synopsis: After six months of secretly dating, your first sleepover with Megumi goes terribly wrong when his parents come home unexpectedly, forcing the two of you to finally reveal your relationship.
a/n: a small fluffy one shot for everyone who has been reading my yuta series! something light for the heart <3 patreon read it first :)
You rang the doorbell of your boyfriend's house, your duffel bag hanging loosely from your shoulder as snow drifted softly around you. The neighborhood was quiet, the kind of silence that only came with winter evenings, and nerves twisted in your stomach as you glanced around for any sign of his parents.
A moment later, the front door opened.
Megumi stood in the doorway, his usual sleepy expression brightening the instant he saw you. A cold breeze swept past him as he stepped outside, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"Hey," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Come in. It's freezing out here."
You quickly stepped inside, grateful for the warmth that wrapped around you the moment the door shut behind you.
"Are you sure this is okay?" you asked, adjusting the strap of your bag.
Megumi had invited you over for a movie night, and maybe even to spend the night if things worked out. It all depended on whether his parents had already left for the weekend.
Though, if you were being honest, they probably wouldn't have minded either way. From what little Megumi had told you about his dad, he seemed pretty laid-back. At least, that was what you hoped as your nerves continued to buzz beneath your skin.
"Yeah, my dad's away at some gambling tournament, and my mom went with him."
"What about your sister?"
Megumi scratched the back of his neck. "I think she's staying with a friend this weekend..."
"You think?" Your expression fell. "I thought you said you had the place to yourself."
"I do," he said quickly, giving you a reassuring look. "Trust me."
"Okay," you replied softly, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in your voice.
You and Megumi had been sneaking around for the past six months. Neither of your families knew about your relationship, and for now, both of you preferred to keep it that way. It was easier for everyone's sanity.
Your dad was incredibly strict, despite the fact that you were twenty years old and more than old enough to make your own decisions about dating. Megumi's reasons were different. He simply wasn't ready to introduce you to his family yet, especially not his father.
So the two of you had fallen into a routine, carefully planning weekends and stolen afternoons around empty houses, quiet schedules, and moments when no one would ask questions. It wasn't ideal, but for now, it was enough.
"Come on, let's drop your bag off in my room."
Megumi took your duffel bag from your shoulder and led you upstairs. His room was dim and cozy, the soft glow of a lamp on his desk casting warm light across the space. He set your bag down carefully in the corner before turning back to you.
"Do you need anything out of it?" he asked.
You shook your head, already making yourself comfortable on his bed.
Normally, the two of you would have claimed the entire house by now. The living room would be covered in blankets and pillows, the kitchen thoroughly raided for snacks and drinks. But tonight felt different. Megumi seemed unusually tense, and you could tell he wasn't entirely confident about where his family was, or when they might come back.
"Can we watch a movie?" you asked, hoping to ease some of the nervous energy hanging in the air.
Megumi walked over to his desk and switched off the lamp, leaving the room illuminated only by the television screen. You grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options, eventually landing on the one movie you could watch a hundred times and never get tired of.
Megumi climbed onto the bed beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you. He settled in comfortably, draping an arm around your shoulders and gently tugging you closer until you were tucked against his chest.
For a moment, all the nerves, secrecy, and uncertainty melted away, replaced by the familiar comfort of being with him.
You curl up into a ball next to him, the warmth of his body felt good against your cold skin. Just standing in the snow for a minute almost froze you into a statue.
"You're freezing," Megumi murmured, shifting slightly beneath the blankets.
"That's exactly why I'm putting my feet on your legs," you said with a laugh, nudging them against him. "They're nice and warm, so stop trying to escape."
Megumi let out a soft laugh but didn't say anything else. You relaxed further against him, feeling his warmth seep through the blankets. After a moment, he rested his head gently against yours.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, Shrek playing softly in the background as the two of you fought against sleep.
It was already two in the morning. Sneaking out this late was the only way you could see Megumi without raising suspicion at home. And tonight was different; it would be the first time you ever spent the night with him.
Despite the secrecy, despite the nerves that still lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but smile. Curled up in his arms, with the glow of the television flickering across the room, this felt like exactly where you wanted to be.
The sharp slam of a door jolted you awake. Your eyes immediately darted toward Megumi, but he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Still fast asleep, he remained sprawled beside you, breathing softly. You glanced at the alarm clock sitting on his desk.
Only a few hours had passed since the two of you had drifted off to sleep. You sat up slightly, holding your breath as you waited for another sound.
A quiet sigh escaped your lips. Maybe it was just the house settling. Maybe the wind had caught something outside. Slowly, you sank back beneath the blankets and nestled against Megumi once more. He still hadn't moved an inch, his features relaxed and peaceful in sleep. A few strands of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and the faint sound of his soft snores filled the silence.
A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched him.
For someone who always seemed so guarded and serious, he looked completely different like this, calm, vulnerable, and utterly at ease. And for a moment, despite the secrecy and the nerves that had followed you all evening, everything felt perfectly safe.
