nothing away, but after a brief silence, he speaks with his usual calm tone, his gaze directly at you, making you jolt slightly.

“something wrong?” his voice is calm, but there’s a slight edge of curiosity.

“no, it’s fine,” you manage to smile, though it feels forced, that’s the last thing you expect right now.

megumi’s sharp eyes linger on you for a moment longer. he notices the silent exchange between you and nobara and he raises a brow slightly, trying to pull apart whatever’s flickering across your face. still, he doesn’t press the issue. he takes a slow sip of his drink before continuing.

“are you sure? you seem distracted.” he says simply, leaning accidentally closer to you and your breath catches in your throat.

“yeah, just… a bad day, i guess.” you insist, though the awkward smile you tack on feels fragile.

his brow lifts—not much, but enough to make you shift uncomfortably.

“i see,” he replies nonchalantly. yuji and nobara exchange subtle glances, suppressing their smile at the clear tension between you two.

as the afternoon wears on, the conversation thins. yuji eventually stretches, loud and dramatic.

“alright, i’m heading out. nobara?” she stands, smirking slightly at you before nodding.

megumi stands too, but his eyes catch yours briefly—just a flicker—before he follows the others outside.

walking behind them, megumi notices how you avert your gaze and the faint flush still lingering on your face. his pace slows just enough that you fall into step with him, trailing a little behind the others.

the silence between you two feels different now, stretching out for what feels like forever for you and your stomach knots. it’s uncomfortable, yet you feel worse just staying quiet.

“so… are you ready for the exams?” you ask, attempting to break the awkwardness.

megumi glances at you, his expression unreadable at your attempt of small talk. “yeah. i’ve been training.” his calm, steady tone is reassuring in some way, though you can feel his eyes lingering on you.

you nod, biting the inside of your cheek and this time, his eyes don’t stray. they settle on you for longer than usual, as if searching for something unspoken. nobara and yuji’s occasional glances aren’t helping either and he can’t stop thinking why everybody seems like they know something, beside him.

he exhales quietly. “you've been quiet today. is something bothering you?” the words hit you harder than you expect. you freeze, barely managing to keep walking.

nobara interrupts, trying to help you and ask something you barely hear, but megumi’s gaze remains locked on you. his sharp eyes flicker with suspicion.

“it’s nothing,” you mumble quickly, looking away.

“that’s not what i asked.” his tone sharpens slightly. “you’ve been weird since the café.”

he tilts his head slightly. “what’s going on?”

nobara glances back at the two of you and smirks knowingly. she tugs yuji forward, whispering something that earns a small laugh from him.

“uh, we’ll go ahead,” yuji announces, shooting you a not-so-subtle thumbs up.

you shoot yuji a glare, silently cursing him for leaving you alone with megumi. nobara flashes you a wink as they walk ahead. now it’s just you and megumi again.

megumi walks quietly beside you, the air thick with unspoken words.

“i didn’t mean to keep anything from you,” you murmur after a long pause. “it’s just… personal.”

his gaze lingers, catching the way you avoid looking at him directly.

“if it’s personal, why do they know about it and i’m the only one who doesn’t?” you stop walking. pressure builds in your chest, each breath heavier than the last.

you stop walking, arms folding over your chest as if it might shield you from how exposed you feel.

“megumi i can’t—” your voice falters. “i’m afraid.”

megumi watches you carefully. for once, his composure cracks just slightly.

“afraid of what? you know you can trust me,” his voice lowers, the softness in it making you feel even more vulnerable.

“megumi… don’t make me say it,” you plead, eyes darting anywhere but at him.

“i don’t wanna force you, y/n” he exhales quietly, confusing all over his face “but if it’s something about me, i’d rather hear it from you.”

you glance at him—just briefly—and mumble, “you’re good at noticing things about other people, but somehow… you didn’t notice this.”

megumi’s eyes narrow slightly. “notice what?”

you hesitate, nerves overwhelming you.

“megumi…i—”

“say it already, damn it. you really making me anxious—”

“i have feelings for you. i have for a while.” you blurt out, not backing back, your heart pounding.

at this, time stops, the confession lingers in the air, louder than it should be. megumi’s eyes widen slightly. his lips part as if to say something, but no words come out.

you swallow hard, your heart threatening to break free from your chest.

“i’m sorry,” you blurt out. “i know i’m a terrible friend for hiding it. i couldn’t help it.”

you start to pull away, but his hand finds your wrist, grounding you in place. his brows knit together, uncertain but steady.

“there’s nothing to apologize for,” he says quietly. “having feelings isn’t something you should apologize for.” your breath catches, tears prick your eyes.

“i think i’m just going to go…” before you can turn, he gently grabs your wrist.

“don’t go.” his voice is soft, almost pleading which is weird coming from him. your eyes meet his, and the concern in his gaze makes your chest tighten.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” he whispers. “your….feelings…aren’t exactly one-sided.”

you feel the ground shift beneath you.

“what…?”

megumi sees the shock in your eyes, the hesitation lingering on your face. you clearly didn’t expect this, and neither did he—not like this. relief intertwines with guilt, tightening his chest. maybe he wasn’t blind to it—just unwilling to face it.

“i guess… i’ve picked up on more than i thought.” his voice is quieter now, eyes narrowing slightly as if piecing together his own words. “the way you look at me… how you act around me… i’ve seen it.”

he pauses, gaze dropping briefly to the ground before returning to yours.

“maybe i’ve been ignoring it.”

“megumi…” your voice—soft, almost fragile—pulls at something in his chest. he doesn’t let go, his hands still resting gently on your face, fingers brushing along the edges of your jaw.

“i didn’t mean to overlook it,” he says, his tone calm but honest. “i just… wasn’t sure what to do with it. i’m not great at this stuff.”

“you only realized just now?”

he holds your gaze for a long moment before nodding slightly. “part of me knew.” his voice lowers further. “i just didn’t want to deal with it. i thought… maybe it was better to ignore it than risk messing things up.”

the warmth of his thumbs grazes over your cheek, a rare tenderness behind the gesture.

“but now… i don’t think i can.”

your heart races under the weight of his words, but his expression doesn’t change much. megumi isn’t someone who wears his feelings on his sleeve. still, there’s something in the way he looks at you—a softness that wasn’t there before.

when your arms wrap around him suddenly, pressing your face to his chest, megumi tenses for just a second. then, slowly, his arms encircle you.

his hand drifts to the back of your head, the other at your waist, steady but unintrusive.

“...it’s okay,” he mutters after a while, voice almost too quiet to hear. he isn’t sure what else to say.

he presses a hesitant kiss to your forehead. it’s unfamiliar, but somehow, it feels right. his fingers drift through your hair, slow and grounding.

“can you look at me?”

his tone isn’t demanding, but there’s a subtle firmness behind it. when you pull away enough to meet his gaze, his eyes immediately lock onto yours. there’s a faint flush dusting his cheeks, though his expression remains composed.

your gaze flickers down to his lips, and megumi notices. he always notices. he doesn’t say anything about it, but the slight shift in his breathing gives him away.

“megumi…” the way you say his name, barely above a whisper, draws his attention back to your eyes. his heart skips uncomfortably, the space between you growing smaller without either of you moving.

his gaze lowers again—just briefly. “yeah?”

“please… kiss me.” the words hit harder than you intend. for a split second, he wonders if he heard you right. but he knows he did.

megumi doesn’t answer right away. he studies your face for any hesitation, any flicker of doubt. when he finds none, he exhales softly through his nose, lifting a hand to your cheek once more.

“…okay.” his voice is almost too quiet.

there’s no rush when he leans in, no sudden movement. his lips meet yours carefully, as if testing his limits—testing yours. the kiss is slow, hesitant, but the warmth of his hand against your skin lingers, grounding you in place.

his hand flexes gently at your waist, as if grounding himself in the moment. the sound you make brushes against his skin, subtle but entrancing.

megumi isn’t the type to lose composure, but there’s something about this—something about you—that tugs at the edge of his restraint.

his hand slides just a little lower, fingers curling gently around your side. the kiss deepens by instinct, though there’s nothing rushed about it. it’s careful, deliberate, and unspoken words fill the space between each breath.

when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours. his eyes remain half-lidded, breaths slow and steady as he tries to process everything.

“…you’re shaking,” he points out quietly, noticing the subtle tremble in your arms. you try to laugh it off, but he doesn’t let go.

“you’re not a bad friend,” he says after a moment, sensing the guilt still lingering beneath the surface. “and… you didn’t mess anything up.” his words are simple, but there’s weight behind them.

the air between you feels heavier now. megumi’s forehead rests lightly against yours, but his grip on your waist lingers, fingertips pressing just enough to keep you close. his eyes flicker down to your lips again, half-lidded, but he doesn’t move—at least, not yet.

you can feel his breath against your mouth, shallow and uneven. he’s usually composed, unreadable even when everything around him is chaotic. but right now… there’s something different. something unsteady in the way he’s holding you, like he’s barely keeping himself together.

“megumi…” your voice is soft, but there’s a tremble to it that you can’t hide.

his gaze lifts to yours, and you can almost see the cracks forming in his calm exterior.

you’re too close, too warm, and the way your lips part slightly when you say his name—it’s messing with his head.

he swallows hard, but his hands move on their own. one shifts to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him, while the other slides up to cup your jaw, tilting your face just a little higher.

“... you’re not helping by looking at me like that,” he murmurs, voice lower than before.

“like what?” you whisper back, though you know exactly what he means.

megumi’s eyes darken, and his thumb lightly brushes over your lower lip, lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“like that.”

his restraint snaps faster than either of you expect. he kisses you again, rougher this time, no hesitation in the way his lips part yours. his grip tightens at your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp softly against his mouth.

the sound—god, the sound—sends something sharp through him, and suddenly he’s not thinking anymore.

his hand drifts into your hair, tilting your head gently. his lips move over yours hungrily, like he’s been holding this in for way too long. and maybe he has.

your hands curl into his jacket, pulling him closer, and he groans quietly against your mouth as his teeth catch your lower lip, tugging lightly.

the kiss deepens, heat pooling between the two of you as his tongue slides against yours, the slow, deliberate movements making your knees feel weak.

his arm tightens around your waist when he feels you sway slightly, anchoring you firmly against him.

