#megumi fushiguro x reader

[areislol]

ignoring their "i love you" — jjk men

pairings— gojo, geto, choso, nanami, yuji, megumi, yuta, sukuna, toji x fem/afab! reader

warning — might be occ, fluff, crack/silly moments. established relationships

a/n— my first time writing for jjk i pray that it's good enough 🙏

wordcount. 6.9k

satoru gojo

✧ oh boy, he's the type to tease you back (or well, is playful about it), he knows you better than yourself and you're sure that he's some sort of fortune teller... the amount of times that he takes your teasings and pranks as a joke is LETHAL.

✧ (well in the back of satoru's mind it's all a guess, 50/50. there's a 50% chance that you are joking and he was lucky or the other 50% chance that you're being deadass and he just messed up even more. but it's all a gamble that he never fails)

✧ satoru himself is playful, always teasing you whenever he can although sometimes he can never read the room which usually results in a smack on his head.

—

your boyfriend, satoru gojo, stands by the door, ready to leave for the gym, he turns to you with his usual carefree smile. the sunlight streaming through the window catches his white hair. with his athletic bag slung over his shoulder, he looks every bit the confident sorcerer you know him to be.

“i’m heading out. love you!” he says, his tone casual yet affectionate.

you resist the urge to say it back as you pretend to be distracted by your own thoughts and your phone, you try your hardest to fight back the urges to take a peek at your lover's reaction, but that would ruin everything.

he raises an eyebrow, noticing your silence.his smile widens into a playful grin, and he steps back into the room, closing the distance between you with a few quick strides.

“oh, come on,” he says, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “you know you love me,” he states, his striking, vivid blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

gojo leans in closer, his face inches from yours. “didn’t think you could get away with not saying it back, did you?” his tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth behind his words that reassures you he’s not truly upset.

"get away with what?" you managed to stifle back a giggle and suppress a smile from creeping to your cheeks. you avert your gaze knowing that if you were to take another look at him, your heart would combust and you would absolutely melt right in front of him, ruining the prank.

he gently takes your hand and presses it against his chest. “feel that? that’s the heart you’re breaking every time you don’t say it back,” he says dramatically, your eyes lock with him as you feel his much larger, calloused hands holding over yours, positioning it on his chest.

gojo was always dramatic and his over-the-top expression didn't help, it only made you giggle at his adorable yet funny actions.

gojo straightens up, a satisfied smile on his face. “there it is,” he says, pointing at your smile. “that’s what I wanted to see.”

he gives you a quick peck on the forehead and starts to head out again, but not before throwing one last glance over his shoulder. “i’ll let you off the hook this time. but i still want to hear it before i leave,” he says with a playful smirk.

you shake your head with a smile. "i love you too, 'toru." at your words he grinned ear to ear feeling elated.

"thanks babe!" as he finally leaves, you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. gojo’s playful teasing always manages to make even the smallest moments feel special.

suguru geto

✧ suguru geto doesn't tease you much, he has a more enigmatic demeanour, usually whenever you do pull pranks on him he's curious at first, then concerned, but in the end it all turns out right and you get the reaction you want much to suguru's dismay.

✧ it would be the first time doing this prank, the only times that you would not reciprocate his "i love you" was when you were truly mad, and his reactions never failed to make your heart beat uneasily.

✧ on rare occasions suguru responds playfully or teases you back, rarely. no matter what he says or does, you'll always end up with either reaction. 1. blushing messing + you melt into a puddle right there and then or 2. caught off guard by his once-in-a-blue-moon response.

—

suguru geto stands by the door, ready to leave for his next task. he finishes patting his clothes down. once he's done geto looks at you with those deep, black eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“i’m heading out. i love you,” he says, his voice soft and sincere.

you don't reply, opting to continue reading your book as you sit on your shared bed. the brief silence that follows feels longer than it is, and you can carefully take a sneak peek at your man, you notice the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, but he doesn't push.

instead, he maintains that warm, understanding gaze, showing that he’s aware of your schemes.

geto's smile remains, unwavering in its warmth. he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you with a kind of graceful ease. he sits himself down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing gently against your cheek in a tender, reassuring gesture.

“it’s okay,” he says softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth and reassurance. “i’ll get that ‘i love you’ next time.”

there’s no trace of frustration in his expression, only deep patience. although you couldn't deny a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

geto’s hand lingers for a moment, his thumb softly tracing the contour of your cheek. you gawk at him, feeling his warm palms on your cheek and before you could speak he suddenly gets up and takes a step back, but not before giving you one last comforting smile.

“take care,” he adds, his tone gentle and full of affection.

as he turns to leave, you watch him go, feeling guilty. shit, now you feel bad. you hop out of bed, running out the door and into the living room where you spot geto just in front of the door.

"wait! suguru!" you catch up to him, gripping his sleeve with a guilty face. he turns around, raising his brow. "yes, what is it?" you waste no time in replying, feeling that if you didn't say it quick you'd upset him even more.

"i love you" you said, feeling a weight being lifted off your shoulder. you let out a sigh before thanking yourself internally. your eyes remain on geto's face, and so does he.

he smiles ever so tenderly before patting your head, leaving the top of your hair a bit messy, "and i love you more."

after pressing a gentle kiss on your temple he closes the door behind him with a soft click, but the warmth of his presence and his words linger in the air. you’re left standing there, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

choso

✧ the type to freak out. choso LOVES you to death, the thought of you losing feelings for him absolutely destroys him. he acts like a kicked puppy, and when you don't reciprocate his love he's already thinking about every possible thing that he could have done to wrong his beloved.

✧ but as time goes on he slowly but surely gets better at recognizing when you are and aren't joking, only this time he failed in detecting your prank.

✧ if you were to drag out the prank and continue to ignore him even after seating himself down beside you he MIGHT just cry.

—

choso is calm and collected as he slips his shoes on, ready to go to the gym. “i’m heading out, i'll be back in three hours or more. i love you,” he says, his voice soft and gentle.

a couple minutes before you decide to pull a little prank (to ignore your boyfriend), you bite back a smile and remain silent, pretending to be distracted by something on your phone. a brief silence hangs in the air, and choso’s brow furrows slightly.

he repeats himself, his voice still tender but with a hint of concern creeping in.

“i love you,” he says again, his eyes searching yours for any sign of acknowledgment.

you continue to act oblivious, and the more seconds that pass the more worried he gets. choso steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm, his touch warm but now slightly trembling with worry.

“hey, i love you,” he repeats for the third time, his voice now tinged with an edge of panic.

your silence continues, and choso’s eyes widen. his calm demeanour begins to crack, replaced by a semi-freaked-out expression. he steps even closer, his face a mix of confusion and worry.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice urgent. “did I do something wrong? please, talk to me.”

your silence continues, and choso’s eyes widen. his calm demeanour begins to crack, replaced by a semi-freaked-out expression. he steps even closer, his face a mix of confusion and worry.

you can see the genuine panic in his eyes, and your heart aches at the sight. but you continue playing on, you look up at him looking clueless. "aren't you leaving? it's already 10 am."

choso sits down on the couch, his eyes scanning your face as he holds onto your hands. "i'm not going anymore." he replies before wrapping his arms around your waist, and placing his head on your lap.

you resist the urge to squish him to death at his cute actions but hold it back. "and why's that?" you questioned, running your fingers through his soft hair. he hums in satisfaction almost forgetting about his feelings before responding.

"you didn't say i love you back." his voice held such sadness your heart ached. "maybe because you did something wrong.." at your words he suddenly sat up, curious about what he had done wrong yet also full of regret.

"what did i do? how can i fix it? what—" deciding the prank has gone on long enough, you finally break into a smile and laugh softly.

“i’m just messing with you, choso. i love you too.”

relief floods his face, and he lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing. he gives you a look that’s a mix of exasperation and comfort at the fact that he didn't do anything wrong.

“you really had me worried there,” he sighed with mild reproach. “don’t do that again.”

he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close as if to reassure himself that everything is alright.

"you still going to the gym?"

"no."

kento nanami

✧ oh this PAINS you to do this to YOUR MANNNN 😩😩

✧ he would be so persistent in asking what's wrong, nanami 100% knows that he didn't do anything wrong and even if he did he'd have you laughing in no time. you're his queen, his princess, his goddess. to see you upset let alone because of HIM? oh, he'd do anything to make you happy.

✧ the type to stay home with you until you explain what's wrong, groceries can wait (even if you did ask him to get some of your new cravings).

—

kento nanami loves you. some might even say that he loves you more than life itself (cough cough which is true cough cough). currently, he stood beside the entry door table, getting his keys.

"i'm going to get some groceries, do you want anything?" he asked, adjusting the watch on his wrist. you hummed softly, thinking for a bit. "noooo.. i'm good thank you." you replied, typing on your phone and doing whatever.

nanami pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with focused eyes. you look up from your phone and right back at him, ah, there goes that knowing look. a few seconds passed by before you finally replied.

"okay, fine. could i have some sweets? or dessert.. or maybe pickles with whipped cream?" for some odd reason your cravings have been intensifying, not that nanami minds. whatever his queen wants she will get.

nanami nods his head with a small smile, "sure." as he gets ready to leave for the grocery store he opens the door slightly. "alright i'm leaving now, i love you!"

"okay, bye!" you replied before remaining silent, fighting to keep a straight face. nanami pauses, his hand still on the doorknob. his brow furrows slightly, and a hint of concern flashes in his eyes. he’s not one to overreact, but he immediately senses that something might be off.

nanami turns back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the situation. he looks down at his shoes for a second before letting out a sigh and closing the doors. he steps closer to you, his concern growing more apparent.

“is everything alright?” he asks, his voice calm but tinged with a subtle note of worry. “you didn’t respond.”

you cock your head to the side. "to what?" nanami takes a deep breath before gently repeating himself, hoping that you would reciprocate.

“i said, i love you,” he repeats, his tone slightly softer, almost coaxing.

your continued silence only deepens his concern. "i know... i said 'bye'" nanami narrows his eyes, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm in a gesture of reassurance.

“if something’s bothering you, we can talk about it,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “i don’t want to leave if something is wrong.”

you can see the genuine worry in his eyes, and it takes everything in you to keep from laughing. nanami’s grip on your arm tightens slightly, his concern palpable. his usual stoic demeanour is starting to crack under the weight of his worry for you.

“please just say something,” he implores, his voice almost desperate now. “i don’t want to leave like this. not when you're mad.”

you shake your head. "but i'm not mad, if anything i'm starving" which, was the truth, you were hungry. and nanami knew that, but your hunger had to wait just for a bit.

"i will leave right now if you say i love you back," he spoke, the pit of his stomach twisting. when you don't respond he lets out a sigh of defeat.

finally, you can’t hold it in any longer. you burst out laughing, the sound breaking the tense atmosphere. nanami’s eyes widen in surprise and then narrow as he realizes he’s been pranked.

“you’re joking?” he asks, “you gave me a fright.”

still laughing, you reach out and take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist. but your face is to die for!"

nanami lets out a deep breath, shaking his head with a half-smile. “you scared me,” he admits, pulling you into a small hug. “please, don’t do that again.”

you don't reply and instead, let out a soft hum. "can't promise you that but i'll try..." trying was more than enough. before he leaves he gives you one last affectionate glance over his shoulder. "i love you"

"i love you, too.” you replied with a smile, waving goodbye.

yuji itadori

✧ oh this poor baby..

✧ despite being an optimistic and cheerful person, the ache in his heart is too much to ignore when you ignore his "i love you" because he values deep connections!!!!

✧ he’ll initially try to brush it off with a smile, but deep down, he’ll wonder if he’s not enough for you.

—

yuji had never been one to keep his feelings bottled up. his heart was as open as his smile, and today, as he sat next to you on the porch, he decided to go for it.

"hey, [y/n], i love you!" he said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity, as though he were telling you it was sunny outside. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your usual response—some playful tease, a smile, anything.

but you didn’t say anything.

he blinked, a bit confused at first, then shrugged it off with a nervous chuckle. “heh, okay, i get it, maybe not the right moment for the mushy stuff.” he scratched the back of his head, the awkwardness settling in.

but when you didn’t respond for a long stretch of time, yuji’s grin started to falter. he looked at you, then away, then back at you again, wondering if he had said something wrong. "did i do something wrong?" he tried, forcing a playful tone.

still nothing.

yuji’s face flushed slightly, his inner monologue starting to spiral. "come on, [y/n], you always joke around with me when i say stuff like that. why are you acting so quiet? i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything..." he trailed off, unsure of how to handle the sudden tension.

as the silence stretched, yuji shifted uncomfortably. his hand fumbled with the edge of his sleeve as he tried to laugh it off again, though it was shaky this time. "uh, i mean… i guess it’s not that big of a deal, right? just me being all dramatic. ha-ha… yeah, right."

you could see the strain in his smile. yuji wasn’t used to being ignored, especially not by you. you, who always welcomed his antics with your own brand of humor and lighthearted responses. he thought maybe this was a one-time thing—he had caught you off guard, or maybe you were busy—but as the minutes passed, that thought began to dissipate.

"you know," yuji finally said, his voice softening, "i didn’t mean to make things weird. i just... really care about you, that’s all."

you could feel the weight of his words, and for a split second, you almost felt bad for having stayed silent. but the thrill of playing with his emotions just a little bit longer was too sweet.

“so…” yuji glanced at you again, trying to gauge your reaction, but you remained calm, unfazed. “are you gonna say something back, or am i just gonna spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong?”

you pretended to think about it for a moment. “maybe i just don’t feel the same way,” you teased, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

yuji’s eyes widened, and his heart nearly skipped a beat. “wait, seriously?” he gasped, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief.

but before he could panic, you finally looked at him, your expression barely holding back a laugh. “i’m messing with you, dummy,” you said, shaking your head with a grin.

yuji let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, slumping forward dramatically. "you really got me there," he muttered, though the smile that stretched across his face told a different story. “you’re lucky i love you so much, [y/n].” he flashed you a grin that was pure sunshine.

“i know,” you replied, rolling your eyes, but still enjoying the attention.

he nudged you playfully. “don’t worry, i’m used to your cruelty. but next time, i expect an 'i love you' back, alright?” he said, pretending to act tough but failing miserably as he laughed at himself.

“sure, sure,” you replied with a teasing wink. “maybe next time.”

yuji grinned, a little flustered but completely relieved. “good, because i’m not letting you off the hook so easy next time, okay?”

you simply laughed, and yuji, always the optimist, decided that, for now, this moment of playful confusion was just another chapter in the chaotic, fun relationship the two of you had.

megumi fushiguro

✧ now megumi is more reserved and usually doesn't express his feelings openly, so when he does say "i love you," it means a lot.

✧ if you ignore it, he’ll get quiet, almost too quiet, because he doesn’t know how to confront this vulnerability.

✧ stop tugging at his heart strings man

—

megumi wasn’t the type to express his feelings easily. he was reserved, often keeping his emotions tightly locked away behind a cool exterior. but every now and then, when the mood struck him—usually when he was feeling a little more vulnerable—he’d let his guard down.

today was one of those moments.