Your eyes widened as the loudest, most enthusiastic scream you'd ever heard echoed through the house. Beside you, Megumi shot upright in bed. Even in the darkness, you could see the panic flash across his face.
"That's my dad," he said groggily, running a hand through his messy hair. Under different circumstances, you would have thought his sleepy voice was incredibly attractive.
Instead, your stomach dropped.
"I don't know." Megumi threw the blankets aside and planted his feet on the floor, hurrying toward his bedroom door. He reached for the lock, twisting it into place.
"Should I hide?" you whispered frantically, yanking the blanket over your head as if it could somehow make you invisible.
Megumi had never spoken much about his father, but whenever he did, there was always bitterness in his voice, as though even saying his name left a bad taste in his mouth.
"No," Megumi said quickly, glancing back at you. "My mom might make him go straight to bed. Don't worry."
You were currently in his bed, at four-thirty in the morning, with his parents unexpectedly home downstairs.
Worrying was all you could do.
"Isn't this against your clan's rules or something?" you whispered frantically. "You know, having a girl over—in your bed, who isn't your wife?"
Megumi rolled his eyes despite the tension. "Fuck the clan rules," he muttered. "I'm more worried about your dad finding out."
You let out a groan, but before you could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
Your stomach dropped. Panic surged through you as you threw the blankets aside and scrambled toward his closet, determined to hide yourself somewhere, anywhere.
Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough.
The overhead light flickered on, and Megumi's father stepped inside.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair and a presence that seemed to fill the entire room, he looked between you and his son, whose hands were currently occupied trying—and failing—to shove your duffel bag out of sight.
Silence stretched for a beat.
Then the man tilted his head slightly.
"Who's the woman?" he asked coolly.
You swallowed hard, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Megumi had never said much about his father, but standing in front of him now, you understood exactly why.
Megumi groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "A friend."
One of Toji's eyebrows lifted, amusement creeping onto his features. "A lady friend?"
Straightening your back, you gathered what little courage you had left and offered a nervous smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you said quietly. "I didn't mean to intrude."
Toji looked at you for a moment before glancing back at his son, the smirk on his face growing wider. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
"Fun?" Megumi's mother appeared in the doorway, arms crossed as she shot her husband an unimpressed look. "Nothing about this is going to be fun. Leave them alone, Toji, and go to bed."
She sighed, rubbing at her temple. "They're not doing anything wrong."
Toji folded his arms over his chest. "Clearly, he has a guest in our home that we don't know about."
"Clearly," she shot back, "you haven't noticed him sneaking her in for months now."
You felt your soul leave your body.
Megumi groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. "Mom."
"What?" she said innocently. "Did you think I wouldn't notice an extra pair of shoes by the door? Or the snacks disappearing twice as fast? Or the fact that my son suddenly started using cologne?"
A grin spread across Toji's face as realization settled in.
"So you've had a girlfriend this whole time?" he said, sounding far too entertained. "And here I thought you were destined to be alone forever."
Megumi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
Meanwhile, you stood frozen in place, wondering if it was too late to climb out the window.
Megumi's mother finally smiled at you, her expression much softer.
"Y/N, right? Don't mind him," she said, jerking her thumb toward Toji. "He's just excited because this is the first girl Megumi has ever brought home."
"Mom," Megumi deadpanned, "if you say one more thing, I'm moving out."
Toji laughed. "Relax, kid. I'm just happy to know you're capable of romance."
"Go to bed," Megumi muttered.
"After I get her side of the story," Toji replied with a smirk.
Megumi let out a long sigh. This was, without question, the worst possible way for his parents to find out about his girlfriend.
"I-I don't think I have a side," you admitted nervously, clasping your hands together.
Megumi's mother smiled warmly, her expression softening.
"That's okay," she said. "It's four-something in the morning, and Toji just barged in and woke the two of you up. You're allowed to be a little speechless."
Toji scoffed dramatically. "Barged in? This is my house."
"And that's their room right now," she shot back. "At least have the decency to knock and wait for an answer."
"You waited half a second."
"It was a very generous half second."
Megumi groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Can everyone please stop talking?"
His mother laughed softly before turning back to you.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're not in trouble. If Megumi likes you enough to sneak you in for six months, then you're probably a good person."
"You're making this worse."
Toji grinned, clearly enjoying his son's misery.
"So," he said, leaning against the doorframe, "are we finally getting introduced to the girl who's been stealing all our snacks?"
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
Megumi looked ready to throw himself out the nearest window.
"I hate this family," he muttered.
His mother patted Toji's shoulder. "Congratulations. You've officially embarrassed your son enough for one night. Now come on."
Toji sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm expecting a proper introduction over breakfast."
The second they stepped out of the room and closed the door behind them, Megumi flopped back onto the bed with a defeated groan.
"I'm never recovering from this."
You couldn't help but laugh.
At least the secret was finally out.