“you’re… not making this easy,” he mutters between kisses, his forehead dropping against yours briefly as he tries to catch his breath.

you’re barely holding yourself together, but you still manage to smirk faintly, brushing your lips lightly over his again. “you’re the one who kissed me like that.”

megumi exhales sharply through his nose, and before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again—deeper, rougher, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach.

his jacket crinkles under your grip as his body presses flush against yours, pinning you softly against the wall behind you.

your back meets the surface with a quiet thud, and megumi’s hands immediately slide to your hips, guiding them closer until there’s nothing left between you.

his breath hitches when he feels your fingers slide under the edge of his shirt, your touch hot against his skin. his stomach tenses involuntarily at the contact, but he doesn’t stop you.

if anything, it spurs him on.

“you’re… unfair,” he mumbles against your lips, but his mouth trails lower, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, down to your neck.

the feeling of his lips there—soft but deliberate—sends a shiver down your spine, and megumi feels it.

his lips linger against your skin, breathing heavily as he lets his forehead rest against your shoulder.

for a moment, everything feels suspended in time, neither of you moving except for the rise and fall of your chests.

but even now, his hands haven’t left your hips, thumbs brushing slow circles over the fabric of your shirt.

“...we should probably stop,” he says, though his voice is anything but convincing.

you hum softly, fingers still resting against the bare skin of his waist. “do you want to stop?”

there’s a long pause. “no,” he admits quietly, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes are hooded, but there’s a rare vulnerability behind them. “but i’m trying to be smart about this.”

you tilt your head slightly, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face, your touch light but lingering.

“for once, maybe stop overthinking it,” you whisper.

megumi’s gaze lingers on you, his lips parting slightly as if to say something, but instead, he leans in, kissing you softly this time. slower, more deliberate. he’s not in a rush anymore.

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he kiss softens, melting into something slower—something that lingers more than it burns. megumi’s hands remain steady at your waist, his thumbs brushing over your sides like he’s memorizing the feeling of you there. his forehead presses lightly against yours when he finally pulls away, his breath still uneven but calmer now.

neither of you speaks for a moment. the silence feels heavier, but not uncomfortable. it settles between you in a way that feels… right.

megumi’s eyes stay half-lidded as he glances at you, taking in the way your lips are slightly swollen from his kisses, the soft rise and fall of your chest as you try to catch your breath. his fingers tighten ever so slightly against your hips before relaxing again.

“you okay?” he asks, voice quiet, the usual stoic calm returning to his tone—though there’s still a faint rasp to it.

you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “yeah. you?”

his gaze flickers away for a brief second, like he’s processing the question. his hands don’t leave you, and his body stays close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him.

“yeah,” he finally answers. “i’m good.”

but his eyes drift back to yours, and the corner of his mouth twitches slightly—barely noticeable, but it’s there.

you lean into him a little, resting your head lightly against his shoulder. he doesn’t move away, instead shifting just enough so that you fit perfectly against him. his chin brushes the top of your head, and you can feel his hand settle against the small of your back, grounding you there. it feels… safe.

after a moment, you murmur against his jacket, voice soft but teasing. “so… does this mean you’re finally done ignoring how you feel about me?”

megumi sighs through his nose, his grip tightening instinctively around you, though there’s no real annoyance in his expression. “i wasn’t ignoring it.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “you kind of were.”

he meets your gaze, and for once, he doesn’t have a response. the faint pink dusting his cheeks betrays him, but he doesn’t look away.

instead, he presses his lips to your forehead—a simple, brief kiss that lingers for just a second longer than necessary.

“i won’t anymore,” he says quietly. your heart skips at the sincerity in his voice.

neither of you addresses what this is—not directly. but the way his arms stay wrapped around you, the way his hand unconsciously brushes along your back in slow, absentminded circles… it’s enough.

“good,” you whisper, smiling softly against him.

you stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, letting the rest of the world fade away outside the quiet bubble you’ve created. and maybe there’s still a lot left unspoken, but for now, this is enough.

[starxschaser]

JEALOUS MEGUMI??? JEALOUS YUJI???

JEALOUS - megumi fushiguro

୭˚. ᵎᵎ notes: jealousy, swearing, characters are aged up! (i’ll do one for yuji as well!)

having always been very reserved, even within your relationship, it has always been complicated for him to demonstrate his feelings and emotions, and even more complicated to say and express to you if there was something that was bothering him.

the first time you noticed that there was something wrong with his usual behavior it was during a rainy night.

you knew so well that your boyfriend was always very quiet, especially when you were in group with the others, but in the solitude of your room you hadn't heard his voice for a while, and it worried you.

“megs?” you called him, in a low voice, it was so silent that there was no need to shout. he came out of the bathroom, drying his black hair that fell in front of his face, still a little wet.

“mhm?” he answered, obviously pissed off, not by you, but by something else. his eyes were roaming through the room, trying to find something to concentrate on. “what’s wrong?” you asked him, patting on the sheets on your left, asking him to sit down next to you.

once seated he dropped the towel onto his shoulders, sighing deeply. "what’s up?" your hand found its place in his hair, caressing softly the back of his neck still wet from the shower. "it’s nothing." his gaze turned elsewhere.

“you know you can tell me anything, baby.” you said trying to reassure him, and to stop yourself from worrying. “you love me right?” the question left you speechless, not finding the point in asking, as it had always been obvious between you that there was no one else in each other’s life.

“of course i do, love. why wouldn’t i?” you chuckled softly at his question, placing a kiss on his temple and feeling his skin burning just from the simplest gesture. “i don’t know, i just got worried since that guy today…” what guy?

oh, yes. he was one of your friends from school, someone you’ve been knowing your whole life, you could say he was your best friend. you laughed just at the thought. “what’s so funny?” his voice sounded angry, but i was just because he was so embarrassed and felt being made fun of.

“‘gumi, he’s my best friend!” you looked at him lovingly, stroking his cheek as an attempt to comfort him, let him know that you loved only him. “but he was hugging you and shit…” he pouted. he was so cute. “cause that’s what best friends do.” he remained silent, his gaze directed downward.

“i love only you baby, there’s no one else in my life. it’s you.” “are you sure?” he said in a worried tone, he wasn’t used to having people being honest with him. “i’m sure.”

you placed a little peck on his lips. “i love you.” “i love you too.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ nina.

[luv4fushi]

secrecy

jjk megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

hiding your relationship from your loudmouth friends and your energetic teacher is harder than it seems.

content: fluff, established/secret relationship, aged!up megumi (16/17 years old), there is implied/suggestive content because teenagers do stuff (come on, we all know that) but it’s not written out!!! yuji and nobara get the wrong idea and tease the hell out of megumi, that’s all!

wc: 2.1k

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meeting up after classes are over is always hard.

yuji and nobara are insistent in their spots between the two of you. yuji stays glued to megumi’s side and nobara sneaks her way in between you two. it’s a surprise that neither of them have caught on yet.

megumi’s sudden confession had been blurted out from the doorway of your dorm. you both had been in a pretty gruesome fight; you had needed stitches despite shoko using reverse cursed technique on you, and megumi was injured with a slight limp. he’d been worried even though you paid your wounds no mind.

“take care of yourself,” he’d said through gritted teeth. “i care about you more than you think.”

it had been out of pity more than anything; he had walked you to your room, believing it was his fault that you’d nearly been killed.

still, you acknowledged the warm words through his usual gruffness.

that had led you to today, with yuji and nobara arguing between the two of you. you want nothing more than to relax in your dorm with megumi’s head on your chest, running your fingers through his messy black hair. he’s got a knack for nuzzling into you, breathing in your scent and peppering kisses along your collarbone. it’s his way of telling you he loves you.

“so what d’ya wanna do then?” nobara huffs, frustrated.

“you just said no to every single restaurant i recommended. why don’t you choose?” yuji whines.

nobara crosses her arms. “i’m not choosing because you’re gonna say no.”

“that’s not true,” yuji deflects, furrowing his brows. “i just told you, i don’t care where we eat.”

“i’m gonna head back,” megumi says, clearing his throat. “i’ve got a mission tomorrow and i wanna get some sleep.”

it’s an obvious excuse, at least to you. megumi isn’t lying, though; he has to visit a train station tomorrow to get rid of a nasty curse that’d been formed from an accident. it’s overgrown and estimated to at least be a grade 1 curse, so megumi is being sent by himself because gojo trusts that he can handle it smoothly. megumi is a grade 1 sorcerer, after all, and lately gojo has been trying to get him reevaluated as a special grade.

“you guys have fun,” you announce shortly after megumi trudges away. “i’m gonna go finish my book before my sparring session with maki.”

“whatttt?!” nobara groans. “maki said she was gonna hang with me! someone isn’t telling the truth and i know it’s you!”

you cringe, knowing you’ve been caught in your lie. “oh, that’s right. the session is tomorrow.”

“if you or megumi aren’t going then i won’t go either!” yuji pouts.

“what was the point of us walking all the way out here?” nobara smacks him on the back of his head. “whatever! i’m going to find maki. maybe she’ll wanna eat with me.”

“the third years aren’t gonna hang with you, loser,” yuji says, sticking his tongue out at her.

nobara responds by flicking him off over her shoulder. she’s already long gone by the time you and yuji bid your goodbyes. you take your time on the way back to your dorm, shuffling your feet against the pavement as slowly as you can. the last thing you want is to catch up to yuji on your way to the boys’ dormitory.

you take a quick look around once you start to get close to megumi’s dorm. the sun beams down at you and you begin to sweat nervously. you’ve done this plenty of times before, but it still makes your nerves jitter.

the coast is clear. the bushes don’t seem to be hiding anyone. there doesn’t seem to be a person hiding behind any corners. you make a run for it, nimbly skipping toward the boys’ dormitories. you make a beeline for megumi’s door, which is the furthest one at the end of the hall. yuji’s dorm is across from his, so you make sure your footsteps aren’t too loud. you tap on the doorframe four times, a signal you’d unknowingly came up with in the weeks you and megumi have snuck into each other’s rooms.

megumi swings the door open, his face brightening as he pulls you in. he wastes no time in burying himself into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent.