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, then quickly away, his face flushing ever so slightly. “i… i love you,” he muttered, as though the words were a quiet confession meant to be heard only by the wind.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t even acknowledge it at all. you just kept doing what you were doing—whether that was scrolling through your phone or staring off into the distance, pretending like you hadn’t heard a thing.

for a moment, megumi just stood there, completely unsure of how to react. his heart pounded in his chest, but he wasn’t one to show it. “okay, well, uh... you don’t have to say anything,” he mumbled, the awkwardness thick in his voice. he rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. “i just thought you should know. you know, if you ever wondered or something.”

still no response.

“guess it’s not a big deal,” he added quickly, trying to mask the sting of embarrassment. “i wasn’t expecting a reply. you don’t have to do anything about it.”

he could feel his face burning now, wishing he could somehow sink into the ground and disappear. his usual cool, composed nature was slipping, and it was all because of you. you, who had a way of making him feel like a nervous teenager again, fumbling over words and unsure of himself.

but still, you didn’t say anything.

“yeah, i get it, okay?” he grumbled, trying to act like it didn’t bother him. “you don’t need to pretend like you didn’t hear me, though. i mean, it’s not like i’m asking you to do anything with that information. i just thought i should be honest for once.” he sounded more frustrated with himself than anything, and it was painfully obvious that he was starting to lose his patience with the silence.

“okay, fine, i get it,” he continued, trying to shake it off. “you’re probably busy or something. or maybe you just think i’m some dumb idiot, huh? it’s not like i don’t know that i’m not good with words.”

at this point, you couldn’t help but notice the hint of vulnerability in his tone. you knew he wasn’t the type to open up like this. he wasn’t the type to share his feelings unless it was important—so the fact that he had said it at all spoke volumes.

you shifted, finally looking up at him, catching the way his shoulders were stiff and his arms were crossed, as though he was trying to protect himself from the quiet embarrassment he was feeling.

but instead of offering any words of reassurance, you just smirked at him playfully. “what’s the matter, fushiguro?” you teased. “you want me to say it back or something?”

megumi blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “wha—no! i don’t need you to say anything back!” he stammered, his face reddening even more. “i just thought you should—well, never mind.” he rubbed his face in frustration, clearly not knowing how to navigate this sudden whirlwind of emotions.

“relax, i’m just messing with you,” you said with a grin, leaning back in your chair. “i heard you. and i… i love you too, dumbass.”

megumi’s eyes widened, his initial surprise quickly turning into something more like relief. he didn’t know why he had expected anything less from you, but hearing you say it back, even in the simplest of ways, made his heart race.

“seriously?” he asked, still a little unsure.

“yeah, seriously,” you said with a playful wink. “but next time, maybe don’t make me wait for it, alright?”

megumi let out a quiet laugh, though it was tinged with embarrassment. “you really like messing with me, don’t you?”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “maybe a little,” you said with a grin, clearly enjoying the rare moment of playfulness between the two of you.

he sighed, but there was a softness in his gaze that he couldn’t hide. “you’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but there was a small, content smile tugging at his lips, one that didn’t reach his usual guarded expressions. in the end, he was just glad you understood him, even when he couldn’t quite find the words to express himself.

yuta okkutsu

✧ while kind and gentle, yuta is surpsingly sensitive to rejection. he’ll try to hide his disappointment with a soft chuckle, but it won’t take long for him to withdraw slightly.

✧ he’s always loved you quietly, and he’s hurt when his feelings are dismissed.

✧ puppy dog eyes.

—

yuta was usually pretty direct when it came to expressing his feelings, but there was something about saying "i love you" that always made him a little nervous. maybe it was because he wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, or maybe because he didn’t know what kind of response to expect from you. either way, he found himself sitting next to you, staring at his hands, trying to find the courage.

"uh, [y/n]?" yuta began, his voice soft and uncertain. his hands fidgeted in his lap as he tried to keep his cool. "i, um… i love you."

he looked at you expectantly, hoping to see a smile, maybe a giggle, but instead, you just kept looking straight ahead, like you hadn’t heard him at all.

yuta blinked, his face starting to heat up. he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying again. "i really do love you, you know… like, a lot." he paused, wondering if he should keep going, but when you still didn’t respond, he began to feel the weight of the silence press down on him.

"hey, c’mon, you’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you?" yuta chuckled nervously, leaning in slightly as though his words could reach you better. still, nothing.

his smile started to falter, and he looked down at his hands again, a little unsure of himself. "it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but… well, i thought i should tell you." his voice trailed off, the quiet insecurity creeping in as his gaze shifted away from you.

but then, in a move that was so yuta, he decided to take another approach. his expression softened, and with the purest, most earnest eyes, he looked at you—eyes wide, sparkling, full of gentle sincerity. he wasn’t one to beg, but when yuta was desperate for your attention, he had no problem resorting to a little charm.

he gave you the puppy dog eyes.

you could see the way his lips slightly trembled with hope, the way he leaned toward you, almost as though trying to get into your line of sight. his eyes were impossibly large, and they glistened like he was pleading with you to notice him. it was like looking at an abandoned puppy, with that vulnerable little gaze that made it impossible to turn away from.

"please, [y/n]?" he asked in a soft, pleading voice, his tone as sweet as he could muster. "i really mean it. i love you. i just… i want you to know that."

the moment he flashed you that gaze, your heart melted. you couldn’t help it. no one could resist that face. his puppy dog eyes had a power all on their own, and there was no way you were going to leave him hanging any longer.

you let out a small chuckle, unable to keep a straight face. "yuta, you’re impossible," you said, your voice filled with amusement. "how can i resist when you look at me like that?"

his face lit up immediately, that cute blush spreading across his cheeks as he straightened up, looking at you in disbelief. "so… does that mean…?"

you leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek, just enough to tease him but not too much to give him all the satisfaction. "yeah," you whispered, "i love you too, dummy."

yuta’s face went bright red, his hand instinctively going to his cheek where you kissed him. “wait—really? you mean it?” he asked in shock, blinking rapidly as he processed the words.

“yeah,” you teased, “i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it.”

yuta beamed, his hands flying to your shoulders as he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. “you’re the best, [y/n]. i swear, you’re the best.” his voice was muffled but full of warmth, and you could feel his happiness radiating off him.

you laughed softly, letting him cling to you for a moment longer. “just don’t expect me to give in so easily every time you do the puppy eyes thing,” you said with a grin, though you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the thought of him trying so hard.

“i can’t promise that,” yuta mumbled, still not letting go. “but i’ll try my best… just for you.”

ryomen sukuna

✧ being prideful and often sarcastic, would act like he doesn't care when you ignore his "i love you." but in reality, his ego is bruised.

✧ he’ll test you again and again, looking for the reaction that proves you care about him.

—

sukuna, the king of curses, was not a man who wasted his words. he wasn’t the type to confess his feelings or even acknowledge them, not in the way you might expect. to him, love was a game—something to toy with, something to use as a weapon. so when he looked at you and muttered those three words, it wasn’t out of any softness or tenderness. it was more like a challenge.

“i love you,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, as though he was waiting for you to do something—anything—that would make him laugh or prove you were beneath him.

you glanced at him, your expression unreadable. you didn’t say anything, not right away. in fact, you didn’t react at all, just staring at him with the same calm indifference you always wore. you didn’t know if he was being serious or if he was just playing some cruel game. honestly, you didn’t care. he wasn’t the type to be vulnerable, and you certainly weren’t about to fall for his theatrics.

for a few moments, sukuna just watched you, his gaze intense, waiting for a reaction. he was used to people flinching when he spoke—used to people jumping at the sound of his voice, especially when he gave them such a sharp confession. he was the king of curses, after all. people bowed down to him. people feared him.

but you? you weren’t like the others.

he tilted his head, his smirk widening as he leaned in a little closer. “you heard me, didn’t you?” his voice was low, almost teasing, as though he was daring you to react. “or are you too busy pretending you don’t care?”

still nothing. you didn’t flinch, didn’t break your gaze. you just stared at him with that same indifference, your arms casually crossed. you were used to your boyfriend's antics.

sukuna let out a chuckle, the sound deep and rich, but there was a hint of annoyance beneath it. he liked playing with people’s emotions, but when it didn’t work—when you weren’t playing by his rules—it bothered him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

"you're testing me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice almost affectionate in its cruelty. "don’t think you can ignore me, [y/n]. i love you. you should be thrilled. or at least, show a little fear." he was practically taunting you now, testing the limits of your composure. he was expecting you to crumble, to panic. but you didn't.

you let out a soft sigh, and in that moment, it seemed like you were finally going to speak. sukuna’s grin widened, sensing your opening.

"what’s wrong, [y/n]?" he purred again, leaning in closer until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. “don’t tell me you’re speechless.”

you finally looked him dead in the eyes, breaking your silence, but your expression was still cool. "you’re pathetic," you said simply, your tone almost bored.

the words hit sukuna like a slap in the face. his grin faltered for just a second, the shock of your response hitting him harder than he expected. you weren’t afraid of him. you didn’t flinch. you didn’t look at him like he was some god to be revered.

"what did you say?" his voice was sharp now, almost predatory, as if you had just said something unforgivable.

"i said," you leaned forward, your voice just as smooth as his, "you’re pathetic. i’m not some prize to be won by your little confessions, sukuna. you don’t get to manipulate me with your words."

sukuna blinked, then let out a dark laugh. "you think i’m trying to manipulate you?" his voice had a dangerous edge to it now, but the gleam in his eyes wasn’t anger—it was amusement, pure and unfiltered. "no. i’m just playing with you. do you think i care about love? you’re the one who’s making this more complicated than it needs to be."

you narrowed your eyes at him, your face expressionless. "yeah, keep telling yourself that."

he chuckled again, the sound full of dark amusement. "you’re interesting, [y/n]. most people would’ve run away by now, but you? you’re still here, challenging me." he leaned back, his posture relaxing a little, but his gaze never wavered. "you think you can stand up to me? you think you’re immune to my games? maybe you’re more stubborn than i thought."

"i’m not immune to your games, sukuna," you said coolly. "i just don’t find them all that interesting."

his smirk returned, wider than before. "is that so?" he leaned even closer, until he was practically right in your face. "well then, i’ll just have to make things a little more... interesting for you."

before you could respond, his hand was on your chin, tilting your head slightly as he stared at you with a predatory gleam in his eye. "i love you, [y/n]," he repeated, this time with a slight edge to his voice, almost daring you to acknowledge him, to be the one to back down.

you didn’t. you held his gaze, unblinking.

sukuna chuckled darkly. "you really are something else."

"yeah, i know," you replied, unfazed. "but you’re still pathetic."

he shook his head, a strange mixture of admiration and frustration swirling in his eyes. "maybe i’ll let you believe that," he said, his tone still playful, "but don’t get too comfortable. you won’t be able to resist forever."

"we’ll see about that," you shot back, your voice steady, defiant. "i’m not like the rest of them."

sukuna leaned back, that same dark smile playing across his lips. "no, you’re not." he eyed you thoughtfully, as if sizing you up for the next move in his endless game.

he loved this. he loved the chase. and you? well, you had just become the most interesting puzzle he’d ever encountered.

toji fushiguro

✧ are you trying to wind up dead???? (genuinenly...)

✧ if you even IGNORE his words or requests he's fuming, so you ignoring his rare once-in-a-lifetime "i love you" is basically a death sentence.

✧ this man loves you to death but seriously!! the one time he says it you ignore it???!

✧ if you ignore his i love you, he'll get frustrated. he’ll mask it with a smirk, but his temper will flare behind closed doors.

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toji fushiguro, the man who had never known what it was like to be loved, wasn’t exactly one for sentimental confessions. his whole life had been built on strength, survival, and distance from emotion. love? a weakness, something that would drag him down.

so, when toji muttered “i love you,” it wasn’t with the soft warmth of someone who had spent their life yearning for affection. no, toji said it like it was a fact, like something so trivial he could’ve shrugged it off at any moment.

“i love you,” he said flatly, his eyes briefly flicking to you, then back to the ground. his voice wasn’t laced with sweetness or hesitation—it was just there, like he was announcing something as simple as the weather.

you blinked, staring at him for a moment, trying to figure out if you’d heard him correctly. there was no teasing in his tone, no softness. it was a straightforward statement, like he was telling you it was going to rain tomorrow.

you didn’t respond right away. you didn’t know how to respond. toji was the kind of guy who didn’t care much for words. you knew he wasn’t big on the whole emotional thing, but this felt… different. the words hung in the air for a few beats, lingering in the space between you two like an awkward silence.

when you didn’t answer, toji’s brows furrowed, his expression briefly flashing with annoyance. he turned to you, his usually intense gaze softening for just a fraction of a second. “what? didn’t hear me?”

you shook your head, almost playing along. “no, i heard you,” you said nonchalantly, keeping your voice cool. “just wasn’t sure if you were joking or being serious.”

toji’s face remained impassive, but his jaw tightened slightly, like he was holding back something. “i don’t joke about that kinda stuff, [y/n].” his voice was lower now, a little more serious, and you could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—something you didn’t often see from him.

you tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes at him. “huh, really? you’re not messing with me? that’s rare for you.”

toji sighed, clearly frustrated by your nonchalance. “look, i’m not the type to waste time on crap like this, alright?” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his cool. “but yeah, i said it. i love you. don’t go getting all weird on me now.”

you just stared at him, not saying anything, but your lips twitched upward in amusement. toji was never this flustered. he was used to being in control, used to throwing people off balance, but now, he was the one off-balance. he had no idea how to handle this. it was cute, in a weird way.

when you didn’t immediately respond, toji let out a grunt, almost like he was trying to brush it off. “don’t make me repeat myself, alright?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “just... don’t go getting all mushy or something. i’m not that type of guy.”

you finally couldn’t hold back the small smile, finding his discomfort endearing. “you’re a lot more complicated than you let on, toji,” you teased.

he shot you a look, his expression hardening again, but it was clear he wasn’t mad. in fact, there was a flicker of fondness in his eyes, though he’d never admit it. “don’t start messing with me,” he warned in that gruff voice of his, but his tone didn’t match the words. it was like a challenge more than a threat.

“who, me? never,” you said with a playful wink, still not backing down. “but seriously, you’re telling me you love me, and then you don’t want me to get all weird? what, do you expect me to act like nothing just happened?”

toji scowled, clearly feeling a bit caught off guard by how easily you were handling this. he wasn’t used to being vulnerable, but here you were, making him spill his emotions without even flinching. “fine, whatever,” he muttered, his arms crossing tighter as if to shield himself from the weird situation. “you got your answer. no need to make a big deal out of it.”

you leaned in a little closer, your smile turning a little more teasing. “oh, no, I’m not making a big deal out of it,” you said. “but don’t think I didn’t hear you. you’re stuck with me now, toji.”

toji looked at you, that usual smirk of his returning, though it was laced with something more genuine than before—something closer to affection than his usual cocky arrogance. he wasn’t about to admit that he was glad you didn’t freak out. “yeah, yeah. whatever you say,” he grumbled. “but don’t go thinking you can get all sappy on me just ‘cause i said it. i’m still not gonna hold your hand in public or some shit like that.”

