#idk mane im just spitting words out atp

[mymegumi]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ you just know

feat. fushiguro megumi

contents. fluff!

summary. there wasn’t a world where megumi is without you. there isn’t a universe where he doesn’t know you. and there isn’t a soul of his anywhere that doesn’t love yours just as dearly. in time, the two of you always find your way to each other, and neither of you can ever manage to let go.

fate isn’t real.

it just can’t be, because if fate was real, why did megumi just happen to know how all of his favorite movies ended before he had even watched them? it seems cruel to him, that he’s been cursed with this knowledge that no matter how well a movie manages to hide the plot twist in the trailer, eventually when he watches the full thing in theaters, he is met with disappointment.

itadori just doesn’t understand. megumi had tried to divulge this secret anguish to his friend and was met with a slap on the back and a ‘well, just don’t think so hard next time!’ which had helped him with his dilemma literally not at all.

kugisaki had been more sympathetic, though, and given him a tight-lipped smile accompanied by an awkward chuckle. he doesn’t think she fully understands, but her insincere concern was better than full-blown ignorance.

which is where he finds himself now, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck as he awaits your answer on his soul-consuming and life-shattering personality flaw. currently, you’re pursing your lips, eyebrows furrowing with a small little wrinkle forming between them.

he wants to reach out and smooth the wrinkle away.

“i think it’s a valid concern.”

he breathes a sigh of relief and can feel a weight fall off of his shoulders, mentally sagging a little bit at your response.

“because if i watched a thousand movies and knew the ending to all of them, i’d feel a little bummed.” you nod your head a little as you answer, hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder lightly.

you giggle, eyes lighting up as he moves forward to wrap his arms around your waist. “were you really that upset about it, ‘gumi?”

burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide his faint blush, he shakes his head and murmurs a soft ‘no’. he knows that you don’t buy his answer, but he’s grateful you don’t push him any further on it.

pulling back, you slide your hands down until they’re interlocked with his own. your smile is radiant and he can hardly believe a simple hug could’ve left you so stunningly happy.

and this is why he can’t imagine a life without you. he’d been worried over something so trivial, so insignificant in comparison to the bigger picture of jujutsu sorcerers and evils wanting to rip the world as he knew it from the seams. and yet, you’d managed to ease his trouble with barely even a word.

he loves you.

from the deepest part of his soul, he knows that he loves you and wouldn’t let anything keep him from you. you are his as much as he is yours and he wants to spend the rest of his days proving it.

but he falters a little.

there aren’t words to describe it. nothing to say that could be bigger than what he could show you instead. where he’s so eloquent with words in his mind, he finds his mouth doesn’t always say what he means. instead, he holds the door open for you, wipes the blood from your cuts after your fights, and holds you as you mourn the loss of friend after friend.

he can’t say it, but somehow he knows that you know. knows that you know how much you mean to him. the words won’t leave his mouth, but you always smile with a twinkle in your eye, kiss the corner of his mouth when it feels like cotton’s stuck in his throat, you press your hand into his and squeeze when it feels like his words are tangled on his tongue.

because you always know, when it comes to him.

he squeezes your hand, and smiles when you squeeze his back.