“god, i was hoping they’d leave without us back there,” he sighs into your neck. “it took you so long to shake ‘em off.”

your lips stretch into a pretty grin, and megumi nearly melts at the sight. you ruffle his hair and press a kiss onto his redden cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

megumi would’ve cringed had it been any other couple, but it’s you and him, and all the sweet words you two whisper make him adore the cheesiness of the relationship. he takes you by the hand and nearly crushes you as he lays the both of you down.

napping together is a common occurrence for the two of you. it’s not like you can waltz out with your fingers interlocked because gojo would make fun of you both for the rest of your lives. dating as a jujutsu sorcerer is hard enough, and you two would rather not add him into the mix.

“are you sleepy?” you ask softly. you’re trapped in between his toned arms, your face pressing into his firm chest.

he hums. “you mind?”

“not at all,” you say with a small laugh. “but you gotta get up before dinner, ‘kay?”

you feel him nod. “yeah, just wake me up.”

“‘kay.”

the silence is comfortable, as if you’ve known him for longer than you actually have. he lets himself go when he’s around you, and that fact makes you more prideful than it should. there’s something about megumi fushiguro allowing you to see his vulnerable side that makes you feel all the more important. the boy never, ever removes the scowl off his face unless he’s with you.

“need to take off my clothes,” you complain. “i’m all sweaty from today. gojo sensei had me run a few laps ‘cause nobara snitched about me returning to my room late.”

the corner of megumi’s mouth lifts. “that’s why i told you to leave before sunset. see what happens when you don’t listen?”

you shove his shoulder and unseal yourself from his hold, giving him a glare. “you were the one asking me to stay, you idiot. now give me a shirt.”

he pretends to be annoyed, mumbling something under his breath as he reaches for a shirt hung on the end of his headboard.

“a clean one.” you give him a pointed look.

“i thought you liked my smell?” he looks at you through his lashes.

“your smell, megumi, not your sweat,” you deadpan.

he lets out a laugh and it sounds like music to your ears. perhaps this is what the world means when they say love makes you a different person.

he obliges and walks to his drawer. megumi is changed himself: loose sweatpants hanging on his waist lowly. he has on a white t-shirt and the necklace you had gifted him a week prior. megumi hands you one of his sweaters, which is oversized, but it’s the best he can do. you’d rather not go back to your dorm to change.

megumi turns around so that you can change. he’s awkward and beet red, scratching his head in a moment of tenseness. you slip on his sweater and you’re immediately engulfed in his warm scent. the fabric nearly drowns you as you take off your pants.

“do you have any shorts?” you ask, scanning the room.

megumi’s back is still turned to you. “you took those ones back to your room, remember? did you bring them?”

you shake your head, but then remember that he can’t see you. you duck your head in embarrassment, laughing lightly. “nah, but it’s fine. the shirt’s basically a dress anyway.”

megumi hears the sheets rustle and makes a bold assumption to turn around. he’s met with you sprawled out on the bed, patting the empty space next to you as a wordless invitation.

his eyes crinkle when he grins, which is not something you see everyday. you savor the moment and engrave it into your memory. it’ll make you giddy when you remember it tonight as you get ready for bed.

“love you,” you whisper, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. you feel his fingers caress your arm in loving patterns.

megumi pauses for a split second, but it’s long enough for you to notice. he still has a hard time using his words, but you’re in no rush to change that part of him.

“i love you, too,” he replies in a small voice.

“when did you get so corny?” you tease, your eyes fluttering shut.

“you’re being irritating,” he says. you can tell just from the way he puffs out a little breath that he’s rolling his eyes in distaste. “it’s your fault for making me all gross and corny. yuji would never stop making fun of me if he saw us right now.”

“megumi!” a knock interrupts him. it’s yuji, who calls from outside the door. “gojo-sensei needs us real quick! read your damn text messages for once!”

megumi freezes and your head perks up. your eyes are wide with fear and slight amusement. this has never happened before. megumi presses a finger to your lips, shushing you, before he yells out an irritated, “what does he want?”

“he says we gotta go see him in his office! check your phone.” yuji’s voice is muffled. he bangs on the door once more.

your breathing is shallow. there’s a sort of excitement in the air at the thought of possibly being caught, but the anxiety of it all overpasses that. you refuse to move, afraid that the loud sheets will give it away to yuji that you’re in the same bed as megumi.

“is the door locked?” you whisper lowly.

megumi’s eyes narrow. “i… i think so. i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?”

“i was excited to see you… i’m not—i don’t remember locking it.”

“i’m sure you did,” you convince yourself out loud, “you always do.”

“and tell y/n that she’s gotta come out too!” nobara’s voice rings out.

you feel your body grow hot in humiliation.

once you’re all in gojo’s office, the white-haired man gives you and megumi a hard stare. he has a lazy smirk plastered on his face, his blindfold pushed down on his neck solely so that he can show off the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“let me make one thing clear,” gojo begins, “no boys in the girls’ dorms.”

yuji scrunches his nose.

“and no girls in the boys’ dorms. we all know this already, don’t we?”

“duh. is that all?” nobara says, shifting her weight on to her left leg. she looks amused.

“y/n,” gojo says, causing your eyes to flicker up at him, “run 30 laps. you’ve broken the rules.”

your jaw drops open. it had been embarrassing enough to quickly throw on your pants and rush out of megumi’s room with nobara and yuji’s smug faces trailing behind you.

“no buts,” he adds when he notices your apprehension.

you frown.

“i’ll take half,” megumi mutters, the annoyance leaking into his tone. “she’ll do 15 and i’ll do 15. we both broke the rules, so punish us fairly.”

gojo’s smirk widens. “i wasn’t finished, fushiguro. you’re gonna run 30 as well… but i guess it’s 45 now? isn’t that sweet of you? protecting your girl~”

“gojo-sensei… y/n is wearing megumi’s shirt…” yuji pretends to gag. “we all know what that—”

megumi shoots a glare at him. if eyes could kill, yuji would be six feet under. “don’t be fucking gross, yuji. it’s not like that.”

you tug at his t-shirt, eyes averting gojo’s. megumi’s behavior is only going to punish the two of you more. the whole situation is already making you want to curl up into a ball and die, and you want it to be over with already.

“oh my god, you’re right, yuji. that’s…. that’s very scandalous.” nobara brings a hand to cover her opened mouth.

“don’t piss me off,” megumi threatens. “it’s not anything like what you two are thinking. don’t be weird about it.”

gojo opens his mouth to speak, but megumi is quicker. he drags you out of the office and the two of you make it to the track field. the red of the field matches the red in megumi’s face. it’s ridiculously hilarious now that you’re really looking at it.

“let’s run our laps. 15 for you, 45 for me.”

you giggle and pull him in for a kiss. “thank you, megumi, but i can handle 30 just fine. we just have to get better at sneaking around, don’t we?”

“yeah…” he says, his composure breaking. “ah, whatever. they know anyway. let’s just start going out, hm? they can’t control us outside of school grounds.”

from somewhere inside the school, you can hear nobara celebrate over winning $50.

a/n: this was SO FUN TO WRITE. i have so many drafts and drabbles so i decided to just post one! none of it is canon blah blah idc IM A SUCKER FOR SOFT MEGUMI!!! he’s the epitome of “i hate everyone but you” HOPE U ENJOYED

[anaer]

wip wednesday (june 26 24)

Sukugo, domestic crack rating: about as wholesome as these two get

No one understands how their relationship works. Megumi knows better than to ask questions. Yuuta is just happy that his sensei has someone. The less said about Uraume the better. And Yuuji…well, Yuuji is always some blend of horrified and relieved every time Satoru makes any offhanded mention of his personal life these days.

Satoru once overheard Nobara say to Maki, “I wanna say it’s abusive, but honestly, I’m not even sure who’s abusing who.” He had laughed very loudly at that, and Nobara has, to this day, never looked more embarrassed.

That about sums up everyone else’s thoughts on the perfect disaster that is Gojo Satoru’s attempt at dating Ryoumen Sukuna, though. The only person who actually has the balls to comment on his relationship is, predictably, Suguru.

“Really?” Satoru’s (former) best friend says when he picks up his phone. Not even the decency for a hello. “The King of Curses?”

“Go choke on balls,” Satoru replies easily. “You can’t judge me. You ran a fucking cult.” He hangs up the phone on him.

Suguru calls back.

“And he fucks better than you ever did, too,” Satoru answers to say, and then hangs up again.

Suguru texts: don’t complain to me when you wind up dead.

Satoru replies: jokes on u he’s already killed me twice already.

It’s a complicated relationship, what exists between Satoru and Sukuna.

To be fair, Satoru hadn’t intended to start fucking the worst curse in all history. His plan, when fluke accident by curse user had split the old bastard from Yuuji, had been to kill him. It wasn’t a surprise that Sukuna was really fucking hard to kill, though, and it was even less of a surprise that killing things makes Satoru horny. It turns out they have a lot in common that way. They’d fought, then they’d been making out all of a sudden, and then Sukuna in all his naked, four-armed glory was on top of him, and then—

Well, he’d woken up breathing after. Satoru is still a little pissed that Sukuna killed him when they were done, even if it had been hot.

Even if he’s discovered his soulmate.

Sukuna hates it when Satoru says sappy shit like ‘soulmate’, but Satoru conveniently doesn’t give two fucks what Sukuna thinks about anything. He does, unfortunately, care what Yuuji thinks, though. It is for that reason less than ideal that their affair was discovered like this:

“Gojo-sensei?!” Yuji exclaims. The next second, hands over his eyes, he’s crying. “Why? Why? Why?”