“oh, I’m not asking for that,” you replied smoothly, eyes glinting with mischief. “but you’ll have to carry me once in a while. you know, just to show me you care.”

toji snorted, looking at you with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression. “as if i’m gonna carry you around like some damn princess,” he scoffed. “but whatever. guess you’ll just have to deal with me.”

“deal with you?” you raised an eyebrow. “toji, i’m the one who’s stuck with you now.”

his lips twitched into a smirk. “maybe,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “but it’s a two-way street, sweetheart. you think you’re gonna get away without me making you suffer through some of my dumb shit?”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and giving him a playful look. “bring it on, toji. i’m not afraid of you.”

toji shook his head, the faintest hint of a smile still on his lips. “you’re gonna regret saying that one day,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words. “but for now… yeah, i guess you’re alright.” he shrugged, not quite admitting it, but it was clear he didn’t mind your company—vulnerable confessions and all.

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Thinking about men who combat train/ extensive train in general a lot. Working out, often causing bruising on their body, especially hands and knuckles. You can sometimes see how insecure he feels when he withdraws his hands with hesitation before touching you. You can see in the way he is hesitant in holding your hands opting to guide you by the small of your back.

So you decide to reassure him in your own way, to infuse your affection in his bones. Even if he doesn’t openly show his insecurity. You can see the slight panic in his eyes when you take his hands in yours. The way you gently murmur soft praises, “You train so hard” or “You’ve grown so strong yeah?”

You see the wall slowly cracking as he starts to look at you expectantly, hoping for more praises, but why should only his ears hear the praises? So you decide to whisper praises into his skin, pressing your lips to his hands in the gentlest of kisses. Peppering kisses over his knuckles, his palm, the tips of his fingers and finally a sealing kiss on his wrist.

You look up to see fear in hushed eyes, fear of this moment ending, of the shattering of this breakable heaven.

When you’ve kissed every wound on his hands, you feel the tension still lingering in his frame, like a storm that hasn’t quite passed. You kiss his forehead and without a word, you guide him closer, letting your arms wrap around him until his head rests against your chest. His breathing is uneven, shallow, as if he’s afraid to let this moment break. You let him hear your heartbeat, letting him know that your heart spells out his name. He’s loved, he’s cared for and he’s yours.

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Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven, please, let me bring my man- Young and Beautiful // Lana Del Rey

Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Ken Sato, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Sylus (L&DS), Miguel O’Hara +your favs!

a/n: posting twice on my bday 😌

[espresso1patronum]

megumi is your boyfriend, and he believes he cannot appear vulnerable in front of you. he just can’t. he doesn’t want you to see the things that have scarred him, the memories that have utterly traumatized him. even though you’re the person he trusts most in the world, the one he’s more open with than anyone else, he hides his pain. he doesn’t want you to see that he gets hurt, even though he does—deeply.

you know this about him. and it breaks your heart.

all megumi ever wanted was a peaceful life, but life rarely grants such wishes. he has lost loved ones, broken apart, pieced himself back together, and endured unimaginable pain. but now, he has you. and he doesn’t want to risk it—losing you would be worse than losing his own life.

maybe that’s why he clings to you so tightly when you’re sitting on the sofa together, watching a movie. while your focus is entirely on the screen, megumi isn’t paying attention to the film at all. instead, his dark eyes are studying you—your face, the way your emotions shift with every scene. to him, you’re like a sacred book he’s determined to memorize.

his long fingers intertwine with yours as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning in to bury his face against your neck.

“gumi, is something wrong?” you ask, sensing the tension in his embrace.

he exhales again, pulling you closer. “mmh,” he hums, his voice low and noncommittal.

you chuckle lightly, running your fingers through his hair. “you know, if something’s bothering you, you can always tell me,” you say gently.

he lifts his head, his gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before he looks away. “yeah, i know,” he mutters, the words lacking conviction.

frowning, you reach out to cup his jaw, turning his face back to you. “i mean it,” you insist, your tone firm yet filled with warmth. “and don’t you worry—i’ll always stay with you.”

megumi’s eyes widen slightly at your words before softening, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. for all his tough exterior, he’s still your little grump—the boy who, deep down, is far more sensitive than he lets on.

he sits up suddenly, his expression sincere as he gazes at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “that’s why i love you,” he says, his voice quiet but unwavering.

without waiting for a reply, he pulls you into a warm embrace, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in his world. and to him, you are.

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⊱   ﹑ THE LOOK OF LOVE .    ⌣ 

𝗌yn. how do they look at you?

featuring ⎯⎯͟͟౨ৎ gojo, nanami, geto, sukuna, megumi, toji, choso x reader. cw ⊹ slightly ooc because i can. fluff!! likes and reblogs are appreciated!

╰ note. inspired by an edit of this that i found in youtube. sukuna being different because he's a cool bitch kid. more under the cuts . . .ᐟᅟ

GOJO SATORU

he gazes at you lovingly. it's a pause in the chaos where his usual joviality takes on an air of tranquility, and you catch him staring. initially, you think it's his usual teasing expression, but there's aa deeper meaning to it, a sincerity that makes your heart flutter.

his ice-blue eyes, usually sparkling with playful intent, now shimmer with something deeper, warmer. they hold a gentleness that feels like a secret shared only between you two.he remains silent at first; he lets his gaze linger, as if trying to remember every detail of your face, from the curve of your lips to the way your hair frames your face.

then, he inches closer, his chin resting on his hand, his other hand reaching out casually to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. his fingers remain a moment longer, as if not wanting to pull away. "you know," he murmurs, his voice deep and unusually tender, "i don’t think you realize how beautiful you are."

there's no trace of his usual sarcasm or theatrics — just pure, unguarded adoration. his eyes never leave yours, as if he's scared that looking away will shatter the stillness. and in that moment, it feels like time has frozen, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet affection.

NANAMI KENTO

imagine nanami kento standing before you, his serious demeanor melting as he gazes at you. his eyes, usually sharp and precise, now carry warmth and something deeper— affection. his gaze is unwavering, yet there's a quiet tenderness, as if he's savoring every second spent with you.

the faint crinkle at the corners of his eyes signals quiet happiness, a happiness that comes from simply being with you. his lips curl into a genuine, small smile, the kind that only appears when he's truly comfortable. his gaze carries a gentle intensity, as if he's committing every detail of your face to memory, holding onto the moment as though time might fade away.

you can feel the warmth of his trust, like a quiet promise in the night. his gaze, soft but steady, says more than words ever could. it's not just love that lingers there, but something deeper, like you’re the anchor in his storm, the calm in his chaos. and when his eyes meet yours, it's like he's telling you, 'i see you, and i'm right here, every part of me, with you.'

GETO SUGURU

geto suguru's gaze combines calmness and intensity in a way that’s all his own. when he looks at you with a loving stare, it's as if he's studying you, but not in the detached, distant way he might with others. instead, there's a quiet fascination in his eyes, like you're the center of his world, and he's taking in every detail. his dark eyes are sharp, but beneath them lies something softer, almost tender — a protective warmth.

when his gaze finally meets yours, there’s a flicker of something dangerous and possessive beneath the surface- but not in a way that feels threatening — instead, it's the look of someone who knows exactly what they want and has no intention of letting it slip away. his lips curve into a smirk, playful yet sharp — like he knows something you don't, as if he has all the time in the world to make you see things his way.

even with that smirk, there's a warmth in his eyes that's impossible to ignore, but it's not the kind that comforts you. it's a warmth that pulls you into his world, a world where things are done according to his rules. his gaze doesn't just look at you; it feels like it draws you in, commanding your attention, urging you to stay and be a part of his chaos.

in that moment, his love isn't soft or gentle. it's fierce, possessive, and almost obsessive. you can tell from the way he looks at you that he wants all of you, and he won't let go — not without a fight. his gaze holds a powerful magnetism, dark and captivating, like a spell you can't escape, even if you tried.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

those eyes hold a dark, dangerous allure, drawing you in despite the unsettling chill they deliver. his eyes are sharp, predatory, locking onto you with a wicked intensity that feels almost amused. there's a cold, calculating edge in his stare, as if he's seeing through every wall you've put up — your thoughts, your fears, your desires. when his eyes meet yours, it feels like you're being examined in a way that's both unsettling and strangely magnetic.

his lips curve into a knowing smirk, just enough to expose a glimpse of his teeth, and the air around him grows heavier. his eyes narrow ever so slightly, as if amused by your reaction, yet beneath it, there's a deeper understanding — a sense of dominance, a quiet realization that he controls this moment. it's not affection in the typical way, but there's something intoxicating in the way he watches you, a possessive and almost mocking interest that lingers in every second.

and yet, hidden behind his cold demeanor, there's a magnetic pull — an allure that tugs at you, even though danger is woven into every one of his movements. his gaze demands attention, respect, and a form of surrender you can't quite comprehend but find yourself trapped in.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

when megumi looks at you, his eyes are sharp and calculating, but there's a steady, quiet intensity that you can't ignore he doesn't show his emotions often, but in that moment, when his gaze meets yours, there's a subtle vulnerability that lingers beneath his calm façade.

his gaze doesn't overwhelm you, but there's a quiet intensity to it. when his eyes meet yours, there's a fleeting tenderness, though it's quickly masked by his usual cool demeanor. he doesn't need words; his look says it all—'i'm here here, i see you.'

there's a quiet protection in his gaze, even when he doesn't speak, as if he's silently watching over you, but in a way that doesn't draw attention. his affection isn't in-your-face, but the way his gaze stays on you just a bit longer tells you everything you need to know. it's a quiet expression of love, one he's unsure how to vocalize, but trusts you to recognize.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

toji's affection is far from conventional, and it certainly doesn't come with flowery words or gentle touches. but when it's you he's looking at, there’s something different in the way he watches you — something deeper beneath the hardened, rough exterior. his gaze, though often sharp and calculating, softens just for you, though only just enough for you to catch a glimpse of it. it's a rare thing, something you'II only see when he feels you're truly his, and when it matters most.

his familiar smirk still lingers, but now there's a change in it, a softness that replaces the cruelty, and something more protective, more invested. his eyes remain fixed on yours, holding the connection with an intensity that seems to savor every second. he's never been one for grand displays, but in the way he looks at you, you can feel the deep, quiet devotion he holds just for you.

words aren't necessary for toji. his feelings are subtle, but when his eyes rest on you, it's unmistakable — he's not leaving.

CHOSO KAMO

choso's gaze is intense and heavy, never giving you a full glimpse into his mind. his dark, calculating eyes lock onto you, and the weight of his attention is clear. he doesn't say much, but his stare carries an unspoken tension, as though he's analyzing every part of you, observing more than you realize. there's a quiet sharpness in his eyes, a focus that suggests he's not easily distracted or moved.

while his expression stays mostly neutral, there's a subtle gentleness in the way he looks at you — something that reveals a side of him not often seen. it’s barely perceptible, but if you look closely, you can catch a glimpse of something deeper beneath the surface, something he doesn't often show. his gaze is both protective and calculating, as if he's silently acknowledging a bond he can't quite name, but one that's undeniable.

his gaze rarely softens, but when it does, it's not the gentle tenderness you might anticipate. it's a deep, quiet admiration, like a rare peek into his raw, unguarded soul, still cautious but filled with connection and perhaps a hint of longing. he doesn't usually reveal this side of him, but in that moment, you know he cares deeply in his own intense way.

YUUJI ITADORI

yuuji's eyes lock with yours, full of unfiltered affection, soft light shining through his eyes. it's not intense, but sincere, the kind of look that makes you feel like you're the only one who matters in that moment.

his look is filled with quiet admiration, as if he cherishes all that you are. his eyes linger just a moment longer, always warm, always fixed on you. no words are needed; his gaze tells it all. it's obvious how deeply he values and cares for you. it's as though he's trying to memorize every little thing — how you talk, how you smile, how you move. there's a quietness to it, but his eyes hold undeniable sincerity.

his love is uncomplicated and genuine, shown in the way his eyes soften when they meet yours. with nothing to hide, his gaze exudes an honesty that you can fully rely on. yuuji’s love overflows with life and joy, and his gaze reflects that energy — bright and filled with hope. his look speaks of a love that reassures, 'i'm here, always,' and you feel its truth in your heart.

꒰♱꒱ ©00hpink all right reserved. majority of these dividers are not mine, so credits to the rightful owners. do NOT copy, heavily inspire, plagiarize, repost and translate my work.

[paetalks]

absurdism - megumi fushiguro

★ in which megumi gets paired up with a girl in his comparative lit class’ research project.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

random information: strangers(ish) to lovers trope, f!reader, university au, smau, alcohol, typos in messages for sure and maybe also in written parts (english is not my first language im sorry), everyone probably will be out of character, also probably something else i will let you know as things go on idk we'll see

intros: yn’s ‘no man’ club except she is the only one not having male friends. + megumi’s friends.

chapter one: feminist queen

chapter two: sylvia

chapter three: itadori mind your business please

chapter four: everyone poops in the library btw

chapter five: pre-pre party

chapter six: SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING!

chapter seven: mood atm: mischievous

ongoing...

for reference i made a pinterest board! with the characters :) here it goes: https://pin.it/6Yf0seC4X

hello!!! i hope this project comes out good bc im procrastinating exams for this (not very yn of me). i wanted to say that i based this format off of @eggyrocks 's smaus, they gave me such a good inspiration and made me fall in love with smaus overall as a genre! i believe they don't use their blog anymore but i also believe in giving credit where it's needed so yeah :) i recommend reading their work, it’s very good. also wanted to add this is my first time doing this, i hope u enjoy :) and if you don’t just pretend you do PLEASE. big thank you to @anormieee @gigiiiiislife @moonchillsstuf @jinxiewritings who said i should do this i hope you guys enjoy!

ok bye

[raven-cincaide]

A Little More Than Twenty Minutes 

Summary: Woken up by your commotion in the bathroom, Megumi assumed you had just gotten your period and was prepared to act like a grown man by starting laundry and getting breakfast up. What he didn’t expect was to find something that would shake his entire world upside down while making him act like a literal man-child. In his defence, he just needed a little more than twenty minutes to make a life-altering decision..

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Megumi Fushiguro (aged up) Prompt: Back to the basics → 6. Rash decisions  Warnings: Cursing, established relationship, Themes concerning female reproduction (period etc). 

You were not as discreet as you thought you were. Like a baby elephant, you stirred Megumi awake with the commotion you caused in the bathroom: a curse, a smash, something clattered against the floor, followed by another curse and a low ‘duns’ of skin against the tiles. As you dropped something again and prayed you hadn’t disturbed his sleep, Megumi’s annoyance shifted towards adoration. 

No, stealth was never really your forte. But he would be lying if he said he hated it. It made his apartment feel alive, chased away the darkness of solitude and transformed the four walls into a home.

Groaning under his breath, Megumi turned onto his side, eyes sliding shut. It was some godforsaken hour- the sun barely rolled over the horizon, and he deemed it too early to roll out of bed. Too early even for him. Just as he was about to doze off again, he heard the click of the bathroom lock, followed by the hinges’ loud groan. Fuck, he had forgotten to oil them yesterday. Again. He heard you push the door open as wide as it would go, the handle hiding the wall behind in obvious frustration, and he breathed out a little deeper. That one was on him. 

He promised himself he would oil it the first thing after getting up. 

