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Photo Booth ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

You go to the fair with Megumi and trap him in a tiny Photo Booth. He tries to act cool, but it only takes four flashes of a camera to leave him utterly undone.

The night air was a dizzying blur of neon and noise. A giant Ferris wheels spun like glowing gears against the dark sky, casting strobes of electric blue and hot pink over the teeming crowds. Everywhere Megumi looked, the fair was a frenetic pulse of energy—the scent of deep-fried dough tangled with the sticky-sweet aroma of kettle corn, while the distant, metallic roar of a coaster provided a steady bassline to the shrieks of laughter. Yet in the middle of the chaos, Megumi was looking at you. Laughing and looking around for the next attraction to go on.

Between you sat the remains of a cloud-sized heap of pink cotton candy, now reduced to a few sticky tufts. You pinched off a final, airy piece, "Last bite," you smiled, hovering the sweet treat near his lips. Megumi sighed, a faint dust of pink creeping onto his cheekbones that had nothing to do with the neon signs. He leaned in, eyes fixed on yours rather than the candy. Yet, instead of pulling the sugar from your grasp, his teeth bit against your skin, deliberately clamping down on your fingertips. "Ow!" you yelled, flinching back. Megumi didn't let go immediately, holding your gaze for a split second longer before releasing you. A laugh huffed from his chest—quiet, but drowning with mischief. "What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow “You literally said bite.” He tried to shrug it off but the corners of his mouth were still twitching upward. “Bitch” you rolled your eyes, bringing your fist down against his shoulder in a sharp, playful smack. The hit barely registered against his frame, but Megumi let out another soft chuckle, refusing to drop the smug look.

As the last bit of sugar melted on his tongue, you reached out and hooked your hands around his forearm. His skin was warm against yours, his muscles solid and unyielding for a split second before he let out a defeated huff and allowed himself to be moved. “Wait the shooting gallery is the other way—" he started, but you were already tugging him toward the small, weathered box tucked between a popcorn stand and the ring toss.

The booth was ridiculously small—a vintage relic that seemed designed for only one person. Megumi sat down first and you followed, ducking behind the curtain. The curtain hadn't even fully settled behind you before you claimed the only available space—his lap. Megumi let out a sharp, muffled gasp “What are you—” the sound died in his throat as his hands instinctively caught you to keep you from sliding off. In the cramped, dim square of the booth, every sensation was magnified. The air felt heavy and charged. Before he could even protest, his arm snaked firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest to fit you both within the camera's narrow frame. His other hand landed on your thigh, his fingers splayed wide, grounding you there.

Megumi could feel the plush warmth of your skin melting perfectly against his palm, and a sudden, realization locked into his chest. He liked this. He liked this way more than he really should. Completely enthralled by the smell of your perfume, your laugh, and the way your skirt rode up just enough for his fingers to sink into the softness of your thigh. It took everything not to tighten his grip and pull you even closer. Your arms came to wrap around his shoulders, fingers tightening into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself against him as if to ensure he wouldn't let go. There was a wondering thought in Megumi’s mind that questioned whether you were comfortable or not. You on the other hand looked at him with a smirk that told him you were exactly where you wanted to be.

“You're going to make us fall over," he muttered, though he didn't move his hand. His voice was low, sounding more breathless than annoyed. You didn’t respond and instead clicked a button that said ‘start’. The screen in front of you began its countdown: 3... 2... 1..."Megumi, look!" you cheered, leaning back against his shoulder. The first flash went off, a blinding white strobe in the tiny space, but he didn't look at the lens. He was looking at you, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction, a rare, fierce look of possession crossing his usually calm features that was perfectly captured by the camera.

“Okay, okay” you patted his chest in excitement “now do this!" You hooked your fingers into devil horns and stuck your tongue out. Megumi stared at you like you’d lost your mind for a split second—the usual stoic expression his friends knew so well. But around you, his defenses always seemed to collapse. Honestly, he was comfortable enough to do anything as long as you were there. A small laugh escaped him, he shook his head before finally giving in and mirroring the pose. Megumi was mid-laugh with his tongue sticking out just as much as yours, his eyes crinkled and bright with ease.

You think about the next pose the two of you should do when you get an idea. The arms around his shoulder tighten and your fingers come up to tangle in the dark, messy spikes of hair. Megumi’s breath caught, a soft hitch in his chest that you felt more than heard. “You're too close," he murmured, though his actions betrayed him as he pulled you even harder. Before he could recover his composure, you lean in and press a firm, soft kiss to his cheek. Megumi could feel his entire body go rigid, breath stuttering as his skin turned a shade of red that rivaled the neon signs outside. The photo snapped right as his eyes went wide, his hand on your thigh clenching in a sudden, frantic burst of nerves.