Satoru shoves Sukuna off of him, shooting him a very pointed look that screams, ‘If you try to kill him, I’m going to tear your dick off.’

“Yuuji-kun!” he greets overexuberantly, scrambling to sit up on his desk. He does not scramble for his pants because it does not cross his mind, but later on he realises Yuuji probably would have appreciated that. “Did you need something? Okay, I know this probably looks very weird to you, but don’t mind Sukuna. I know I said I was going to kill him, and I am! He’s just—”

Sukuna, predictably, tries to murder Yuuji before Satoru can even finish talking.

Yuuji squawks as he finds himself teleported out of harm’s way, and Satoru levels Sukuna with an extremely disappointed look. “Was that necessary?” he demands. “Look, you broke half the school buildings!” There is a direct view outside now. And straight to the field, three buildings over. If Satoru cares to look, he can see the second years staring in this direction in alarm. “Yaga’s gonna make me pay for that.” It’s a whine, but it’s deserved.

Sukuna scoffs at him. “Then kill him,” he says bluntly.

“Killing everything doesn’t actually solve all your problems, you know.”

“It shuts you up when you’re being annoying.” Sukuna crosses all four of his arms, and Satoru has called that pouting to his face before.

Right now, Satoru just shoots back, “And yet I’m still not dead.” He leans over to bop Sukuna on the nose and laughs, turning back to Yuuji. “He's adorable.”

“What the fuck,” Yuuji continues to cry. “What the fuck is happening?”

Right, Satoru reminds himself. Yuuji does not and has never considered Ryoumen Sukuna adorable.

Sukuna unfolds his arms and drops a hand on Satoru’s head, half useless threat to tear it off (impossible, but funny to think about), half ruffling his hair. “It’s truly astonishing to me you have the gall to call me adorable, as if you haven’t looked in a mirror lately.”

Satoru beams.

Yuuji sobs. “What is HAPPENING?!”

This is how Satoru ends up with Yaga droning at him for two hours about things that are and are not meant to happen inside of a classroom, and that finding out your teacher is fucking the evil thousand year old curse-sorcerer who had possessed you for the past few months is one of them, or so Yaga repeatedly attempts to impress upon Satoru in between all the shouting and lecturing.

[gingernut1314]

As Sweet As Sugar Bonus Scene

Gojo x GN!Reader

Summary: Gojo calls a meeting with the whole school to announce your relationship.

Warnings: Set sometimes during season 1ish, just fun back and forth between characters, slight mention of Star Plasma Vessel Arc, poor Gojo can't ever escape his students bullying, pet name (reader to Gojo)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I thought of this little scene and just needed to try and write it. This can be read as its own fic, but it is a little extra scene from As Sweet As Sugar which is technically it's part 1. I hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly

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“Since you all are my children and I raised you through blood, sweat, and tears, I thought it was only fair I told you all the happy news,” Gojo spoke, standing in front of the whole school in the auditorium. You knew he had been up to no good when he had convinced Yaga to hold this meeting. You almost had been delusional enough to believe he wouldn’t say anything about you and him becoming a couple. 

But who were you trying to kid? This was Saturo Gojo you’re talking about. Of course, he was going to announce it to everyone he could. 

You heard a murmur go up from the students--mainly them grumbling and complaining about Gojo “not being their dad”. 

“Me and that lovely professor over there.” He pointed your way, a wide grin crossing his glossy lips. “Are together. They’re my partner. He he my partner.” Gojo said, looking like a kid who had just opened his birthday present. 

The auditorium fell silent. So silent you would have thought Gojo had told everyone someone had died. 

“It’s pretty awesome right?” He beamed, looking right back at you with that bright smile of his. A smile that never failed to make your own pull to your lips.

“Really?” Maki started in that flat, ever-disapproving tone of hers.

“Holy crap. I think I’m gonna vomit.” Nobara said, slapping a hand over her mouth like she really would. 

“That guy?” Maki continued with a shake of her head, her ponytail swooshing behind her. 

“That guy?!” Nobara popcorned off Maki, flinging her hand from her mouth to point at Gojo who had yet to take his attention off of you. Attention that only made you more flustered and giddy the longer you were under it. “You know he doesn’t even moisturize! What kinda monster doesn’t moisturize!” 

“Awe…guys. Don’t you think you’re going a bit too far?” Yuji, ever the Gojo supporter, joined in, scratching the back of his head as he looking towards his friend. “They like each other isn’t that--”

“No. It’s weird.” Megumi added, arms crossed over his chest looking as grumpy as ever. “Gojo’s an idiot. Our professor could do better.” 

“Exactly!” Nobara popped in once more.

“Come on, Megumi. Can’t be happy for your old man?” Gojo’s attention unfortunately pulled from you then, leaning on the podium he stood behind. “So sad. Where did I go wrong?” He shook his head in mock disappointment. Megumi only stared blankly at his benefactor, utterly unamused.

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki chimed in, making Gojo gasp. 

“Really? You too kid?” 

“Salmon roe.” The second year said with a shrug. 

“Uh…I think he’s right. Ain't there some kinda rule about this? Like teachers can’t date other teachers?” Panda said, turning to look toward Yaga who was watching the whole thing unfold from nearby, expression unreadable.

“Of course, there isn’t!” Gojo said exasperated. “That would be cruel and, frankly, unjust.” 

“There is,” Yaga said making Gojo groan dramatically, plopping his forehead against the dark wood of the podium he was all but sprawled over. 

“You all just don’t want to see me be happy huh?” Gojo moaned pitifully. “Where are the third years? They’d be happy for us.” He turned his head to look your way once more, a big pout on his lips. You knew if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, he might have mustered up some crocodile tears for everyone.

“Mission.” You said earning another dramatic groan from Gojo. “Sorry, baby.” A round of displeased sounds boomed from the gathered students, even your fellow teacher Kusakabe gave a cringe. Gojo popped right up quickly, shouting back and fighting with the students like he was just another one of them. 

You might have stepped in and stopped them all did you not know Gojo loved this. He loved these kids, even when they were very very direct with their thoughts. He loved that they were comfortable enough with him to be able to argue back--to speak their minds. And you loved that it made Gojo happy. Loved that he was able to give these kids a bit of childhood you, him, and the rest of the alumni of this school never truly got. 

A shoulder bumped into yours, pulling your eyes from everyone. You instantly knew even without looking her way that it was Shoko. You knew just from the smell of the heavy perfume she wore to try and mask the musky scent of her last cigarette she had been trying, and failing, to not have.

“About time, huh.” She said, the bags under her eyes seeming darker as she looked back at Gojo, who was still shouting and playfully arguing with everyone. “You two deserve it. We’ve been through enough.” She said, eyes growing distant. You knew what she was thinking of. Who she was thinking of. “Be happy for the rest of us, yeah?” You nodded, nudging her lightly back.

“We will. But we’ll all be happy.” Shoko gave you a smile that seemed too weak to be genuine. One that never seemed to reach her tired eyes. Hadn't reached her eyes in some time.

“Hey. I’m happy as can be. Get to dissect bodies all day and heal paper cuts. My cup of tea.” You shook your head at the dryness of her humor. 

“I think you’re gonna have to heal Saturo’s ego after this.” You said, earning a huff of amusement and another light nudge from Shoko.

“Oh, but that’s your job now.”

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HUGE JJK SPOILER

CHAPTER 221 (short) ANALYSIS and thoughts

I will use traductions by @ king_jin_woo on twitter

Ok i am not gonna talk about how refreshing seeing gojo was I missed him so much and Gege’s art style really made him look so good and he really was a breath of fresh air because I could talk about it for hours, no, i want talk more seriously about what happened

I think Gojo might have a plan to separate Sukuna and Megumi. He looked bothered that Sukuna was in Meg’s body and I know he isn’t really Mr.Emotional but he didn’t even freeze for a sec, he probably got himself ready for any kind of situation in that box and didn’t want either sukuna or kenjaku to see any kind of emotion (weakness) on his face, but this ? He didn’t seem to think much of it, since right after this ⬇️ he already thinks about something else.

Yuji and Yuta also said they had some plans, and Yuki’s diary about the souls ? Something’s going on and I don’t think Meg will be possessed by the end.

When we saw Megumi in the abyss :

I thought I was going crazy for seeing a infinite symbole reflecting on his face,meaning that Gojo will have a role in his saving, but maybe that wasn’t so stupid after all. And even if it’s a reach, that doesn’t really matter. Even if megumi is at the bottom of the abyss, there’s still light, there is still a way out of this, he just is in too much despair to see it.

(I’m still worried about the « let fate toy with you and die like a fool/clown » quote by Reggie tho)

Now about the fight gojo vs kenjaku & sukuna being postpone to the 24th december. When Kenjaku questions it, Gojo says that it would be confusing if Geto dies two different days, but that doesn’t make sense, when he comes out and sees Kenjaku, he tells him to be careful with his words as their will be his last, and he also said he came here to bury Geto properly. He didn’t give a shit about what day it was. So I think he has a plan and that was just an excuse.

The 24th December, the day they are supposed to fight, is obviously an important day for Geto and Gojo, as it is Geto’s death but also the day they (kinda) reconcilated, or at least, came to terms with each others. (Doesn’t that mean the same thing …?)

But it’s also and MAINLY an important day for …

Yuta (and Rika) !!!

Lets not forget that the 24th December was pretty much Yuta’s awakening day. Also, Yuta vs Kenjaku was teased long ago then never bought up again, when Yuta sait he would kill Kenjaku by himself and not let Gojo kill his best friend a 2nd time.

I really don’t think Gege would randomly drop that to never make anything with it again. Maybe we’ll see Yuta surpassing Gojo in term of strength, as he was always teased to be his successor as the strongest sorcerer. I do hope so. In anyway, I think Yuta will play a MAJOR role that day, and that Gojo has something in mind about him.