Megumi expected to feel the bed dip and have you back securely in his arms for another hour; two, could you persuade him to skip breakfast with his team and just meet them directly on the training grounds? 

Instead, he heard the ruffling of clothes. Instantly, Megumi frowned. You were off duty today; yesterday’s late-night mission filled your quota for the week. You had no plans to be social, let alone get out of bed before noon. 

Then, a lightbulb moment struck him; was it your time of the month again? 

Hearing you grab your keys before quietly slipping out of the front door, Megumi let out an audible groan. He counted to ten in his head, then sat up. His body ached in protest, and his eyes blinked lazily, trying to chase away the reminisce of sleep. Running a hand through his messy hair, he willed his body to move out of bed. If it was your period, the least he could do was throw the sheets in the washer and start on breakfast—small things to make your shitty day a little easier.

Boxers on bedding off, he headed to the bathroom with a loud yawn. Two steps to the right, he shoved the well-used sheets into the washer. Detergent in; then softener. Goddamn it, he always had to spill some on his hands. Pinkie out, he twisted the knob awkwardly, pressed a button, another button, ‘confirm’, and the sound of water filled the bathroom. Smirking in triumph over the minor victory of not making a complete mess everywhere, Megumi turned towards the sink and began washing his hands. His thought was already on the next thing; a much-needed piss, then tackling the ever-daunting question; what to cook for breakfast?

Undoubtedly,–Bacon and eggs were easy, but they’d likely get cold by the time you got back and settled to eat; full Japanese took too long. Maybe pancakes to satisfy your sweet– “What the?” During the first spin cycle, Megumi’s eyes landed on an unfamiliar, long white object shaken out from underneath the washer. Undoubtedly, it was one of the things you had dropped and forgotten all about. 

“Clumsy”, he sighed, leaned down to grab the back of the white and blue plastic stick, and pulled it out and up towards the sink. Then he froze, his sleepy mind catching up and realising what he was actually holding. A plastic stick, white on one end, blue on the other, and a tiny screen in the middle. Minus for not pregnant, plus for pregnant. Two lines, although faint, were still two lines. 

Positive. Pregnant. 

Megumi’s body froze; his mind raced. Undoubtedly, you left for another pregnancy test, not tampon. Shit. The closest 7/Eleven was ten minutes away. But he doubted you’d go there in case one of your classmates was working the graveyard shift. The last thing you needed was for rumours to spread before you both had come to terms with the news. It wasn’t like Yuji could keep his trap shut, and Nobara would be on you both like a hawk. No, knowing you, you’d head down to the more anonymous one by the train station. So about fifteen minutes until you got back, twenty if there was a queue or you took the test in their bathroom. 

Twenty minutes to decide how to act. Within twenty minutes, he would either shower you with affection or take you to the abortion clinic. Twenty fucking minutes to choose between becoming a dad or becoming the same deadbeat his father was. But he wasn’t the kind, nurturing type, and how was Megumi even supposed to know, learn and become all that a kid needed amidst his busy schedule? In between protecting people, becoming a great sorcerer, classes and all that? Did he even have the time and money for that? But this could be yours- and his- only chance, a little voice spoke up in his mind. There was no knowing which mission would finally take his life- or yours for that matter- would either of you be okay with missing your possibly-only chance at a family?

A feeling of dread pooled in his stomach; what if he warmed up to one option, got his hopes up, and then you’d be dead set on the opposite? What if he had misread you, and you had already gone to the clinic alone? What if you had already aborted the child, taking the matter- and the choice- right out of his hands? What if—

Megum’s fist made contact with the bathroom tiles. The pain shooting through his arm did little to calm his racing mind, but at least he wasn’t spiralling completely anymore. Grasping on the edges of reality and the situation in front of him, his tactical mind came to the bitter realization that he didn’t have enough time. No, twenty minutes was far too little for him to make a life-altering decision. And he hated that the answer wasn’t obvious to him, that it wasn’t like in the movies where it was an obvious ‘yes’ keep or ‘no’ abort. Instead, it was much more complicated and required him to consider and reconsider every single aspect of himself, his priorities and ultimately you: what he wanted out of a relationship with you, a not-so-serious couple that would surely break up in a few years for greener pastures, or a wife- a lifetime partner?

Megumi hated himself as he spun on his heel out of the bathroom, forgetting all about needing a piss, the earlier thoughts of laundry or even the screeching bathroom door. Haphazardly, he threw on his uniform, stuffing the test into his pocket like a guilty thief. Mismatched socks, then shoes. He grabbed his keys, forgetting to lock the door, and rushed down the stairs, two at a time. Desperate to leave before you caught him in his messy glory and read right through him. He couldn’t afford that, not when his thoughts were this dishevelled. 

Megumi knew it was cowardly to run away from his problems. He promised up and down that he would come back and deal with it all like an adult, like a man. He just needed a little more than twenty minutes to come to a decision..

Author note:For someone who always acts cold, calculating, aloof and a little angry but also extremely mature and independent,  and who I expected doesn’t give a rats ass about periods by treating them as something ‘natural’ I wanted to try and write something that showed a more.. childish side of Megumi. A side where he gets so wrapped up in his mind to the point he stops thinking altogether. And what better way to show that than with a pregnancy scare? A cheap trick, I know. But still, I hope it was worth the read.

And for those of you who recognize this, yes, it’s a repost from months ago. But I still like this fic and I am sure most of my new followers haven’t seen it. So with that, I hope you enjoyed. 

~ Raven 

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[megumismyhusband]

The city was quieter than usual as you and Megumi sat on the rooftop of his apartment. He had a blanket draped over his shoulders, his usual scowl softened by the faint glow of the stars above.

“You didn’t have to bring me up here,” you said, glancing at him.

“I wanted to,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. “It’s… peaceful.”

You smiled at his words. The air was crisp, but the blanket Megumi brought for you both kept the chill at bay. When a shooting star zipped across the sky, you nudged him.

“Did you see that? Make a wish!”

He paused, looking at you for a long moment before closing his eyes briefly.

“What did you wish for?” you teased.

“Nothing important,” he replied, but his ears burned red. If you had to guess, you might have been the subject of that wish.

[yerchokito]

can i request kitty megumis reader going out on a date…. with not him

contents!— fem!reader, not proofread, short :((

notes - I was actually supposed to post this yesterday but i accidentally saved it into my drafts 😭😭

it was a peaceful day for megumi, warm and sunny—perfect for a long day of sunbathing, kisses, and naps.

until it wasn’t.

he should’ve known something was up when you came home smelling a bit too happy.

“oh—there you are, my wittle gummy-bear, c’mere!” you coo, crouching down to smother your grumpy kitty with kisses.

megumi grunts— ‘annoyed’ with your sudden boost of affection—he knows not to move, all too familiar with your… loving dramatics. he huffs, letting you continue this assault on him, burying his face in your neck to smell sweet, artificial— wait, this isn’t your scent.

“mwah, mwah!”

and what the hell are you wearing!?

“mwah! ‘aw, are you okay megs?” you move to peck at the crease of his furrowed eyebrows, only to be stopped when megumi speaks.

“what are you wearing…?” he scowls, sniffing all over your body to find your natural scent.

“huh—oh megs, honey didn’t I tell you im going out?” you try to pry his face away from your neck, wanting to talk to him properly.

“mm.. no,” he mumbles, now rubbing his head against your neck—wanting to get that icky artificial-ness off of you. ignoring your whines of protest.

“megumiii, stop— I’m going out on a date honey—“ there’s a growl of protest vibrating in your ear, someone’s not happy.

“no,” he replies, green eyes narrowed, and voice lower than usual.

you quietly yelp as he squeezes you tight against him.

“whaddya mean megs? m’ just having dinner,” you pause, rubbing at his fluffy ears, trying to atleast calm him. “i’ll be back before bedtime—hey!”

megumi, although kind (in his own way), hates sharing. and by the gods, he is not in a million years, sharing you. it’s only natural he shows you how much he loves you.

—

“megu—megumi, cmon’ I’m gonna be—ow— late!” you whine, desperately trying to crawl out of his claws.

yesh, you look like a hot mess. dress tattered, hair all over the place, makeup nearly licked off, not to mention covered in bite marks and spit.

“mm, stay.” he demands, looking up at you through lidded-eyes. not-so subtly purring— knowing he’s won.

damn cat.

[gumii-bearr]

hi everyoneeee 🩷

just wanted to let you know that i’m working on requests as quickly as i can but i also want to put out good quality fics and drabbles so just be a little patient with me 😭

i work full time now (literally as of today) and i’ve been dealing with some health problems, but i’ve been working hard to try and get content out but i also want it to be good because i hold myself to a very high standard.

so if you’re one of those people who’s leaving not very nice comments in my asks about requests taking too long, maybe don’t 🙏 because it’s rude and unkind and i don’t tolerate that bs on my blog (any unkindness will be blocked).

and to those who are so loving and supportive and always leave kind comments, i love you sm, i see you and you make my heart SO FULL 🩷

[tokkiiibunny]

Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

06: IFHY

Words: 1.8k

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I fucking hate you

But I love you

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled

You're good at being perfect

We're good at being troubled.

New friends! And also a new reason for megumi to hate you... Will this boy ever get rid of you?

Yes, maybe you told Choso that it wouldn't be necessary for him to tell Yuji to spend the break with you, but did you really think he would listen to you?

In his defense he didn't have to tell him, he just mentioned the fact that you had to have lunch alone and Yuji as the knight in shining amor he is, couldn't afford not to do anything about it, such a sweet boy.

That day Megumi hadn't shown up for class so you had a quiet morning, a morning without feeling a knot in your stomach or feeling anxious.

While you were putting your things im your bag when you noticed that Megumi's friends were at the door which seemed strange to you, could it be that he didn't tell them that he wouldn't come?

You walked through the door when they stopped you.

"hey! Yn." Yuji walked up to you with a big smile on his lips. Although he was your best friend's brother, you guys had spoken very few times, but enough for you to know that Yuji was a good guy.

"hey."

"Don't want to come with us? It's always nice to eat in company." You immediately knew that this was Choso's work but you didn't refuse, you couldn't do it with the way Yuji smiled at you.

"Well, yeah, sure." You replied Shyly, it had been a long time since someone had invited you to eat together.

"Nobara kugisaki, by the way." The brown-haired girl introduced herself, Although she wasn't as lively as Yuji and had an intimidating look, she looked really nice.

"yn yl." You responded with a You responded with a smile on your lips. Yuji, who was walking to your right, put his arm around your shoulders, It was closer than you were used to but it didn't bother you. .

"And how are you doing being Megumi's partner?"

"It's Okay I think."

"If he gets difficult you can always tell us to put him at bay." He joked but you could feel that he meant it, he was his best friend and he spent enough time with him to get to know him and his ...Attitude problems.

"Because he's an asshole." Nobara added And you three laughed.

The break was definitely nice, you laughed a lot, they were both funny and kind, they took care to make you always feel included and even though you thought Yuji was just doing his brother a favor, he and Nobara seemed really interested in you. They walked you to your classroom and said goodbye to you by making you promise that you would eat with them the next day as well.

The pressure you felt in your chest when you talk to megumi? Well, today that feeling had been replaced by the warmth of feeling part of a group of friends.

Promising that you would spend more time with them wasn't difficult, it wasn't a lie, it wasn't an act just to please, you really mean it And it felt really good to mean something after so long.

"Stop with this shit, I'm serious about this." Megumi interrupted what was a quiet meeting in the library. You were aiming to arrive with Yuji and Nobara who were waiting for you but you stopped when you heard his voice

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what im talking about."

Nobara rolled her eyes, she was tired of this. "And we don't Care, Megumi, you are being ridiculous."

"You don't get it, she's fucking evil and she's making fools of you both."

"Yn? Evil?" Nobara sneered. "Come on Megumi, you could do better than that"

"Why are you defending her now? You literally hated her"

"Yes, when I was in high school and I just followed others instead of having critical thinking and my own opinion.  Maybe you should grow up and stop believing in stupid rumors that are just rumors."

"These are not just rumors, There's a reason she was always alone, she's a two-faced cunt." Yuji felt tense, the way Megumi talked about you didn't like him one bit But he didn't want to get carried away.

"People talk for the sake of talking without knowing the damage they cause, besides, Choso is her friend and I know he wouldn't appreciate her so much if she was a bad person." He tried to make him come to his sense.

You stood behind the shelf listening to the conversation, you wanted to know where this was going to go, you really doubted that Megumi would ever retract.

"They're friends because no one wants to be around that pair of outcast weirdos."

Yuji loved megumi and could bear a lot of things but he wasn't going to be permissive with this, he wasn't going to let him talk like that about his brother and you.

"You shouldn't say things like that Megumi." he muttered, Yuji was cheerful most of the time, he always tried to keep the best mood but this was definitely making him angry.

"I’m going to say what I want. That bitch and your brother are just friends because they don't have anything else, nobody wants them, nobody wants to have them around."

"Megumi." He tried again to make him stop.

"And if your brother is still with her, it's only because he's a fucking freak who wants to fuck that cheap whore."

And Yuji punched him in the face, he wasn't violent but Megumi had taken it upon himself to overstep the boundary.

"I don't want you to ever talk about Yn and Choso like that again." He warned him, he was not playing and he had just shown it. He left there completely furious and Nobara followed, giving Megumi who was still holding his sore cheek a sly mocking look.

You didn't know how to feel, on the one hand you felt for a knot in your stomach for everything Megumi said but on the other hand the punch Yuji had given him made you happier than you would like to admit.

You received a message from Yuji.

"Hey! I don't think we will be able to meet in the library but come to the cafeteria :)"

You doubted it for a moment but kept your promise not to let Megumi's words affect you, not anymore.

The next day was Friday and you decided that two weeks of class was enough to give you a little break and that day you didn't go to school.

You wanted to get up late, take a warm bath, spend the day in bed watching your favorite movies wearing most comfy Pajamas .

What you didn't have in your plans was the unexpected visit of megumi. The conversation with yuji the day before had made him reflect on his behavior? You didn't want to get your hopes up, the last time you thought he was going to change, things ended very badly.

"What are you doing here?"

He was standing in front of you, his hands in his pockets and his cheek slightly swollen and bruised, Although he remained serious and slightly frowning as you could always see something else in his gaze, he almost looked embarrassed.

"I came to see you."

"You saw me, you can go now." You tried to replicate the usual despotic tone he had with you, though without much success you doubted that anyone could replicate it. Megumi hesitated for a moment because he was used to your too kind attitude and because he didn't know what to say, He took a breath and sighed softly trying to get his thoughts in order.

"I need to talk to you."

Notes area:

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[tojiscrack]

have you heard the new the jjk sub va’s audio on tiktok? it was recorded at an event recently

gojo (to the first year trio) : do you guys wanna hear about the dream i had last night?

nobara: no one asked man, stop getting involved in our conversations

gojo: *UGLY crying*

i was rereading liar liar for the hundredth time and i was instantly reminded of that when i came across this scene:

"i don't want to do this," he said, leaning over to grab it and slide it towards the end of the table where he stood with an eraser in his hand. 

he pressed it against the drawing, letting out false sobs of despair with each swipe, loud enough to draw the attention of the rest of the class. it was ugly, drawn-out, and extremely sonorous. you regarded him with a look of disgust; megumi slouched in his seat, as though that would conceal him from the onlookers; nobara pressed a hand to her forehead, head bent and gaze averted; yuji watched satoru without shame, apparently still his biggest cheerleader.