~~

Overall, I loved this chapter, (bonus points for Shoko wearing sunglasses (I hope they’re gojo’s) looking unimpressed and Kirara filming Gojo’s unboxing)

It makes me so hyped for what’s to come next, even if Gojo learning about Nanami’s, Yaga’s and his students fate will break my heart. I also wonder how he will react seeing Choso alongside everyone, since the last (and first) time he saw him, Choso was pretty much trying to kill him and kill innocent people soooo yeah, maybe he’ll be a little reluctant but if he sees that everyone is chill with him, Choso should be fine haha

During the one month wait for the final fight, I hope we’ll have more interactions between the characters. Especially GOJO AND SHOKO PLEASE their friendship is so cute and I need Gojo to realise that he’s not alone, which might be hard considering the context and their different strength levels (I will adress this more in gojo’s analysis I SWEAR ITS COMING)

But Yeah, after all those fights, I hope we’ll have more development about character’s relationships, and some more world building, especially about the souls stuff and how sukuna who was human became a curse

Thank you for reading !

[frost-felon]

Nah, you're making total sense. Even in the manga itself, a lot of time that could have been used to flesh out the characters (like, ANY of them) is often skipped, even early on. In my reread, I'm trying to keep track of what we're told regarding when events take place, and it's not looking good, lmao. Shibuya takes place somewhere around four months after Yuji and Nobara enter (if only physically, in Nobara's case) Jujutsu Tech, and we get barely any development between her and, say, Megumi¹, before she dies. We get next to nothing for her & Gojo. Megumi's relationship with Yuji is largely defined by Megumi taking Yuji for granted/having his ability to understand and help Yuji be undermined by Megumi's emotional flaws (as in, he treats Yuji as this weird mix between 'my stupid friend that the world should revolve around' and 'my stupid friend that should shut up and listen to me before he gets hurt'). It's fairly-defined, though they almost don't feel like friends at times. Which...

Megumi & Nobara should have known each other for four months, and Yuji should have known them for three months (since he was playing dead for a month). Despite this, I'd wager that Yuji & Nobara are the most fleshed-out, largely owing to their shared time in Nobara's introduction, Blind Obedience/the Death Painting Bros. Arc, and to an extent, Yuji being there for Nobara's unconfirmed death (and his reaction to Megumi's silence to Yuji asking about her status).

Gojo's most-defined relationship to any of his students is Yuji, easily. For Megumi, though...it's vague. Megumi often points out that Gojo is annoying to others, and reacts like Gojo's existence is a walking headache for him, but often thinks of Gojo when something goes wrong. When he was a child, Gojo managed to be the best option he had for a caretaker other than his young (older, but young) sister, but since Gojo isn't old enough to be his father, there tends to be a clash between Megumi's (not a quote:) "I won't let anyone dictate my life, and I decide who is good or bad." mentality and Gojo's irritating persona, which seems to hide a man under enormous pressure that never got to live the childhood he wants to give to all of his students.

Tsumiki's...I genuinely don't believe Gojo's relationship with Tsumiki was ever going to be clarified, unless it was in service of Megumi's character. She largely exists as a plot device and motivation fodder for Megumi, and rarely exists outside of that. As far as I can remember, the closest thing we have to characterization for her (going on a thrill-trip with her classmates) is still largely dependent upon Megumi's worry for her. Like, presumably, Gojo would have interacted with her even if he favored Megumi, but we're never shown this. We're never given a moment to assess what, if anything, Gojo thinks of her, and this seems to be more due to Tsumiki not existing within the story unless she's needed for something to do with Megumi.

¹Even during Kyoto Goodwill, these two don't get a lot of development, and little after. There are multiple reasons for this, but Nobara being pushed to the side in most conflicts the First Years face likely plays a large factor in this.

JJK relationships

One thing I will always kind of lament is how we do not see in depth relationships in jjk.

A big example, and probably the one most talked about, is Megumi and Gojo’s relationship.

We are shown that Gojo has known Megumi for a very long time but we really don’t know WHAT their relationship is.

Megumi says that Gojo is his benefactor but to me, Megumi is definitely the type of person that isn’t truthful about his feelings. And I know the fandom likes to headcanon that they have a father and son relationship but canon doesn’t really give us anything. Especially when it comes to how Gojo feels about Megumi too. So we really don’t know how their relationship truly is and I would have loved to see more from their dynamic.

Like give us flashbacks of found Megumi and how he was with Gojo. How was Gojo with Tsumiki? How did Megumi meet the others?

Similarly with Nobara, Yuji and Megumi. I am not dissatisfied with how their relationships are depicted but I feel like we are missing so much of that group growth!

I’m not quite sure if I am making any sense but what I am trying to say is that I wish Gege put a little more focus on the relationships. Give us the filler episodes, give us the flashbacks, give us the characters building on their relationships.

Idk! Folks can disagree with me on this because Gege does a weird mix of giving us dynamics but not enough to get the full picture if that makes sense!

[smiley-babe]

demonstration

Megumi x Reader (little bit of Yuji)

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warnings: AFAB/ female reader, Exhibitonism, voyuerism, meandom!Megumi, spanking, degradation, poor virgin Yuji, established relationship (Megumi & reader), creampie, aged up Megumi

Summary: Megumi promises to give Yuji a demonstration on how to fuck a girl, the right way.

Wc: 2.3k

You don't know how but the heated kisses shared between you and Megumi end up with you straddling his lap, back to him. Your head is turned to lock lips with his as his fingers run over your slick folds. You're both nude, your pussy is absolutely soaked and begging for attention and his dick throbs under your ass. He's seated on the couch and you're in a sitting reverse cowgirl position, your feet planted on the couch on either side of Megumi's thighs. "Fuck Megumi- Put it in please," you whimper against his lips.

“Mmm. Just be patient baby.” He plunges two fingers into your sopping core and you moan against his lips. “So fucking wet for me.” His tongue parts your lips and you grab a fistful of his hair as you make out.

Suddenly, you hear the door open and close. Your eyes widen and you pull away from Megumi’s lips but he holds you in place with a hand on your hip. Yuji walks into the living room and his eyes widen at your situation. You close your thighs as best as you could. “Yuji what the hell! Get out!,” you yell, covering your breasts with an arm.

Suddenly, you hear the door open and close. Your eyes widen and you pull away from Megumi’s lips but he holds you in place with a hand on your hip. Yuji walks into the living room and his eyes widen at your situation. You close your thighs as best as you could. “Yuji what the hell! Get out!,” you yell, covering your breasts with an arm.

“I asked him to come,” Megumi’s voice sounded behind you. “Yuji was looking for some advice on how to fuck a girl. And who better to teach him than his best friends?” You can feel him smirking while he talks. 

Scowling, you turn to face Megumi. How the fuck could he volunteer you guys without letting you know? “Thanks for letting me know now. I don’t agree to this babe. Make him leave or you’re not touching me anymore.”

He chuckles. “It’s cute that you think you have a say sweet face. Open those legs or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Plus I know this gets you off. Having someone watch you like the slut you are.” Your cunt clenches around nothing, knowing he’s fucking right. It’s one of your kinks you’d rather not share. How Megumi found out, you have no idea. 

Yuji’s face is burning bright red. He didn’t think this was what he was signing up for when he asked for help with his sex life. But now he’s kind of forced to watch his friends fuck in front of him. 

Slowly, you open your legs. Megumi’s hand comes down, smacking your clit, not hard but enough to make your whole body jolt and you to close your legs again. “What the fuck Gumi,” you whine, still reeling from the buzzing pleasure it gave you. 

He hums and smirks at you. “That’s for being a bitch. Open those legs and,” he moves your arm from your boobs, “show Yuji how pretty you are. Sit down Itadori, get comfy.”

The pinkette obliges, not having said a word, scared to say anything, and sinks on the chair across from you guys. Megumi delivers a gentler slap on your slit and you shiver. “Pay attention Itadori.” He starts to point at parts of your pussy, naming them and explaining what does what. You anxiously stay in position, pussy dripping for attention. 

“Megumi,” you protest. He shushes you with kisses on your neck.

He strokes his fingers messily through your folds. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.” His lips brush against your ear, his breath warm on your face. 

You try not to look at the flustered boy sitting across from you but it’s hard. There’s an obvious tent in his sweats as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Megumi I- I don’t think this’ll help me.” He needed to make an excuse to go back to his room and fuck his fist in peace. 

Megumi looks up at his friend. “Feel free to touch yourself if that’s what you need. Just pay attention to what I do.” Yuji hesitates, not sure if that is a good idea. His face burns with embarrassment as he rubs a palm over his crotch, instantly groaning. “You don’t mind if Yuji plays with himself, do you baby?” 

You shake your head, not trusting your voice as Megumi sinks two fingers inside of you once again. He hisses at the warmth enveloping his digits. “See Itadori. She takes my fingers so easily because she’s turned on. Foreplay is the most important part of sex. Try not to skip it unless you’re looking for a quickie or you two feel like you’re going to explode.” 

Crying out, you just accept Yuji’s presence at this point, “Megumi please. More...” Rocking your hips, you try to gain more friction to your throbbing walls. 

He smirks and strokes his fingers faster inside of you, loving your cries, whimpers and moans. His name rolls off your tongue in lustful sighs.  “So good for me,” he whispers in your ear. It was enough to make you clench around his digits.

“Sh- shit,” your hand is shoved back in Megumi’s messy dark locs as you basically ride his fingers to get through your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out and touches your bottom lip. Eagerly, you take his fingers into your mouth, tasting your mess on him. Yuji’s hands grip his sweats as he watches your tongue swirl between Megumi’s soaked fingers.

“Before you do any of this Itadori, take some time to talk to your partner about what you two like and don’t like. For instance, y/n here loves being degraded but she also thrives off of praise, has her cumming hard. We’re now exploring her new kink, exhibitionism.” He pauses, looking at you with a smirk. “We were fucking with the blinds open last time and a neighbor walked by. The rather attractive boy next door right y/n? You liked that he had witnessed you on all fours taking cock like a big girl. That’s why you came not even a couple seconds after I told you you were being watched.”

Opening your mouth to protest, you quickly close it, knowing he is very correct. You curse him for being so fucking observant. He knows your body so well only after being together 3 months. “I really like being watched like a slut Gumi. Pleaaase fuck me in front of Yuji.”

Now the dark haired male can’t ignore the throb between his legs. Hearing your confession to wanting to be watched had him twitching. Megumi glances at the other male who looks very uncomfortable and flustered. He doesn’t know how to make him comfortable for this. It’s too late to turn back. He can either learn something or run off like a coward. 

Megumi slaps his tip against your clit and you shudder. He teases your folds with it, lubing himself up. You try not to whine for him to hurry up. Megumi gets mean when you rush him or try to tell him what to do. 

He hisses when he finally slides his head inside. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked.” All you can respond with his whimpers as you sink down on his dick, stretching your pussy open. He spanks your ass, an indication to hurry the fuck up and ride. You rise up and sink back down, slowly as to get adjusted. “Mmm c’mon baby. We don’t have all night.”

As you grind your hips on him you moan. “You’re big Gumi, hold on.” 

Another smack is delivered to your ass. “Show Yuji how well you take this fucking dick.” His hips snap up to shove him fully inside. Curses fly from you mouth as you bounce up and down on him. Yuji has finally given up, his cock aching painfully from all the blood rushing to it. He’s taken it out, pumping it slowly and squeezing it, watching the pre dribble out of his tip. 

“Go faster Yuji. Match my pace,” you say to him with broken moans in between. The pink haired male gulps and does what you tell him, stroking himself faster and moaning a little from the pleasure. 

Megumi pinches at your erect nipples and groans when feeling how tight you squeeze him. “So good baby. You like that he’s pleasuring himself to us?” You nod and bite your lip. His tip keeps hitting your spot and you’re moaning loudly, moving your hips faster. His fingers rub over your clit. “Go ahead and cum on my dick baby. Look so fucking pretty like this.” Megumi’s words are tipping you over the edge. The wave of your orgasm comes crashing.

“Oh god fuck!” Your legs tremble as you wiggle your hips to ride out your climax. Then strong hands hold your thighs and lift you a bit. His lips kiss down your neck.

With his feet planted on the floor, he fucks into you, immediately angling for your spot. “That’s it baby. Take it.” His cock pounds roughly into you and you cry out in pleasure, tears welling in your eyes and running down your cheeks. All you know is Megumi’s name as you scream it out. Yuji tries to match his rapid thrusts with his hand, whimpering and whining because of his need for release. 

“Meg- megumi want Yuji to cum please.” His blue eyes glance over to his friend that looks like he’s about to explode. He smirks and beckons Yuji over.

“Go ahead and cum on her. She doesn’t care right baby? Just a fucking cum dumpster for us huh baby?” 

At this point you’re moaning and drooling, ready to cum all over Megumi’s dick. “Y- yes Gumi. I’m your cum dumpster.” Yuji moans and whines while cumming on your tits. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, making you moan loudly. “Gumiii oh god yes- Megumi!” 

While coming down from your high you notice Yuji is still standing in front of you, cheeks flushed, panting heavily. You lean a bit and lick a stripe over his slit that’s still dribbling a bit of cum. “You taste good Itadori,” you say licking your lips. 

If his face could get any redder it would at this moment. “Want to watch me fill her dirty hole with my cum?” Megumi smirks at him, pulling out of you. Yuji gulps, afraid to speak his mind. Megumi shrugs, putting you in doggy style position on the couch. “You can leave if you want. I’m not holding you here against your will.” 

His voice is quiet. “I want to watch please.” Pulling is sweats back up, Yuji sits back in the chair he was in earlier. 

Megumi slides back into your needy hole, already clenching around him tightly. His lips are near your ear. “Want me to breed you baby?” 

“Please Megumi please.” He chuckles before pulling out slowly and roughly thrusting back in. Your eyes brim with tears as he abuses your spot over and over. “Feels so gooood~” You’re drooling into the couch, eyes rolled back from the intense feeling his cock is making you feel. 

His hand pushes down on your lower back, making your arch higher. His strokes are deep and hard, making his balls slap against your clit, stimulating it. The pink haired male is getting hard again watching your eyes cross and hearing your whimpers and cries. Megumi’s hand comes down on your ass a couple times, the skin reddening a bit. “Cum for me again sweetheart. I know you can do one more.” His long thin fingers stroke’s your clit. The tightened rope is snapping. 

Your fingers dig into the sofa as you moan loudly. “Yes daddy please. Cum in me pleaaase.” He smirks and keeps pounding into you, his orgasm close. Now he’s letting out little moans while kissing down your back. You can feel his strokes getting deeper and slower, kissing your cervix each time. The feeling of another orgasm creeps up on you. 

“Fucking cum for me you slutty bitch.” Megumi’s hand slaps your ass some more, the sting of pain almost bordering on pleasure. Yuji is trying to take notes of everything Megumi is doing but it’s hard to focus with all the lust coursing through his body. Tears keep running down your cheeks as a sob chokes it’s way up your throat. “That’s it baby. Cry for me.” His hands grip your hips hard and he groans as he starts shooting his cum in spurts deep in your soaked cunt. “Fuuuck~” 

Panting and tired, you lower your hips onto the couch, laying flat on your stomach. “Let Yuji see it baby.” 

Megumi chuckles. “You want Yuji to see your used up slutty hole huh?” He motions the boy to come over. Yuji stands next to the couch as Megumi slowly pulls out, groaning a bit. He spreads your puffy lips, watching his hot seed leak out of your cunt. Yuji can feel his mouth water watching the sight. 

“That- that’s really hot... I have to go take care of myself again. Sorry guys.” Before either of you can speak up, the pink haired male was already sprinting out of your apartment. 

Both of you exchange a look and then start giggling. “Lemme get a towel for you babe.” You nod and watch him disappear. While he’s gone you get an idea. When he comes back you pitch it to him.

“Hey babe.” He hums in response. “Do you think Yuji would be willing to join us next time?” Turning you over, he starts cleaning the cum off your breasts. 

The male shrugs. “He’s probably too shy to join. Did you see how red his face was?” 

You laugh. “I think we put him in shock baby. You should have warned both of us about what you were going to do.” 

He kisses your cheek. “Gotta be spontaneous. Keep you on your toes baby.”

“Okay then we can let the neighbor join next yeah? What’s his name? Choso?”

Megumi makes a face. “Yeah not happening sweetums.”

[epickiya722]

Ooh ooh sukuna for the ask game?

My first impression: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A MASSACRE?! BRO, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I indeed laugh my ass off that Yuji told him off about possessing his body.

My impression now: Favorite anime/manga villain! He's evil, evil, evil. But he's also very entertaining.

Favorite thing about that character: That he is just pure evil. Keep in mind, curses are expected to be creatures of chaos and will destroy anything in their path. But Sukuna was once a human doing evil things. He is a prime example that humans can be just as bad.

Least favorite thing: I'm gonna talk about this later, but I have a love-hate relationship with his relationship with Yuji. It's ironic that those two happen to be my favorite two characters.

Favorite line/scene: It would be too easy to say "gambare gambare". Junichi Suwabe just delivers every time. Honestly, Sukuna has a lot of lines and scenes I like, but to choose one, I'm gonna have to go with a recently animated scene. It's the one time he doesn't say a single word. That scene with Mahito. Mahito ends up in Sukuna's soul room and he's all smug that Sukuna can't touch him but that look in Sukuna's eyes was just devious. It was like he was saying "we'll see about that".

Favorite interaction that character has with another: Hands down, his relationship with Yuji. For once, a character has a "bad side" that is just downright evil. How Yuji and Sukuna clash always have my attention. I love that Yuji doesn't rely on Sukuna for strength or even goes as far as trying to get along with him. And with Sukuna, Yuji is just an annoyance to him. From both sides it's "Ugh, it's you" and I enjoy that.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Except for an interaction they had in the past apparently, I would have loved to see a scene between Uro and Sukuna. That's a fight I gotta see! THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE PINK HAIRED FIGHTERS!!

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: He reminds me of Yami Yugi when he was ruthless. And I mean during season 0 times.

A headcanon about that character: I headcanon that Sukuna loves wearing white because he loves seeing how the blood looks stained on his clothes.

A song that reminds of that character: There is a song called Blood in the Water by Th3rdstream. That song is just... oh my gosh, reminds me of Sukuna. I really like it and maybe I listened to it... more than three times... but that's not important!

An unpopular opinion about that character: Look, I adore Megumi, I do. But Sukuna was not giving when possessing Megumi. Yes, Megumi has a pretty face, but sir! You were giving "I'm an evil bitch and I know it" with the pink hair and painted nails! Paired that with the white? BEST LOOK! Glad he got his pink hair back, but while Sukuna was still Sukuna possessing Megumi... sometimes, just by vibes it looked like Megumi with his hair slicked back, tattoos and he just decided to do bad things. If you're gonna do evil, at least show out in looks, too, doing it! That's not to say I hate Sukuna!Megumi because I don't. I vibe with it, but something about that look is just throwing me for a loop. But! Still rocked with the aura, still pretty evil.

Favorite picture: HE IS SERVING HERE! DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN!!

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[nanamisbbygirl]

starry night 

type: sfw, drabble (fluff)

including:fushiguro megumi x gn!reader 

summary: secretly dating, y/n and megumi find themselves sneaking out to stargaze.(little bonus at the end btw) 

“do you ever try and guess how many stars are in the sky?” you ask megumi, who is laying against the grass, much against his will. there’s a frown on his face as he one arm props his head up like a pillow, and the other is by his side, painfully close to yours. 

he only scoffs at your question, “no, that’s such a waste of time.” you don’t say anything, only humming and looking up, trying your best to read the constellations in the cloudy night sky. your boyfriend can be a bit of a grouch at times, especially when he gets woken up at the middle of the night. but in all honesty, you find his grumpy attitude cute and a little bit endearing.

“that’s such a capricorn thing to say,” you giggle, hardly able to control yourself as they begin to get louder. megumi only grumbled to himself, sitting up as hovering his face over yours. 