"okay you can stop now," you added, when it became crystal clear that satoru would go on and on just for the sake of someone finally addressing his shameless acting. you would rather die than have it continue. 

he grinned, radiating self-assured pride as he addressed your little group.

you got gojo’s character down perfectly that you ended up basically predicting that audio 😭

liar, liar masterlist here:

i have heard that audio recently 👀

and i mean… what can i say?

when you live with the man for so many years, you know the ins and outs of his behaviour so well, you can replicate it in a make-belief story 🤭

on a serious note, that last part of ur ask is the sweetest thing ever 😫

i actually didn’t think of my story when i heard the audio, i just thought it was so funny the way he was ugly crying 😭 like that’s so him

but my ego’s literally soaring rn — wdym i PREDICTED his character so well? 😋😫🫶🏽

[shall-we-die]

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{HBD Dear Y/N!~}

A list of gifts they gonna give you 🎁

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☰[Main list]•⊰ X Jujutsu Kaisen

#Part 1 || #Part 2 || #Part 3 || #Part 4📍

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[Gojo]

A really expensive designer handbag (if you usually use them) since Gojo has *a lot* of money. Something special from Tiffany & Co. They have *really* good jewelery. A Rolex, if he hadn’t already given you one. If he already had, he’d probably get you a different expensive designer watch. Other expensive designer stuff, like shoes, clothes, etc (I’m not great at fashion so that’s all I can think of)

[Geto]

Perfume A bouquet of red roses Things related to your hobbies

[Sukuna]

Head of your enemies... haha If Sukuna were to buy a birthday gift for his s/o, it would probably be something extravagant and expensive like jewelry, diamonds, designer clothing or god knows what... He could also indulge in his cruelty and buy torture devices or deadly weapons, especially if you are not a lil-hero brat with a good personality.

[Nanami]

A fancy bracelet or watch A luxury spa day A bottle of expensive wine or champagne Tickets to a fancy restaurant A gourmet meal made especially for you A beautiful bouquet or arrangement of flowers

[Megumi]

A new book or manga that you have been wanting A necklace, ring, or bracelet with a special or personal message A cute plush toy or stuffed animal A handmade gift or a framed picture of you together

[Itadori]

A handwritten love letter or poem expressing his feelings for them A framed photo of a meaningful moment you shared together Tickets to a concert or play you've been wanting to see A heartfelt stuffed animal or plushie

[Inumaki]

A custom-made sweater or hoodie with a design that reminds him of you A bouquet of your favorite flowers, wrapped with a pretty ribbon A personalized handwritten card with a heartfelt message inside A small bouquet of assorted sushi ingredients, arranged in a charming pattern

[evergumi]

okok could i request like where reader and gumi are dating and like reader always steals his clothes and wtv but he doesn't rlly notice until his closet is basically empty or smth

WAIT RHATS TOOOO CUTE ILL START IT RN <33333

[2jimbi]

“megu—“ gojo stops when he walks in on you and megumi kissing.

you immediately push yourself off megumi and you can feel your face heating up intensely.

megumi’s worse—you sneak a glance and you can see his face is drained of any color. he looks at the floor, ashamed of his life and rethinking every decision that led up to this.

“megumiiii,” gojo says in a sing-song voice. you can hear megumi groan under his breath. the poor guy hasn’t even said anything other than his name, but he knows what’s to come.

gojo’s eyes widen. “is that lipstick on your neck?” he gasps dramatically. “my megumi! don’t tell me you’re doing all this behind my back?!” he whines loudly, shaking megumi’s shoulders.

megumi pushes gojo off roughly. “leave me alone! don’t you have other students to bother?”

gojo has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “awww, are you shy? perhaps a little embarrassed? i mean, i did walk—-“

“get the fuck out!” megumi yells. he drags gojo out of his dorm and slams the door. then, his attention turns towards you.

he lets out a sigh of relief. “really? lipstick stains?”

you shrug sheepishly. “i didn’t think it’d stain that bad!”

he shakes his head and weakly laughs. “yeah, okay. you owe me.”

“a kiss?”

“a few.” he smirks.

you giggle. “shut up and come here idiot.”

[lokissweater]

you noticed me ⚾︎

{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}

summary: megumi fushiguro is one of the best players on the major league baseball team, and when you finally spot him on the big screen after practically dozing off at every game you went to with your girl friend? you were absolutely IN LOVE, but IN DENIAL that he could ever like you back… but he does, and bad.

warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, NASTY NASTY MEGUMI, oral sex, SMUT, pussy eating in locker rooms HEH, mentions of drinking but like tiny just once, reader is oblivious to the way megumi wants her, DOMINANT AF MEGUMI PHEWW, cursing, flufffff!!, barely any angst, DIRTY TALK, pet names, aged up characters.

word count: 12.1k (IK IM SORRY ITS A CUTE ONE THO)

authors note: you GUYSSSS i love megumi fushiguro i want him so bad and i LOOVEEE this fic!! i worked like a little worker bee for days and i really hope it makes you guys happy :] MWAH!!

want more? you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!

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megumi fushiguro was the hottest baseball player you had ever seen in your life.

and you didn’t even like baseball to begin with, dozing off at every game your girl friend dragged you to because her boyfriend was on the major league team— but the one time you decided to open your eyes and pay attention to the big giant screen in front of you?

there he was in all of his emo glory.

number eighteen.

focused, half lidded eyes resembling borderline boredom as he waited for the pitcher to throw, his forehead glistening with sweat, flushed red cheeks, and his jet black hair slightly peeking over his forehead from underneath his baseball cap.

“my god—” your hand flew and you gripped your girl friends arm tightly, your jaw to the fucking floor as your eyes were gorilla glued to the screen, her quirking a curious eyebrow at you as she matched your frantic nature.

“what? what is it? who did you see? whats happ—”

you pointed your finger up at the screen, him swinging and hitting a fucking grand slam as he proceeded to get four runs with one hit, the one thing you knew about baseball besides a home run.

“that’s a— that’s a grand slam!” you pointed frantically, probably looking absolutely insane as you stood and screamed your fucking head off.

your girl friend laughed loudly, “you like fushiguro? megumi fushiguro?”

you jumped up and down, your girlfriend astonished and laughing as this was the first time she’d ever seen you energetic at a baseball game.

“he’s friends with yuji!” she yelled over the hollering of the crowd. “we can go to their locker room after and you can say hi! i heard he’s kind of mean though—”

“no!” you spun around, eyes wide and terrified. “i already know he’ll eat me alive then! i’m a loser, i can’t talk to him i don’t have game i—”

she rolled her eyes. “you’ll be fine—”

“no i can’t!” you shook your head frantically. “please he looks like the type to love bomb me and then leave me i don’t think i can handle that—”

she snorted. “are you sure?!”

you hesitated for a moment, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed back over to the screen, seeing megumi breathing a little heavy from running the field, his hands on his hips as he scanned the arena.

you sighed through your nose. “yeah i’m sure!”

“suit yourself!”

a year. a year you spent continuing to tag along with your girl friend to their games, staring lovesick and sad at the big screen over megumi, and standing outside far far away from the locker room once they scored another big win and not going in like you used to, waiting for your girl friend to finish up speaking to her boyfriend as you tried your best to avoid the chance of running into megumi.

she finally emerged from the locker rooms one day, a knowing smirk on her face.

“i told yuji.”

you blinked. “told him what?”

“that you like fushiguro.”

“no!” you gasped, a hand flying and smacking over your mouth. “please no im about to experience the biggest heartbreak of my life—”

“oh relax!” she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you towards the locker room doors. “he’s not even here megumi already left, but yuji wants to talk to you.”

“why?!” you exclaimed. “to let me down easy? to tell me he’s sorry on his behalf—”

your girl friend just about threw you in and went in after you as you stumbled, eyes blown wide as the air became humid and heavy, several of the players lounging about and refreshing themselves as the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed through the space— deep, broad voices laughing filling the room as yuji spotted you, his eyes friendly and polite. “y/n!”

you relaxed and smiled, “hi! you guys played really well today!”

“megumi also played really well today.”

“oh my god—” you groaned, throwing your head back as you spun around, heading straight for the exit.

“wait wait!” he laughed loudly, jogging up to you. “sorry sorry.”

“what do you want with me..” you mumbled.

he gave you a half smile. “i wanted to tell you that megumi’s weird.”

you snorted, “elaborate please.”

yuji threw an arm around your girl friend before continuing.

“you know we support your feelings and what you want…” he began.

your eyes narrowed. “why are you guys talking to me like you’re my parents—”

“but—” yuji cut you off. “i’m just gonna be straight with you. i’ve never ever seen megumi interact with anyone, let alone another woman, besides the team.”

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen him have a proper conversation with anyone on the team besides you actually…” your girl friend muttered to yuji.

yuji winced. “yeah…” he turned back to you. “back when megumi and i first got signed, he was really popular and a lot of girls would come up to him after games for his number or just to talk to him.”

“well obviously he’s a greek god,” you grumbled. “this is hurting me man get to the point.”

he sighed. “he basically scared all of them off. didn’t give a single one a chance and was kinda mean... he would either ignore them or straight up just tell them he wasn’t interested without them even being able to get a word in.”

you stared blankly.

“i tried to tell him that he needs to be nicer but he’s just not interested.”

you kept staring.

“that’s why i’m telling you this because we don’t want you to get hurt and i feel like if you try and talk to him he’s gonna be a dick and it might…” yuji looked at you sadly. “it might be a lost cause.”

you blinked.

“y/n?”

“that’s fine!” you squeaked, hands tight at your sides. “a part of me already knew. i read about it in an article, and i’ve seen his interviews.”

your girl friend looked at you with concern filled eyes. “are you okay?”

“yeah!” you waved them off. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“because your eyes are red.”

“ppffttt!” you blew out. “i’m fine! seriously. i never intended to talk to him anyways, i’m too much of a scaredy cat.”

you extended your arms out and engulfed the both of them, squeezing tight. “thank you guys for telling me though, i appreciate it.”

“y/n…” yuji trailed off.

“i’m gonna take off though, i’ll see you guys later, okay?” you waved and opened the door. “love you!”

and you scrammed, your heart in a million pieces.

it’s not like you didn’t already know. you knew, so why were you sad? why did you feel like you just got ran over by a double decker bus? why did you pathetically feel so sad?

this was the reality. you never stood a chance.

so why were you crying?

you continued walking down the hall and towards the main exit, utterly embarrassed at your sobbing and trying your best to hide it as you navigated through several groups of people, your vision entirely blurry as you were basically drowning in your tears.

you had barely escaped the crowd when you spotted a little secluded area in the lobby, trudging over pathetically and plopping down on the coushy seat as you wiped your cheeks, staring at the wall in front of you— a huge glass casing proudly decorated with the teams trophies and awards, gigantic portraits of the players on the team adorning the walls with megumi’s serious beautiful framed face right in front of you just making you feel worse.

you already knew, but regardless of megumi’s stand off ish personality, you liked it. you had curiously browsed his interviews and quotes in articles, and you always laughed at his responses, him almost every time offending the staff without even trying or knowing, and you found it so so funny, it only making you admire him and want to get to know him even more, even if it was just a friendship.

megumi fushiguro was one of the best players on the team in history, and as you closed your eyes, silent pathetic tears still slipping down your cheeks?

he never felt so out of reach.

“here.”

your eyes opened, but you literally could not see jack shit as your tears were still blurring your line of sight, you completely and utterly mortified that a stranger caught you sobbing as you wiped your face quickly in response.

“put on my sunglasses if you don’t want people to see you crying.”

the voice was gruff and lazy, but you could not care less as you took the sunglasses and settled them over your eyes, the lenses so freaking dark that you couldn’t see a single thing— your sight worse than before.

but it relieved you, as you figured no one could see your bloodshot eyes and therefore thankfully not notice you losing your mind over something so stupid.

“thank you,” you mumbled. “sorry.”

“for what.”

you felt the plush of the bench shift next to you, figuring that the stranger man sat beside you as you refused to look in their direction out of embarrassment.

not that you could even see in the first place.

“for looking like a loser.”

the stranger man snorted. “s’fine.”

you wiped your nose with your sleeve, sniffling.

“how do you see in these?” you muttered softly. “they’re making me claustrophobic i can’t see a thing.”

“that’s the point,” he hums.

“how come?”

“i get migraines everyday. they help.”

“oh i see.” you responded softly. “have you ever run into a wall because of them?”

you hear him huff out through his nose. “i did once, when i first got them.”

you giggled gently. “did you bleed?”

“no,” he spoke calmly. “i got a bump on my forehead.”

you snickered, “what? loserrr.”

you stood up and carefully tried to walk around a little, testing out how to guide yourself through the dark lenses and trying to be careful and not bump into a wall (which was literally impossible), your hands out, feeling around.

“jesus christ i’m just kidding now i feel bad. i think im gonna bump myself into a wall too so we can call it even.”

you couldn’t see, but the stranger man’s lips twitched at your comment.

“don’t do that.” he murmured. “sit back down.”

you listened and started making your way over, feeling him reach out and wrap his fingers around your wrist carefully and guide you to the bench, you plopping down on it once you felt it.

“thank you!” you responded sweetly. “…i’m actually glad i can’t see a thing right now.” you perked up, pushing the sunglasses back up over the bridge of your nose.

“why is that.”

“so i don’t have to look at megumi fushiguro’s big portrait in front of my face.”

the stranger man stopped.

“…why?”

“because he indirectly broke my heart.”

you heard a little audible laugh, and you smiled to yourself.

at least someone is having fun right now.

“how did he indirectly break your heart?”

“my girl friend’s boyfriend is yuji itadori. she spilled the beans against my will about how i have a crush on him, and yuji told me that he’s mean and he’ll basically bite my head off and tell me to scram.”

“did he?”

“uh huh,” you nodded. “they were trying to let me down easy, but it’s not like i was gonna try and talk to him anyways. i’ve gone a year without saying anything i can go on and on and on.”

the stranger man hummed.

“he’s so cool though��” you murmured, dazed. “he’s gonna be a hard one to forget about.”

“why do you like him?”

“i feel like im being interrogated,” you giggled.

you felt the stranger man lean back against the wall. “sorry, just curious.”

you copied him and crossed your arms, “mmm… because he’s really good at what he does. i admire that most of all.”

you tilted your head. “everyone berates him for being mean but i like that he’s supposedly mean for some reason…. he’s just serious about his profession and he doesn’t want to waste time. he’s also the hottest man i’ve ever seen so that definitely helps.”

the stranger man laughed a little.

“i don’t know,” you sighed sadly. “maybe i’m just demented. i am demented.”

“if yuji itadori told you the exact opposite about him, would that have encouraged you to go up to him?”

you sat in thought for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. “no. it’s too embarrassing for me and i’m also a big fat wuss so…”

you slid your fingers underneath the lenses and rubbed your stinging sore eyes. “maybe in the next life if i’m lucky, ill be reincarnated as a cool baseball man too and i won’t have to deal with this shit.”