“quiet, or you’ll wake the others.” when he notices how close his lips are to yours, his face bursts into a red flush but still, he doesn’t move away. you try to calm down your laughter, looking into his eyes. 

you take the risk and close the distance between you, letting out one last chuckle against his lips, feeling how he melts into you. your warm hands manage to find the cool crook of his neck as your fingers slide into the roots of his wild hair. 

pulling away he lays back down, continuing to stare at you like he’d debating going in for another kiss. yet he’s distracted when you smile. 

“i don’t really care how many stars are in the sky, there’s only one that matters to me.” 

megumi takes a deep breath, not saying anything right away only to breath out what he thinks you mean. “right, the sun.” 

“no, idiot.” you moved onto your stomach while megumi’s hand subconsciously wrapped around you to sit on the small of your back. “you, you’re the only star in my life.” 

desptie the smile on your face, megumi groaned loudly, ashamed something so cliche could make his heart flutter. 

“that’s the cheesiest thing i’ve ever heard.” your laugh once again filled his ears. you apologized with a wide grin, kissing him once more to solidify your happiness. 

bonus: 

“did you hear that?” nobara asked, looking out her window, cupping her hands over her eyes like binoculars. 

“is it a cursed spirit?” itadori asked, trying to see what his friend was staring at. 

“no you moron,” she hissed, only to see two familiar sets of hair—and to see them kissing nonetheless. nobrara gasped, “no way.” 

“what? what is it?” itadori whined, letting his eyes following in the direction of her finger. “is that... l/n-san and fushiguro?” 

“mhm.” “they’re together? since when?” 

“does it matter, everyone’s in a relationship but me!” she whined. itadori quickly tried to concole her, pointing out the fact that he too, was single. “not helping yuji!” the first year fell back on her bed, pouting. 

itadori, on the other hand took out his cellphone, snapping a picture of his friends who were, not-so-secretly dating. he looked at the photo, smiling, “nice.” 

[glystenangel]

how the jjk men react when hearing your couple song

yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo x gn!reader

tags/warnings: fluff, i mean it everyone is a big ol softie, kinda domestic vibes, established relationships, pet names like babe and darling are used

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Yuji--------------------------------------------------------------------------

He’s casually pushing the grocery cart along as you search the aisle for cereal, and he runs a sluggish hand through his pink hair. A yawn is about to escape his lungs when all of a sudden, he gasps.

“Babe! It’s our song!”

“No way!” You echo his gasp, and then your heart beats with rapid excitement at recognizing the tune being played throughout the store.

“How’d they know?” Yuji rolls the cart to the side of the aisle, leaning against it and stuffing his hands into his hoodie.

“I can’t believe it.”

You turn to smile at him, box in hand, and then lift your head up in an attempt to locate which speaker the music is coming from. The fluorescent lights make you squint, and you sense Yuji come to your side.

He quickly takes the cereal from you to chuck it back onto the shelf and pulls you into a dance. You mildly pretend to protest, but you both know that you can’t resist indulging him. 

You’re both beaming as he spins you around, and you hold each other tightly with eyes full of affection. The capable strength of his arms allows him to easily and literally sweep you off your feet, and you can’t help but love him even more with each passing moment. His light brown eyes narrow into happy crescents, and the sight of that paired with his handsome grin makes your own smile brighten further. Between his kind heart and uncanny ability to keep you smiling, it was a given that you only wanted to be with him.

When he starts trying to loudly serenade you with the lyrics, you lightly smack his solid chest.

“Yuji! Stop!”

He only gets louder, and you shake your head before joining him.

“Shut up!” You hear a gruff yell from the next aisle over, and then you both give each other a shocked look before bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

When you finally calm down, he gives you an affectionate kiss on the lips.

“I love you so much.”

Megumi---------------------------------------------------------------------

You’re laying on his chest, slotted between his legs and feeling his hands stroke down your back as you cuddle on the couch. Your own hands are playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and you relish how safe he makes you feel. Music is tranquilly playing from the living room speaker and you ease into his embrace, happy to be spending your down time with the one you love the most.

When you and Megumi’s song begins playing, a contented feeling enters your chest. The feeling only deepens when Megumi starts softly singing along to the tune.

You lift your head to look at him, and he immediately blushes and stops.

“Why’d you stop?” You shift closer to him, and he resolutely avoids your gaze as if pretending he hadn’t been doing anything.

“Keep going, it’s nice.” You prop yourself onto your elbows, and he shyly returns your intent gaze.

He bites his lip and moves to cover your eyes with a hand, “Okay, but don’t look at me.”

You blink your eyes in surprise beneath his palm, but say nothing. Fully aware of how easily embarrassed Megumi can get, you patiently wait for him to continue.

The lilt of his voice is low and melodious as he hums and sings the words, and you close your eyes to listen more closely to the pleasant sound. You can feel his cadence gently reverberating in his chest as you rest your fingertips over his heart, and a smile graces your lips.

The song ends, and when you open your eyes again Megumi’s hand is gone and his attentive green ones are on yours. 

“Did you like it?” He asks, caressing the side of your face.

“Mhm, and I like you.”

The sentiment makes his shoulders fully relax, and you blissfully close your eyes again when he gives you fond kisses to your cheeks and lips.

“I like you too.”

Nanami---------------------------------------------------------------------

“Darling?” Nanami calls from the kitchen, and you glance up from the couch where you have your laptop balanced on your knees.

“Yes?”

“I’m making pasta, do you want some?” He pokes his head out to look at you, and you instantly warm at seeing his tired face. Every time you see the slight frown on his face, it always makes you want to kiss the furrowed area between his brows.

“Sure, I can help cook too!” You briefly set your songs to shuffle as cooking background music before setting your laptop down onto the coffee table.

When you step into the kitchen, you find yourself smiling upon seeing Nanami standing at the stove. The man is fresh out of the shower, blond hair mussed and his tall frame draped in a t-shirt and pajama pants. It greatly contrasts the suits he wears to work every day, and it makes your heart squeeze with pride at being one of the few to see him this way.

You happily envelop your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek into his back and immediately feeling his rich chuckle tickle your face.

“Hi, darling.”

“Hi.” You raise your head and he’s peeking down his shoulder to gaze at you.

“Is that our song playing?” 

You pause to listen, and the song filled with memories and your love for each other is indeed playing.

“It is!”

He sends you a small smile, placing a hand over the ones you have wrapping tightly around his stomach.

“We should listen to it before we go to bed too.”

“You’re not sick of it yet?” You tease.

He lowers the heat of the stove and sets down the spoon he was stirring to remove your hands from his waist. Turning to face you, he keeps your hands grasped in his, rubbing tender circles over the back of your hands.

His eyes meet yours with a firm yet adoring look.

“No, never.”

“Never?” You coyly bat your eyelashes, and he moves his hands to cup the sides of your face. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, simply admiring you in the low light of the kitchen before sweetly kissing you.

A satisfied smirk spreads across his lips when he pulls away, “Never.”

Choso-----------------------------------------------------------------------

The radio in the garage is blasting as you play assistant to Choso, handing him wrenches in varying sizes and whatever else he needs to fix the grating noise his most recent vintage car restoration project has been making for weeks.

“Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with this thing.” He complains, rolling out from underneath the vehicle and wiping his brow as he sits up.

“I don’t think I’ve had this problem with a car before.”

You hear the distinctive metallic clink of him dropping a wrench to the garage floor and a frustrated frown overtakes his dark features. The defined muscles of his arms and shoulders are glistening with sweat and a few splotches of car grease, which you appreciatively take in. Even angry, you find him astoundingly attractive, though you decide to not voice that particular thought as he pinches at the black mark streaked across his nose bridge in annoyance.

You hand him a rag, and he gratefully wipes his face and arms before tossing it over his shoulder. He stares up at you as you lean against the side of the car, rearranging tools thoughtfully.

“Have you asked Todo? He was talking about something similar with his car last week.” 

Choso shakes his head, jostling the spiky bundles of his inky black hair, “Different thing, but it’s a good idea to run it by him. Thanks, babe.”

“Of course, babe.” You shut the tool box with a snap and come to stand in front of him, holding out your hand.

He smiles at the gesture and makes to grasp your hand, only to pull you into his arms instead of standing.

“Ow! Choso.” You chide after stumbling into his embrace, but he only laughs and holds you closer.

A familiar harmony breaks through the static of the radio, and you peer up at him with a smile.

“It’s our song.” He returns your grin, raising his eyebrows and lovingly crossing his arms behind your waist.

“It is.” You happily confirm, “Do you remember when we first heard it?”

Choso lets out an amused scoff, “Oh God, I wish I could forget.”

“No! That day was so fun!” You cry out, though the smile never leaves your face.

“I don’t know how you convinced me to go roller skating.” He groans, “We fell flat on our asses so many times.”

“Yeah, but that’s what made our bond stronger!” 

“Fair. I mean, the bruise you got on your left buttcheek was pretty cute too.” 

At that, you poke his nose indignantly, “You don’t get to say that, it was your fault!”

“I made up for it by cushioning your fall.” Choso defends with a laugh, “Plus, that was when this song started playing, and you realized you were in love with me.”

“That was you! You got all goo goo eyed staring up at me from the floor until that worker told you to get up and stop blocking the flow of the rink.”

An offended expression crosses his features, “Not even. Babe, once we got off the rink and treated ourselves to that pity shaved ice, you kissed me. Then, you told me this was going to be our song from now on because- And I quote, ‘we needed to turn this into a positive’.”

Your cheeks warm as he tosses your past words back at you, “And was I wrong?”

He tilts his head with a smirk, “No, babe, you’re always right.”

You nod satisfactorily, and lean forward to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“And don’t you forget it.”