“cool baseball man.” he repeated, tone seemingly amused.

“yup.”

the stranger man sighed. “is this why i found you crying?”

“maayybeee?” you dragged out shyly, your cheeks flushing.

it was silent for a moment, your vision completely black but his on your rosy cheeks, oddly staring that if you could see right now, you’d probably call him a creep.

“i’m sorry i made you cry.”

you jumped back.

“no not you!” you huffed. “have you not been paying attention? catch up man—”

you felt a shadow reach up and tug the sunglasses slightly away from your face, your eyes constricting against the bright lights of the hall as they tried to adjust.

and when they did?

megumi fushiguro was sitting right next to you, a tiny smile on his face dressed in all black with his teams baseball cap on.

your eyes widened dramatically and you slapped both hands over your mouth, beyond horrified as everything you had thought you were telling a stranger about him, you were telling him directly, your brain short circuiting and your body heating up like a fucking hot flash.

“oh my god i’m so sorry!” your voice was muffled, you shaking your head in absolute denial.

you immediately sprung up and grabbed your purse, slowly backing up further and further away from him.

his smile widened.

oh my god.

megumi fushiguro was smiling, a sight you’ve never ever seen during his games, practices, interviews, articles, or magazines as your cheeks increased in shade— wanting to mentally take a picture and remember forever as you knew you’d probably never see him smile like that again.

but he was smiling.

“pretend i don’t exist!” you stammered, “pretend this never happened i’m sorry this is so embarrassing keep winning your games okay and i’ll keep being an idiot far far away from you—”

“where are you going?” he chuckled lowly.

“—you’ll never see me again i’m going home and i’m going on lockdown—”

he laughed through his nose, his lips in an amused smile.

“you don’t have to do that.”

“yes i do—”

“you don’t have to forget me either.”

“that i definitely do—”

you were halfway out of the main entrance doors.

“hold on y/n—”

megumi stood, his long legs walking over to you and you froze.

y/n?

you slowly turned around, your face pale and afraid.

“how do you know my name?” you asked softly.

“your best friend is dating yuji, is she not.”

you nodded, eyes blank.

“i’ve been seeing you inside the locker room after our games for like… two years.” megumi mumbled.

oh.

oh that’s right.

you didn’t actually notice megumi until last year, when you decided to finally open your eyes for once during a game and that’s how you spotted him for the first time on the big screen in front of you, in all of his gorgeous handsome entity.

“oh.”

he raised a hand and pressed his index finger to your forehead, nudging you softly.

“dummy.”

“s-sorry..” you gave him a wobbly bashful smile, your cheeks pinky as you rubbed your red eyes.

his eyes slightly softened and he shook his head. “s’fine.”

megumi continued to stare at you, a stone cold face that always seemed to scare off the teams entire fan base, but only made you feel numb and giddy all over every single time.

you smiled wider then, and megumi’s lips twitched.

cute.

“i’m— i’m gonna go now.”

“do you have a ride home?”

you stopped. “no i was just gonna call an uber—”

he shook his head and walked past you, his shoulder brushing gently with yours with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you turned and stared at him.

he paused and looked over his shoulder.

“you coming?”

your eyes widened. “coming? w—where?”

he rolled his eyes. “i’m taking you home.”

“no!” you shot your hands out. “it’s okay! really! thank you thank you i appreciate it but—”

he stared lazily.

“come.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line and tipped your head down, taking tiny painful steps as you followed after him to the parking lot.

megumi led you from the public parking area to a secluded section around the back of the arena, one you assumed was for players and crew members only as you nervously gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely sick.

you both continued to walk down until you arrived to a private parking garage, megumi slipping out his keys from the pocket of his hoodie as you approached a shiny black luxurious car sitting neatly in a spot.

his car was really fucking nice, and you figured so being as he was one of the most popular players and probably had more than enough money in the bank— your fingers trembling as you gripped the passenger side door, settling yourself inside his plush cool leather seats and all black interior.

megumi pressed the ‘start’ button and his engine roared to life, the motor echoing through the structure as you clumsily tried to put on your seatbelt, your cheeks growing pinker with each passing second that you just couldn’t get the stupid damn thing to— click—

he reached over across the console and took the seatbelt from you, pulling it over your body and clicking it secure without a word.

“thank you.” you said softly, eyes trained to your lap.

megumi gave you a small nod and backed out of his parking space, driving around a couple of rows before making his way out with the night air softly breezing through your hair as he drove, his dash illuminated with blue lines that ran smoothly across.

“can you put your address in—”

“oh yeah!” you jumped. “sorry—”

you reached over and tapped in your address on his big touch screen, watching the way the gps registered the location and gave him the estimated time of arrival.

forty fucking minutes.

“megumi..”

his eyes looked over at you for a second before turning back to the road.

“hm?”

“i live kinda far from here and i don’t want you to drive the opposite way from where you live.”

you leaned a little, eyebrows pinched. “i can take an uber seriously, this is too much trouble i—”

“you’re already in my car.” he deadpanned.

“i’ll jump out.”

he pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.

“i have child lock on.”

“child lock?!” you gawked. “is this what you think of me?”

“you’re a little helpless… and you’re a crybaby.” he mumbled. “child lock stays on.”

you giggled after, your eyes shining and filled with mushy feelings for him as you nodded. “you’re probably right.”

he looked over at you then, and he smiled, softly.

“what do you do?”

you fidgeted. “h—huh?”

“do you um…” he ran his thumb over the top of his gear shift. “do you work? do you go to school?”

he’s asking you?

“i go to school!” you responded shyly but kind. “i go to a college that’s about fifteen minutes from your stadium. i usually go and meet up with my best friend after class if there’s a game.”

he hummed. “are you a big baseball person?”

you grimaced.

do you lie? do you tell the truth? do you roll down his window and attempt to jump out of the car that way?

you played with a strand of your hair. “i— i um—”

he raised an eyebrow.

“i— don’t?”

he cocked his head. “you don’t?”

you shook your head no, completely ashamed of who you are as a person as you covered your eyes.

“i knoww i suuucckkk,” you whined. “the only things i know about baseball are home runs and grand slams— which you did!”

you pointed at him excitedly. “last year! i remember you hit a grand slam! i got so excited that for once i knew what the fuck was going on and why everyone was going crazy…”

you fiddled with your fingers nervously, your eyes trained to the road. “i felt so included.”

he chuckled, and unexpectedly, reached over and gently ruffled your hair.

you then stared at him as he did so, doe eyes wide and cheeks pink.

megumi was truly just beautiful— his smooth face that didn’t have a single blemish on his skin shining under the moonlight, his black spiky hair peeking from under his cap that you had no doubt in your mind was soft and velvety.

you hated that you’d probably do anything for that man.

“i’m sorry i made you cry,” he repeated, you recognizing his words from before.

your eyebrows furrowed.

he was still thinking about that?

you shook your head furiously, “you didn’t! i swear it’s okay. i’m just crazy.”

he huffed out a laugh.

megumi thought you were odd, but in a good way. he thought everything you did was a little funny, as you were jumpy and clumsy and a crybaby and helpless, but he also took note of how polite you were. he noticed how considerate you were of him even though you were really upset, and you were kind of sweet… really sweet actually, your personality something that was totally different from the usual girls that came up to him.

well, the usual girls that used to come up to him back when he first started.

megumi pulled into your driveway and shifted the gear into park, the doors automatically unlocking.

you opened the door and stepped out before leaning down and peeking your head in.

“thank you for the ride!” you said sweetly, a cute smile on your face. “i’m sorry you had to listen to my confession against your will.”

he shook his head. “it’s alright.”

you went in to close the door.

“y/n.”

you leaned back down, “yeah?”

“are you gonna stop coming to our games?”

you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, your eyes darting around the interior of his car nervously.

“i— i don’t think so.”

“good.”

megumi watched you close his door and walk back a bit, him shifting his gear into reverse as the corners of his lips turned a tiny bit upwards.

“i’ll see you then.”

as you watched him pull out and drive away, his engine roaring down the street, you could not stop or simmer down the way your heart raced against your chest, so much so that you were afraid it was going to burst through your chest and literally kill you.

the next time you went to a game, you hadn’t told your close girl friend yet as she led you through the crowd and down to the v.i.p. lower level seats like always, a kind courtesy of yuji’s that he did whenever he could.

as you watched, you embarrassingly spotted megumi almost the minute you arrived, stars and hearts in your eyes as you watched him do his thing and work magic through the field with his absolutely insane batting, strong and purposeful as he barked orders or observed the opposing team for leads.

once his and the opposing team switched sides, megumi looked up as he jogged, his eyes seemingly scanning the v.i.p. front sections until he spotted you.

he raised a hand and gave you a little wave, and your eyes widened as you timidly, hesitantly, gave him one in return— your cheeks turning pink.

“who are you waving at?”

your girl friend pressed a cheek against yours and looked.

“who is- fushiguro?!”

you looked at her sheepishly.

as you recounted the story to her, her eyes bulging out of her sockets and screaming her head off every two seconds, her head snapped to the field.

“i have to tell yuji—”

“no!” you gripped her shoulders. “it’s literally nothing! he drove me home and he probably just feels bad for me.”

“megumi isn’t the type to make a crying girl feel better or drive her home.”

“it’s because he knows that we know yuji.”

“mm i don’t think so..” she scowled, crossing her arms in eventual defeat as she stared straight ahead.

that’s how it went for about a month.

you would come to their games, megumi would wave at you from the field or you would catch his attention and wave at him, and you would briefly speak to him casually just after his games, your conversations with him usually lasting no more than three minutes as he was often pulled by his coach or a crew member.

but even though the conversations were short, they were really nice, and the both of you never seemed to notice the people around you wanting his attention until he physically had to get pulled away.

but you still refused to go inside the locker room, knowing that was surely the place where you had to talk to him for longer than three minutes. you were too scared, embarrassingly so as you bid your girl friend and yuji goodbye from just outside the door before leaving every time, completely unaware of the way megumi would stare expressionless at you from inside.

when your girl friend invited you to the team’s yearly banquet, you flat out said no, decision firm and unmoving as she begged you over and over and over again.

“please please you have to go! you can’t avoid megumi forever!”

“what is the purpose of me going though?” you sighed, shaking your head with a smile at the sight of her dramatically on her knees over you. “for you it makes sense because you’re with yuji but what’s the excuse for me? i’m not anybody’s plus one.”

“yes you are,” she got back up on her feet and wiggled her eyebrows, “you’re megumi’s plus one.”

“bye i wish,” you mumbled, plopping down on your bed.

“okay you’re my plus one, or yuji’s! so he has two plus ones!”

she walked over and sat down next to you, resting her head against your shoulder as she sighed. “please come. you don’t have to talk to megumi okay? fine. but just come with me, i’ll have a better time if you do.”

you gave her a silly smile and thought for a moment, her sad tone swaying you as you finally gave in.

“only if you swear you won’t force me to talk to him.”

she nodded eagerly.

“i swear!”

so you stood there, nervous and biting your thumb as you frantically looked around, dressed in a pretty black off the shoulder mermaid style gown with a high slit exposing your leg— fiddling with your styled hair as you waited and waited and waited for your girl friend to come back from the dessert table with yuji.

you hadn’t seen megumi yet as you were trying to keep on a look out, because the moment you did see him all dressed up? you were sure you were going to start pathetically bowing for him on your knees in front of all these people and end your social life forever.

finally, she came back and handed you a little pastry, you thanking her kindly and taking a small bite.

“wait no!” she gasped, turning her pastry around. “fuck, i got the wrong one. i meant to get the vanilla one this is coconut.”

“i can get it for you this time.” you smiled kindly, her looking at you gratefully as you patted her shoulder, making your way over to the dessert table.

your eyes lit up like stars at the sight of it, grand and luxurious as any kind of pastry you could ever possibly think of was present— neat and gourmet-like, each adorned with elegant toppings as multiple huge chocolate fountain stations ran from the sides.

“hi.”

you jumped and looked to your right, megumi standing there beside you with a bored expression, clad in a polished black button up and slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

you gulped.

“h—hi.”

“i didn’t think you’d come.”

he lazily picked up a tiny slice of chocolate mousse cake and looked at it.

“i was dragged by my best friend,” you puffed out a laugh. “she said i was her and yuji’s plus one or something like that.”

he nodded, biting his cake slice and swallowing.

“you stopped coming inside the locker rooms.”

you faltered.

he noticed that?

“oh yeah! i just—” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “i’ve been really busy with school so i study right after…”

for some reason megumi eyed you carefully, and your cheeks grew pinker the more he blatantly stared at you as you fidgeted.

“are you—”

“fushiguro!”

you both turned your heads to the source, and you spotted an unfamiliar guy, one who you assumed was on the team with them, smiling enthusiastically and throwing a heavy arm around megumi’s shoulder.

“who’s this? i’ve never seen you talk to anyone besides us!”

megumi only spared him a nonchalant glance before he looked back over at the dessert table.

the unknown man extended a hand out to you, and megumi’s eyes snapped to it.

“hi! i’m takuma!”

you cheerfully took his hand. “y/n!”

“are you megumi’s girlfriend?”

you gawked, guilt and embarrassment already filling your body at the thought of megumi finding that comment uncomfortable and being uncomfortable because of you.

at his own banquet.

“n—no!” you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. “i came with my best friend and yuji.”

takuma unhooked his arm and let it rest beside him. “oh nice! you know yuji as well?”

you nodded, “mhm!”

the rest of the crowd began to take their seats for the awards ceremony segment, and the three of you walked over to your designated table by yuji and your best friend, who’s eyes widened at the sight of you next to megumi.

you all sat, and takuma pointed to the empty seat next to you.

“is anyone sitting here?”

“oh no!” you smiled politely. “it’s empty you can—”

“take mine ino.”

megumi pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down on it, scooting up. “it’s closer to the front.”

huh?

“o—oh!” takuma scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “okay! thanks fushiguro.”

he only nodded in response and stuck his face in his champagne glass, sipping.

and he was right. you watched as takuma navigated through the circular tables before sitting in a seat that was right smack dab in the front.

“that’s really nice of you megumi!” you chirped. “he has such a good view now!”

“mhm.”

your best friend smacked a hand to her forehead with a shake of her head, and you looked at her quizzically.

the awards ceremony was the most fun you’ve ever had, as you were over the moon for all of the players that were awarded prestigious titles and recognitions, and even more excited for yuji and megumi, the both of them combined taking award after award that by the time the event was done, your table was filled to the brim with frames, medals, and trophies.

your doe eyes glowed over megumi’s earnings, pride and admiration bubbling in your chest as you took in the result of his hard work, feeling like he was the most talented person you ever had the privilege of knowing.

he stared at your enamored look.

“you’re so cool, gumi..” you gushed, not even noticing the little nickname you gave him.

but he did.

“cool baseball man?” he responded softly, referencing your words from when you first met.

your eyes snapped to his and you gave him the shiniest smile, nodding quickly. “yeah! cool baseball man.”

megumi looked down at his awards, and after a couple of seconds, picked up a shiny gold medal hung on a baby blue striped lanyard, holding it out for you.

“here.”

your eyes traveled down.

“what?”

“for you.” he pushed the medal forward.

shock crossed your face, and you frantically shook your head, pushing the medal back to him. “no! no megumi that’s yours you earned it—”

megumi rolled his eyes and held on to the edges of the lanyard, effortlessly setting it over your head and around your neck, the medal clinking and twinkling against your chest.

“i have four others. it’s fine.”

“no but—”

he carded his thumbs underneath your hair and gently slid your hair out from beneath the lanyard, setting it delicately over your bare shoulders.

yuji and your best friends jaws were on the floor, but you didn’t notice, too busy ogling over the fact that megumi fushiguro was the kindest person you had ever met, utterly amazed that he selflessly gave you something so precious. you.

your gaze trailed down to the medal, and you softly touched it with the pads of your fingers.

“t—thank you gumi…”

his lips twitched.

you realized then that the music had started and the crowd had already dispersed to celebrate, some dancing in the center while others mingled on the sidelines or hogged the dessert table.

and you spotted your best friend with yuji, the both of them smiling adoringly at each other, laughing and dancing— something bashfully wished for yourself as you grinned softly at them.

megumi followed your gaze, and he huffed an amused small laugh through his nose.

“they met at a party didn’t they?”

you looked to him and nodded, “uh huh! i was with her. she was so scared to talk to him and i literally had to throw her in.”

he scratched his cheek. “i remember. i was there.”

your jaw dropped. “you were?!”

he nodded. “and i remember you too.”

you sat there in silence.

how long had megumi been around in your life without you knowing? how didn’t you ever freaking notice?

before you could press any further, megumi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers to his forehead in pain, groaning softly.

you jumped, “are you okay? what’s wrong?”

he shook his head. “migraine. the lights are fucking with me a little.”

“oh!” you frantically looked around the table and around him. “where are your sunglasses? the dark ones the ones you ran into a wall with!”

megumi snorted and shook his head again, eyes peeking at you a bit. “it’s fine. i left them at home.”

your eyebrows rose, “you left them?”

he nodded and dropped his hand, sitting up straight and trying to open his eyes fully to seem normal, but his lids only dropped again and his forehead fell to rest against the table.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled. “just give me a minute.”

“don’t be sorry gumi…”

you figured the rest of the night was going to be like this, and if megumi stayed, he was going to end up dealing with the dull ache in his head for hours on end and not enjoy his banquet.

but you wanted him to enjoy it. this was his night, and you didn’t want him to spend it pissed off and writhing in pain.

“do you want to leave?”

he turned his head to the side and looked at you.

“we can um—” you fiddled with the medal around your neck. “we can go outside? or we can go for ice cream…”

you tilted your head to the side cutely, and you were oblivious to the way megumi’s cheeks went a little pink at the sight.

“ill pay though!” you smiled sweetly. “it’s the least i can do for the medal you gave me.”

he gave you an endearing half smile and nodded.

your eyes lit up. “really?! okay!— wait let me just say bye to my best friend and let her know—”

you quickly stood and walked over to the dance floor, megumi watching after you before picking up his black blazer and holding it underneath an arm, wondering how the fuck he was gonna pick up all of his awards himself.

“y/n!” your best friend gushed. “you’ve been talking to megumi for hours what the fuck is going on—”

you laughed. “nothing! it was nothing but i’m gonna go get ice cream with him!”

“what?!” her and yuji said in unison.

“did he ask you?” yuji pushed.

“no!” your eyes narrowed. “of course not i’m a big fat loser why would he? i invited him because he has a migraine so—”

your best friend hummed, a smirk on her face. “oh i see... use protection.”

“huh?!” your jaw dropped. “no! that’s not—”

“y/n!”

you turned and saw takuma walk over to you, a big smile on his face. “you enjoying the banquet?”

“oh yes! it’s really great!” you smiled kindly. “the dessert table is absolutely insane.”

“right?!” takuma stepped closer to you. “they go all out every year, it’s what everyone looks forward to.”

“i can definitely see why!”

he chuckled and nodded but then turned to you, speaking quieter. “listen um… i was wondering if you were uh— well if you wanted to dance? with me? y’know… maybe get to know each other better and then—”

yuji shoved his lips to your best friends ear.

“he’s stealing megumi’s girl.”

“i know!” she whispered harshly. “what the fuck do we do—”

“i don’t know!”

“well call megumi over—”

suddenly, a tall broad figure walked in between you and takuma, your vision blocked by his back.

“sorry ino,” megumi stepped to the side a little and placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the exit. “we were just leaving.”

yuji and your best friend gave each other a low high five before their eyes darted around, putting on false ignorance.

“sorry!— it was nice meeting you takuma!” you called from over your shoulder before the both of you stepped out of the venue and into the cool night air.

megumi’s car was parked right out front, him unlocking the doors with a button just like he had done the last time, you noticing how all of his awards were set neatly in the back seat.

“oh i’m sorry gumi! did you carry these over by yourself? i was gonna help you—”

you sat yourself on his passenger side seat, the leather creaking with every movement you made.

he shook his head. “i had my publicist team do it. it’s fine.”

“oh okay…” you mumbled, still feeling a little guilty that you didn’t help him.

you went to reach for your seatbelt when megumi’s arm flew in front of you and grabbed the strap, pulling it over your frame and clicking it securely before his hands wrapped back around the steering wheel, just like he had done a month prior.

you couldn’t make out his expression, as it was blank and stone-like and not a word was coming out of his mouth as he backed out from the parking space, but you smiled at him cutely nonetheless and thanked him.

the nearest ice cream shop was literally down the road from the venue, and the drive took less than three minutes before megumi pulled in and parallel parked on the side of the street.

you both stepped out and walked inside, the shop colorful and vibrant as what looked like twenty different assortments of ice cream were on display, your eyes launching across each flavor excitedly.

“i haven’t had ice cream in a fat minute…” you murmured as you pressed your hands against the glass.

“me neither.”

“which flavor do you want megumi?” you asked him sweetly, your eyes still glued to the flavors that it made him chuckle.

“um…” he stepped forward and scanned the different colors. “i’ll take whatever you get.”

you looked at him and your eyebrows softened, “are you sure? what if you don’t like it?”

the corner’s of his lips turned upward, the sight making your heart skip a beat.

“it’s okay. i trust you.”

you ended up getting your all time favorite flavor that you never skip— cake batter, one that tastes different depending on who’s palette it is, and something you anxiously thought over as you gnawed on your bottom lip and stared, waiting for him to try it as you both sat on a park bench not too far from the shop.

“why do you look like you’re about to cry.” he snickered lowly.

your eyes snapped to his and you giggled. “i might if you don’t like what i picked out.” you plopped a little spoonful in your mouth, the cold ice cream melting and spreading over your tongue as you swallowed. “cake batter is a hit or miss for different people…”

he hummed, “how come?”

“it’s either too sweet or just nasty.”

“i have a sweet tooth.”

your eyes lit up, “so do i! i’m a big sweets person. i love love desserts and chocolate and ice cream… but i’m not the biggest fan of candy.”

“you’re not?”

“i love candy but not how i love sweets… and i wouldn’t randomly pick it out like at the store because i wanted to. most likely i would get a cookie.”

megumi liked how much you talked.

“have you always had a sweet tooth?” he pressed on, looking at his ice cream cup.

you nodded. “have you?”

“not really,” he shook his head. “i didn’t pick it up until i met—” he stopped. “…my dad.”

met his dad?

megumi spotted your confusion and continued.

“my actual dad disappeared. dunno where he’s at. all i’ve heard is that he had a bad gambling addiction so i’m guessing it had something to do with that.”

your eyes softened.

“gojo is kind of like my dad…” he mumbled. “he’s supported my sister and i financially ever since i was maybe five or six.”

“you have a sister?” you murmured, eyes big.

he nodded. “i do.”

he scooped a bit of cake batter ice cream up with his spoon and plopped it into his mouth, smiling softly. “gojo gave me a sweet tooth. he can’t go a day without it.”

you’d never heard megumi open up so much before, and you felt incredibly lucky and special to be the one to hear about his family and share a precious moment with him over eating ice cream, something you wanted to treat delicately and remember for as long as you lived.

“do you like it?” you asked softly, gesturing to his cup.

“i love it.”

you beamed, and he took in your cute smile for a minute as you ate some more on your end.

“i’m sorry about your actual dad… but i’m glad you and your sister got the support you needed when you were young.”

he nodded.

“did he encourage you to do baseball? or was it you?”

“he did initially.” he shook his head. “he was annoying at first, was a cheerleader at every game and was so loud.”

you giggled.

“but i grew to like it… and that’s what i wanted to do for a career. if it wasn’t for gojo’s funding i wouldn’t have been able to.”

you hummed, savoring the ice cream a bit before swallowing. “that’s really nice, gumi. i’m really happy you got the opportunity to grow your skill out like that…” you swirled the ice cream around your cup with your spoon. “what you have is a solid gift, and i would hate to see it not get the recognition it deserves when you’ve worked so hard to make it what it is now.”

you looked at him. “so i’m really, really glad that it does get it.”

megumi stared at you, face blank and a scoop of yet to be eaten ice cream on his spoon, his cheeks growing hot.

“i don’t know why you think so highly of me.” he murmured.

everyone thinks he’s rude.

your eyebrows furrowed. “i don’t think megumi, i know. you’re not a mean person, you’re honest and serious about the important things in your life. and if the medal around my neck that you gave me selflessly doesn’t tell you otherwise? i might have to kill you.”

he laughed, loud, his eyes sparkling. “you might?”

you bit your lip to refrain yourself from freaking out over his smooth laughter. “i might.”

you subconsciously rubbed your hands over your chilling arms then and megumi eyed it before he put his cup down, reaching next to him for his blazer and opening it up as he gently placed it over your shoulders.

you looked at him like he was the world then, doe eyes big and round and shimmering, and megumi felt like he could do anything with that look as long as it came from you— a permanent red tint on his cheeks that was entirely your doing.

“thank you..” you mumbled shyly, your eyes glued to your now empty cup of ice cream on the bench as you clutched the sides of his blazer, the smell of him wafting in your nose that made you absolutely weak.

megumi timidly, slowly, reached up and moved a strand of hair from your eyes then, and you looked up.

“pretty…” he murmured, dazed even.

his hand fell and landed gently on your exposed thigh from the slit of your dress, but instead of moving it, he let it stay there, his hand smoothing over your plush soft skin as he was completely entranced by your heavenly face, his body pulling his lips closer to yours as megumi’s breath quickened with absolute need the higher up his hand trailed up your yummy thigh.

you couldn’t say a word, he practically didn’t let you as his lips pressed delicately and timidly against your plush ones, his mouth moving so slowly and his tongue parting your wet lips for the purpose of devouring more of you, all while his fingertips reached and felt the side straps of your panties— the material alone making him erratic and desperate while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.

your mouths moved faster now, the sounds of wet smacking and lips separating to reconnect with more greed than before muffling your ears as he breathed heavily through his nose, his eyebrows pinched together in pent up everything as he finally had you with him after months of you avoiding him.

and then you pulled away with a wet pop.

“i—i’m sorry!” you covered your mouth. “i didn’t mean to kiss you!—”

what?

megumi’s eyebrows furrowed, both of your chests heaving as his cheeks and lips were blushed red.

he shook his head, “no i kissed you—”

“don’t cover for me gumiii,” your shoulders slumped, your brain so in denial that he could ever like you back that it tricked you into thinking you were the one kissing and all over him. “fuck i’m sorry… that was so disrespectful and— and weird of me and i—”

megumi’s hands slipped away from your body and he shook his head, his eyes dead locked on yours with his eyebrows pinched together. “y/n no you’re not understanding—”

“i’m the biggest creep on the planet man i understand if you don’t ever want to speak to me again—” you covered your face and leaned forward.

megumi stared at you astonishingly as he listened to you ramble apologies and dramatic insults for yourself continuously, his shoulders slowly relaxing and his lips turning into a soft knowing smile, your random speech starting to make absolutely no sense at all and his heart aching at the fact of how naive you were.

“y/n.”

you stopped. “what.”

he reached over and pulled your hands away from your face. “you’re helpless, you know that?”

“helpless and a creep.”

he laughed and shook his head. “stop it.”

he stood and offered his hand out for you.

“it’s getting late, i’m driving you home.”

megumi decided he would properly speak to you about it the next time he saw you… except he didn’t.

you started avoiding him like the plague again, horrendously horrified about what you believed you had done, thinking that it was better if you stayed away from him and fulfilled your initial task of forgetting him, no matter how much it hurt you.

you didn’t want megumi to ever be uncomfortable or experience what you believed he experienced with you. he didn’t deserve that. he didn’t deserve a pathetic little fan girl that never left him alone and hindered his work on the field, even though you wished so badly you could see him again, as the taste of his lips and mouth never left your fuzzy mind.

you kissed megumi fushiguro.

“oh my god y/n, you’re so stupid.”

“no i’m not! do you really believe megumi could ever like me back? no! absolutely not. i kissed him and i fucked up and that’s it. i’m staying away from him.”

your best friend ran her fingers through her hair and almost tore a chunk out in frustration. “it sounds like he kissed you! he had his hand on your thigh—”

“that was for stability! he—”

“no it was to feel you up!”

you shook your head side to side with your arms crossed. “nope nope nope nope—”

“y/nnnn!”

as for megumi, the next game he had he looked for you while on the field like he always did, looking forward to seeing your precious face and giving you a little wave… except he couldn’t find you. after the game, he went around the stadium and towards the locker room, inside and back out, the parking lot, his parking lot—

and he couldn’t find you.

this went on for a full three weeks of game after game nearly every day him doing the same exact thing— him getting increasingly more confused and a bit upset at your disappearance, going as far as to staying hours after his games still in his sweaty baseball uniform and cap with hopes that you’ll turn up.

except you never did.

and at the end of the third week, he had had enough.

“oh hey megumi!” your best friend greeted him, her hand fixing around yuji’s hair in the locker room after a game.

“hi.”

he stood there and said nothing, and your best friend eyed him skeptically. “…yes?”

megumi shifted awkwardly. “have you um… have you seen y/n?”

she sucked in a breath. “uh yeah. i saw her this morning.”

“this morning?” his eyes narrowed. “is she okay? why hasn’t she been coming to our games with you?”

“because—” she stammered. “well because—”

“is it our place to say?” yuji muttered.

“is it our place to know?” she whispered back harshly.

“i don’t know!”

“let’s just tell him!”

“but what if!—”

megumi rolled his eyes and huffed. “nevermind. please tell her to come tomorrow, i need to talk to her.”

your best friend gulped and nodded, both her and yuji watching the way he walked away and snatched his cap off, throwing it inside his locker and slamming it shut with his foot before picking up his duffel bag and leaving, not even bothering to change out of his dirt covered uniform.

“i’ve never seen him so stressed,” yuji commented.