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End Notes: this idea would not leave me even if i wanted it to, it's so precious GUH! 🥺💘💗

hope you enjoyed<3

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || relationship things

request: Can you do sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for Fushiguro

note: hello love! i wouldn’t mind doing some hcs for our little shy bean! tbh, i am not going to lie, this did not take me long to thing lmao - this is my first nsfw work on this blog tho! so this was definitely fun.

pronouns: them/they

note: aged-up!fushiguro! x reader, nsfw content below - please skip if you’re uncomfortable

other than that, enjoy~

sfw

if you two ever share a home together, i feel like he’s the kind of guy who would string fairy lights around your home because it’s cozy to him? 

definitely have dog themed couple items - matching dog themed slippers, mugs, even decorative plates if you allow him to

bet you they are both modelled after his shikigami dogs - since they were the first shikigami to submit to him. so they always hold a special place in his heart

i feel like even though he trains hard, he still likes to keep his hands in good condition. so there is tubes of hand lotion scattered everywhere, at the most random of places by the way

speaking to that - you two might have manicure weekends at home; where he’d spend some time just trimming and caring for his hands and fingernails. he’d do yours if you ask him to

sometimes he’d come home dead tired and just collapses on you wordlessly - wrapping his arms around you tightly whilst burying his face into your neck 

would sigh in content when you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, just running your fingers through his hair gently and tracing your fingers down the back of his neck

if you try to ask him about work, he’d either tell you everything in detail or nothing at all - there is no in between 

most times it’s just him grumbling about gojo and yuji, who he’d once said they both ‘shave so many years off my life just by breathing’

when he’s away on missions, he’ll call you just so you two can go about your day. no words are needed, but he just wants to hear you go about your day. it calms him down, and reminds himself that you’re going to be there for him

weekend visits to his sister - who survived the Shibuya incident and is now recovering slowly under the care of Ieiri (this is not canon by the way - in the manga we still have no idea how things are gonna turn out for her after the whole Geto thing)

having random members of the zen’in clan coming to your shared home asking if you’d talk to them about trying to convince fushiguro to become a zen’in

if fushiguro is home at the time, he’d send his devine dog on them; listening to their terrified screams with a pleased smile as they ran away from your home

“that’s not really nice, gumi.” 

“yeah, yeah - wanna go grab some bingsu?”

honey, you are set for life by the way - mans can cook a bomb ass meal. and from what we know, learns quick too. so if you want to try something new, just give him a few minutes to google and watch a tutorial on it and i bet your ass he can recreate it down to a t

feel like he gives the best massages - don’t tell me otherwise. his hands are definitely made for more then just battles

enjoys it when you would whisper sweet nothings to him after a long week of work - getting more and more cuddly the longer you shower him in praises

he’s more talkative around you compared to others, more willing to share his emotions and how he’s feeling - even though sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words

he lets you wear his clothes - shirts, sweaters, hoodies, sweats. you name it, he’d just gives it to you. finds it cute how you’re drowned in the fabric

enjoys blow drying your hair; idk, i just see him with a peaceful expression on his face, carefully blow drying your hair for you after a warm shower together

would give you actual advice on your outfit - i feel like he’s the one who helps yuji and nobara put together their outfits together whenever they go out of town

nothing is out of place in your home - there is always a compartment for it, or a space on the shelf, or in a drawer

cooking dates together - if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you. if you can cook, you two will try something new together

feel like he’s a dark chocolate fanatic - so you guys will always have a shit ton of chocolate in your home

on some days you’ll come home and just have nue stretched out over your living room, your boyfriend just watching the tv before him whilst petting the owl-like shikigami like it’s a domesticated cat

“oh, hey babe.” he’d greet with a casual nod at you whilst you stand in the hallway, blinking in confusion

idk, i feel like you two have a chilled but lowkey chaotic relationship - since he is friends with gojo, yuji and nobara. but it’s still really loving, with more physical instead of verbal shows of affection. you’ll be treated like a queen/king, and as long as megumi has it, he will make sure you know how much he loves you, even if he’s not by your side due to work

nsfw

okay, i get he’s all innocent and is dense in everything else besides jujutsu - but you have to remember this dude’s dad is fushiguro fucking togi

don’t tell me this man is kink-less - there is no fucking way 

i mean yeah, when you two first get down and dirty together, i feel like he’s all awkward and unsure at first, since he didn’t want to hurt you 

but i get this vibe that he knows exactly what he wants - but let’s remember he’s still a shy bean that refuses to do anything with you until he is 100% comfortable

stress sex happens often - i can bet you that this man will probably come home with a dark look on his face, push you onto the nearest flat surface and just grinds against your ass

people keep saying that he’s a boobs man - and i can see that. doubt he really gives a shit about the size, he just enjoys how he can play with your nipples and have you squirm underneath him 

he enjoys tugging your hair - there is just something about wrapping your soft strands between his fingers whilst he fucks you hard; hearing your voice loud and clear

feel like he’s a doggy man; enjoys running his large hand down your back and gripping the back of your neck. how he can shove your face into the mattress whilst fucking you silly from the back

lowkey has a dumbification kink - enjoys whenever you fucked so good by him that you’re basically drooling and babbling absolute nonsense at him

enjoys leaving hickeys on places you’d never notice at first - on your back, back of your hip, small of your back, shoulder blades. he enjoys you coming up to him with a blush on your face and smacking his shoulder, whining to him that nobara and maki saw the hickeys he left all over to you

bruises on your hips are also a common thing too - he’s hands are so strong and rough that sometimes he just forgets that your skin is delicate and you can bruise easily. he’ll apologise, then add new ones on top of the old ones 

enjoys choking you as well - loves to feel your racing pulse under his fingertips and how you tighten around him whenever he tightens his old around you more

dacryphilia - definitely feels a thrill go through him when you’d look up at him with tear soaked lashes and stained cheeks. makes him take you harder 

doesn’t always enjoy a blowjob - idk why, i feel like he’s more into giving that receiving. goes with his dacryphilia kink too - will stay with his head between your thighs until you’re crying and shaking whilst you try to push him away

definitely enjoys pinning you down, either with his hands or with ropes and handcuffs, but he’s not interested in the entire bdsm thing

enjoys buying you lacy lingerie, regardless of what gender you are, and just have you put them on to show him; only to then rip it off of you as he pins you down on the sofa

he’s somewhat of a soft dom, he wants to protect you and always make sure you’re going to be enjoying yourself. but he’s not above using your body for his own pleasure

he’s not a loud man - a loud grunt from time to time, low groans and growls. but he’s not loud in bed. but enjoys it when you’re loud

man loves the aftercare process - cleans you up gently with a towel, making sure you’re hydrated, getting you snacks if you’re hungry, rubbing your sore muscles. he views it as intimate and cherishes those moments when you lean on him the most

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[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' WHEN YOU KABEDON THEM !

an. not v proofread other than inumakis bc im in love. srry gojos is so short i could not think of much

ft. gojo, nanami, inumaki, junpei x gn!reader

wc. 0.7k

genre. fluff

tw. one or two swear words

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GOJO SATORU — you had gotten the idea from an anime you had recently watched and decided to try it out on your boyfriend! . big mistake. gojo straight up just smirks. you know that smirk. he literally just grabs your arm and spins you around, and suddenly your the one with your back pressed against a wall, his arms on either side of you. all you wanted was to fluster and tease your boyfriend and of course he turned it around. gojo hadn’t really thought much about kabedons (or ever), but now that he’s here, gojo decides he likes it quite a bit don’t be surprised when just a week later you find yourself in the exact same position.

NANAMI KENTO — what are you doing.png. nanami’s like “you good?” LOL. just doesn’t really get it. but he does think you look pretty cute trying to keep such a serious face in such a silly position. eventually you realise you won’t get a reaction out of your boyfriend and just give up. it does stay in the back of nanami’s mind however. he gets curious one day, and decides that the perfect time to try out your little trick is right now - in the middle of your date, in a public place, while you ate your ice cream, completely distracted. another big mistake. you literally scream when your boyfriend kabedons you all of a sudden, in a fucking public place! nanami is very confused when you drop your ice cream to drag him away, a flustered look on your face. i mean, he was pretty sure he did it right? when you explain it to him he apologizes and says he won’t do it again - unless you ask him to, maybe in a private setting this time?

INUMAKI TOGE — you had seen maki (accidentally, to be honest) kabedon nobara, and wanted to try it out on inumaki to see his reaction! inumaki just laughs when you do. BAHUDH IM SORRY HE CAN’T HELP IT. he might even step out from under your arms and push them down (fucking gremlin i love him) - however, inumaki does think it’s pretty adorable watching you get all flustered at his nonchalant reaction and it makes him think about doing it back to you. he probably does it the day after you do (listen he has a lot of late night thoughts and kabedoning you was taking the rest over okay). he will also do it in front of everyone else, no shame. everyone is just getting ready to go eat lunch and inumaki will suddenly (gently) push you into the hallway wall, his arms encasing you. inumaki is most definitely also the type to lean in super close to your face, staring straight into your eyes the entire time, ps. yuji and panda would cheer him on. maki and megumi would gag. nobara is in between. as soon as inumaki sees you nervously glancing around at anything but him and (not really) trying to push him off, he knows he’s succeeded and is now very happy his late night thoughts are no longer occupied by kabedoning you (they’re still filled with you though). inumaki will just walk away humming after he succeeds in completing his mission.

YOSHINO JUNPEI — dies. like his soul straight up just goes to heaven. he’s a spluttering, stuttering mess. will not look you in the eyes either, he quite literally might explode if he does and neither of you want that happening. junpei can only dream about doing it back to you, but he’s way too shy - so yuji decides to give him a little help instead! yuji was there when you nearly murdered your poor boyfriend, and (although yuji usually sucked at social cues) he could tell by junpei’s incessant fidgeting and crimson cheeks that he liked it a lot. so later on when he sees you two casually talking, your back inches from a wall and junpei’s back inches away from yuji - well, he just slips! junpei stumbles over his own two feet, and not wanting to even put a scratch on you immediately steadies himself on the wall behind you. he only realises what he’s done when he hears a little gasp come from your lips, and realises that he’s suddenly in a shojo manga (although he always thought your relationship did feel very shojo manga ish) junpei immediately apologizes, but he doesn’t pull away.

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

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