“it’s because he likes her and she’s being an idiot…” your best friend sighed sadly.

so when she came to you the next day and told you megumi needed to speak to you, she amplified how upset he was to get you to feel bad and feel the urgent need to come to the game tonight, which you of course did.

and you were worried. so so worried and scared that he was finally going to tell you off for kissing him, to tell you that you sucked and that he never ever wanted to see you again in his life and that you were a disgusting human being—

but the roar of the crowd pulled you from your thoughts, the team winning once again as many began to pack their things and take their leave. you were completely and utterly shitting yourself, petrified and already heartbroken over the fact that megumi was officially going to cut you off as a friend when you hadn’t even had the chance to try and win him over yet.

and the way he played on the field tonight was way more aggressive than normal. he was louder, meaner, and didn’t take his eyes away from the ball or his opponents as he nearly got into a fight with another player, yuji and a few others needing to pull megumi apart and set him aside to cool off— the cameras and reporters having a field day in regards to him.

and that bothered you like nothing else. why the hell were they so excited over him getting angry? to amplify the brand that he upholds as the teams meanest player? as if they’ve never had a bad day a day in their lives? what was the point?

and it was all because of you, you realized.

you made him upset.

you covered your face with your hands and groaned, feeling like you wanted to cry.

“y/n…” your best friend patted your back. “it’ll be fine… he just needs to talk to you! you don’t even know what it’s about.”

“i can take a wild guess.”

she looked at you worriedly before picking up her things. “whenever you’re ready babe… i think he’s in the locker rooms by now.”

she left you there to gather yourself, and you sat there for a couple of more minutes before finally getting up and making your way to the locker rooms.

most of the fans had cleared out by now, and the sun was beginning to set as you passed and squeezed through crew members and news reporters, gnawing at your bottom lip as you turned a corner and spotted the locker room, many of the players already leaving.

just as you had reached your hand up to open the door, a firm voice called out to you.

“y/n.”

you froze, retracting your hand as you turned to look.

megumi stood there at the end of the hall, his baseball uniform still on and his cap dangling from his belt loop, hands in tight fists with his chest rising and falling, an agitated look on his face that you had never seen before.

“h—hi-”

“are you trying to forget me? is that what’s going on?”

your eyebrows furrowed.

“what?”

megumi took stride full steps towards you. “you finally talk to me, you confess to me, you disappear for a month, i wait for you, you finally show up at the banquet looking like the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my fucking life—”

he stopped in front of you. “takuma tries to steal you from me, i get pissed off, i fall for you at the park, i kiss you—“ he threw his arms up. “and you disappear again!”

your eyes bulge out of their sockets.

fall?

“you what?—”

“so i’m asking you again,” megumi bent his knees to look at you at eye level, his hands coming up to cup your pink cheeks and his face so close to yours you can make out the exact color of his eyes.

“are you trying to forget me? like you said you would?”

you fidgeted.

“i— i was doing it for you—”

“why for me? i never said—”

the feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was making your heart do backflips and trick shots as your wide doe eyes looked at him.

“because when i kissed you i made you uncomfortable and i don’t ever want you to be so i thought it’d be best if i left you alone—”

“okay let’s fix that right now,” his hands tightened slightly around your cheeks and he readjusted his footing, knees still bent. “i kissed you. if anything i should be the one worried if i made you uncomfortable because i put my hand on your thigh like that and for that i’m sorry.”

“no but—”

“yes y/n. i kissed you because you’re polite and you’re sweet and you’re funny, and you don’t see me as rude like everybody else does. and even though you’re naive and helpless sometimes, i like that you are. i like you.”

“but you’re megumi fushiguro…” you squeaked.

“so?”

“and i’m a loser.”

he laughed so cutely and shook his head, his pearly whites fully shining at you so big that it took you back to the first time he smiled in front of you.

“no you’re not you big dummy.”

he let go of your cheeks and placed his palms flat against the brick wall behind you, cornering you in as he let his head hang low, the top of his spiky black hair the only thing in your line of vision.

“i don’t know how else i can make you see…”

he sounded so exhausted, and your heart clenched.

“was it—” you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. “was it actually you that kissed me?”

he nodded, head still hung.

“and do you actually like me? like— like more than a friend…”

“way fucking more,” he mumbled.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain yourself from screaming.

you couldn’t believe it. the megumi fushiguro, number eighteen, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen and the kindest one you’ve ever met… liked you.

“i could’ve sworn i kissed you..” you spoke softly, trailing off.

“you didn’t.” his voice was firm. “i kissed you and i put my hand up your thigh…” his forehead lifted to rest on the crook of your neck as he sighed a deep breath.

“i told— i told takuma to scram at the banquet because i got jealous that you were talking to him more than me. i saw you crying in the hall that first time we spoke and i recognized you and i went up to you because finally—”

he picked his head up slowly, eyes serious. “finally, you noticed me.”

he was so close that your nose brushed gently with his.

“you’re so dense y/n…”

megumi’s eyes flickered to your lips, “i’ve wanted you since the party.”

“the party?” you murmured.

he nodded. “the party where your friend first met yuji.”

your breath hitched as you felt his hands slide down the wall and snake over your hips, holding you tightly against him as the shock of his words made your body numb and tingly.

since the party?

it all seemed to click into place then, every single moment megumi tried to get you to look at him, to talk to him, in his own discreet way that you were completely oblivious to. and you were so fucking caught up in this fog of denial, that a person like megumi could never be interested in a person like you, that it made you push him away for the longest time without even giving yourself a chance.

you were so fucking stupid.

your arms slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, the rough feeling of his baseball uniform underneath your fingertips and arms as you pressed your nose up against his shoulder shyly, feeling so incredibly bad for avoiding megumi for so long.

“i’m sorry…” you mumbled. “i’m sorry i was so oblivious gumi.”

you felt him shake his head from the crook of your neck silently, the vibration of his heart beating rapidly against you making you sweat and melt at the same time.

“don’t be.”

“i just—” you struggled. “i just thought you didn’t like me like i liked you and i wanted to respect your space…”

“i understand,” he muttered. “but i don’t want you to respect my space anymore.”

you held him tighter.

“and—” your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder.

“hm?”

“i liked it when you put your hand on my thigh…”

megumi stilled, you playing the night he kissed you over and over in your head again like you’ve done since it happened— the thought making you nervous and timid.

he gripped you tighter.

“did you?”

you nodded, “mhm.”

megumi without parting from you, slipped a hand under your shirt and soothed his fingers over the bare skin of your torso, your breathing stuttering, his rough hand radiating warmth.

“what else do you like.”

you gripped the fabric of his uniform.

“i like… i like the way you kissed me. and how you touch me… like right now.”

your voice was so so soft, practically a whisper as he seemed to shiver under your words, wanting more.

“what else.”

“you,” you mumbled. “your body… your hair… your face… your hands… the way you talk to people.”

“you want me?” he murmured breathlessly.

“more than anything.”

“what else do you like?”

you leaned your head back a little and pressed your lips to his ear. “the way you play ball.”

he hummed, “you like the way i play baby?”

you nodded, your heart hammering.

he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and shamelessly pressed his lips to your cheek, murmuring.

“you wanna see what else i can do?”

“what— what else?”

megumi’s face remained pressed against your cheek as he let both of his hands now snake underneath your shirt and upwards, slowly but roughly groping the cup of your tits over your bra, feeling you up as you gasped.

“uh huh..” he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss to your pink fuzzy cheek. “‘cause i can do a lot more than just be your cool baseball man.”

he roughly spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming back up to your breasts to grope you as he shoved and rubbed his hardened clothed dick against your perky ass, your tiny skirt riding up and revealing your pretty pink panties that made him absolutely feral.

“gumi!” you gasped. “s—someone could see—”

“i don’t fucking care.”

megumi buried his nose further into the back of your neck and your hair, him being a little pervert in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.

he dragged his mouth up against your skin and latched on to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting sloppily against it as he marked you aggressively, no doubt in your mind that a purple bruise would follow soon after as his hands slipped under your bra now, pinching your hard nipples meanly and laughing when you jumped.

you moaned and whined against the wall, your body trembling as you felt your slick arousal slip from your hole and dampen your panties, choked up embarrassment coating your face as he shoved his fingers down your skirt without warning.

“you’re soaked baby…” he whispered. “and all because i grabbed your tits?”

“megumiii…” you whined, and you squeaked as he quickly slipped his fingers in between your pussy lips and pinched your clit.

“gumi,” he corrected. “fix it.”

“g—gumi—”

“good, pretty baby...” he praised, his dick rock fucking solid against your ass at the way his fingers slipped and slid in between your lower lips without much effort, both of your chests heaving and panting as your brains frazzled erotically.

the sounds of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall and you both immediately froze, a gasp slipping past your lips before megumi quickly covered your mouth with the same hand that was just fingering you.

“shh.” he kissed the back of your head.

if anyone were to walk in and see the sight before them— megumi with his crotch pressed up against your ass, a hand pushing your top and bra up, squeezing your bare puffy tit and the other covering your mouth?

they’d drop dead.

without another moment wasted, megumi uncovered your mouth and turned you around, his tongue darting out and licking the patch of wet on your cheek from his fingers before shoving them in his mouth, sucking up your left over juice as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder.

megumi was freaky.

your eyes widened as he walked to the double doors of the locker room and kicked it open with his foot, turning around to lock them shut before walking to a corner and setting you down gently on a bench, his palms flat beside you on the smooth wood as he towered over you.

“is— is everybody gone?”

“long gone.” he nibbled at your cheek.

“but— but what if someone wants to come in?—”

he pulled away and got down on his knees. “i’ll tell them to fuck off.”

you panted as he pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed, spreading them apart slowly with his eyes trained to your drenched cute pink panties.

he slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted, bending you and pressing your knees closer to you as your back hit the lockers behind you, your hands gripping the bench for dear life.

“has anyone ever seen your pussy?” he gruffed, licking his lips.

you shook your head, embarrassed. “n—no.”

“has any other man touched you the way i’ve touched you?”

“m—maybe in high school?—”

megumi sunk his teeth into your inner thigh and bit you as you yelped.

“thought you liked me.”

“i do!” you sputtered.

“clearly not if you’re being a little whore and letting other filthy men on you.”

your hole clenched.

“that— that was before you!”

he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your pussy covered panties, dragging it slowly and agonizingly up until the tip of his tongue passed and flicked up against your clit, the tip moving around and around your little nub as your thighs shook.

“doesn’t matter.” he let a string of drool fall from the corner of his lips and over your ruined underwear, your eyes fluttering as you felt his warm saliva ooze in between your lips.

“and what about takuma, hm?”

you tried to open your eyes. “ta—takuma?”

“mhm. he was all over you.”

you hiccuped as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties and pulled them down.

“i—”

“bet he wanted to do to you what i’m doing right now…” he hummed. “would you have let him?”

he stuffed his nose into your bare pussy and inhaled deeply, your jaw dropping as you squeezed your eyes shut.

your lack of response caused him to pull away and bite your thigh again, harder.

“would you?”

“n—no!” you shook your head quickly, strands of your hair lightly grazing your face. “i wouldn’t—”

“so who then?” he licked over his bite mark. “who would you spread your legs open for like this and let them see what a nasty fucking girl you are…”

“you gumi!” you hiccuped. “just you—”

“just me?”

megumi finally let his tongue slither itself in between your folds, slowly running over your flaps and clit as your hole continued to squelch out your arousal, pooling on the bench beneath you.

“y—yes!”

he slobbered and spit over your pussy like a starved dog, his face glistening like sugary glazed sweets.

“that’s what i fucking thought,” he hummed. “you gonna try and forget me again?”

“no!” you shook your head. “never! i can’t!”

he gripped your thighs tighter as he absolutely violated your folds then, wet sloshing and slurpings filling the air as he spat and shook his head side to side rapidly on your clit, you squealing and attempting to snap your thighs shut in response, his strong grip not letting you even if you tried.

“i—i can’t!” you cried. “gumi slow please it’s too much—”

“be a pretty baby and stop complaining.” he ran his slimy tongue over your pussy entirely before shoving it inside your hole.

you choked and clasped a trembling hand over your mouth, tears of ecstasy spilling from the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.

you whimpered and moaned and cried so pathetically, so cutely in his ears that he grinned as he pumped his tongue in and out of you filthily.

“you’re so fucking sweet—” he slapped your cunt and you jumped. “good thing i have a sweet tooth.”

your legs shook violently as you began to see stars, your tight hole clenching and sputtering around nothing as you felt your release approaching.

“gumi—” your hand flew back to the bench and you gripped it. “m’gonna cum! i’m— i’m gonna make a mess—”

megumi’s hand shot up and wrapped around one of your thighs so the tips of his fingers met your clit, his digits proceeding to rub and flick it as you climbed and reached your high, a high pitched scream echoing through the steamy locker room as your pussy leaked your sweet cum on his tongue.

you shuddered and jumped at the way he cleaned up your release and swallowed it, running his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on your thighs before coming back up and wiping his glistening face with his sleeve.

megumi leaned in and pressed a gentle loving kiss to your lips, a complete turn around from the feral beast you had in between your legs— you kissing him back with just as much feel and affection.

he pulled back and got back up on his feet, you watching him ditzy as he jogged over to his locker and turned the lock until it clicked open, him rummaging inside for a little before he shut it and came back with a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.

“put these on baby,” he murmured.

you nodded sweetly and took them from him, you slipping off your skirt and pulling his sweatpants over as you watched him bend and look over corners.

“what are you looking for?” you asked softly.

he perked up then and stuck his hand under a bench, pulling out your wet ruined pink panties and holding them up high like a trophy.

“oh my god—” you covered your mouth in embarrassment. “give me those!”

“nope.” he shook his head and walked over to his duffel bag on the floor, unzipping it before stuffing your panties inside. “these are mine now.”

megumi came back up and wrapped his palm underneath your chin, tilting your face up softly before planting a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.

“and so are you.”

and that you were.

you went on many many dates with megumi after that, each and every single one so incredibly lovely and fun, a genuine connection you felt with him and each other that you had never ever felt before in your life, absolutely enamored by the way he gently treated you and made you feel like the only one that mattered in his life.

your best friend was obviously over the moon for you, squealing like a maniac at everything you told her, and always teased megumi about his lovesick face whenever you came to his games or appeared in the locker room to help him change, sort his clothes, or fix his hair.

“megumi…” she snickered. “your cheeks are a little red! are you like— sick?”

he scowled at her and turned the other way, wiping his sweaty forehead as he watched you bounce down the steps cutely and onto the field after one of his practices, a huge smile on your face that replicated on his.

the minute you jumped into his arms, he peppered your little cheeks with kisses as you giggled and ruffled his spiky hair, asking him how he felt about practice and other things after he set you down.

without anyone noticing, a journalist was on the field, and at the sight of megumi fushiguro’s beaming toothy smile as he watched you run to him, they quickly snapped a photo and published it.

one was a perfect portrait photo of his shining white smile (that later became his signature picture) and the other was a photo of his arms out for you as you ran, the both of them causing an absolute uproar that altered megumi’s image from that day forward.

megumi fushiguro was thought to be the meanest player on the team since the day he got signed.

but when he started taking more pictures with fans, kind of stopped offending the people around him, signed more autographs, and smiled occasionally at the paparazzi— all while your pretty self stood right next to him?

megumi fushiguro was sometimes the meanest player on the team.

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4: everyone poops in the library btw

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I LOVE SPELLING YUMMY WRONG IM SORRY jummy ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

Also rip yuta you would have loved crumbl cookies

emo boy drama is crazy

ok bye bye ilysm