You didn’t pull away, lips remaining pressed against his cheek, ensuring the camera captured it as clear as possible. Your arms wound tightly around his shoulders anchoring him to you. Megumi didn’t move—he wouldn’t dream of it. The hand on your waist that once simply held you in place shifted immediately. His fingers splayed wide as he slid his hand up your torso, palm resting firmly against your ribs. He wasn’t just letting you sit there anymore; he was actively holding you up, demanding you stay as close as possible. A low, shaky breath escaped him, his head tilting into the kiss as his eyes fluttered at the touch. When you finally pulled back, he met your gaze through half-lidded eyes. The kiss was something so simple, so effortless but suddenly he found it difficult to form a single coherent thought. “Why’re you pulling away?” his voice a low, rough plea. Megumi’s eyes dropped lower to admire the lips he already wished were back on his skin.

A wicked smirk crossed your face as you lean in just close enough for him to feel your breath fan over his lips. “If I don't pull away, how am I supposed to see your face turn red?” you hummed, voice dropping to an airy whisper that made his stomach do a flip. Your fingers playfully brushed the dark hair at the nape of his neck which only made the flush on his face spread to his ears. He stiffened, his half-lidded gaze snapping wide as he desperately tried to reel his composure back in. “What? I’m not—my face isn't red,” he stammered, the lie catching in his throat. He looked away, as he tried to push you up just an inch—though his hands were shaking too much to be convincing. “I was just... it’s hot outside” Megumi bit his inside lip, cursing the fact that you was close enough to feel his heart pounding against his chest.

“Right. Of course. The brutal, cool night air,” you laughed softly, your thumb gently brushing across his burning cheek. You allowed the sarcasm to hang in the air for just a second longer, enjoying the way his gaze darted anywhere but you. Then, your expression softened, the sharp edge amusement melting into something genuinely sweet. You shifted your weight slightly against him, and grabbed his jaw so he could look at you. “Well, since I’m the one who took you here…” you continued, voice dropping into a gentle, inviting tone. “I’ll let you choose the next pose. Whatever you want, dude. What are we doing next?”

Megumi thought about it for a second before letting out a slow, defeated sigh. If you were going to give him the choice, he was going to take the only option that allowed him to hide. Before you could step back, his arms wrapped completely around your waist. His grip was strong, large hands pulling you flush against his torso as he clutched your weight entirely into him. Without a word, he dropped his head heavily onto your shoulder, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. Locked in his embrace, you could almost hear the frantic rhythm trapped inside his chest. “Just stay like this," he muttered, his voice muffled and hot against your skin. From this angle, he was completely hidden from the camera lens—and, more importantly, from your teasing eyes.

There was no hesitation. As his face dropped onto your shoulder, you reached up, sliding your palm along the side of his neck, fingers gently cradling his jaw to steady him. Your thumb lightly traced the sharp line of his bone, pressing him just a fraction closer into your skin.

Megumi had intended for this pose to be a shield, a desperate attempt to hide his burning face from view, but the shot exposed nothing but his craving. With his eyes closed, his head sunk deeper into the curve of your shoulder, drinking in the scent of your skin. He leaned into you so helplessly that he could feel your pulse thumping wildly against his lips.

3… 2… 1…. Flash. The sudden, sharp click of the camera shuttered as the final picture was taken. Megumi didn't scramble back this time. Instead, his eyes opened slowly, the heavy fog of the moment clearing as he reluctantly pulled his face away from your neck. His movements were calm, deliberate, but his hands lingered. Fingers remained firmly on your waist, his grip refusing to let go—a silent, desperate plea for you to stay right where you were on his lap. He didn't want you to move. But as you shifted to stand up, his hands slid off your torso. Despite his resistance, he didn't say a word when you walked off. Megumi simply let his arms fall heavily to his sides, jaw flexing as he stared down at the concrete, silently mourning the sudden loss of your warmth.

Megumi quickly followed you outside to grab the pictures. "Woah,” you handed him one of the photo strips “These photos are so sick." Megumi’s eyes scanned the each frame, a quiet sense of pride easing into his posture as he studied the frame where you kissed his cheek. There was something possessive about the way you kissed him, your fingers wrapped around him as if you could do whatever you wanted with him, as if he was entirely yours. And the worst part of it all? He wanted nothing more. “Yeah," he agreed softly, his shoulders relaxing. "It actually turned out really well." He swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he tried calming himself down. The vulnerability that had just exposed itself in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, intense focus on his shoelaces.

Megumi took a photo of the whole photo strip and you watched as his fingers tapped rapidly across his screen. A second later, he clicked his phone off and then tapped the display to wake it up. There the images were. Every pose, every laugh, and the undeniable closeness between the two of you all on display as his Lock Screen. "Suits you," you smiled softly, your heart doing another small flutter. You tapped your own phone, setting the exact same photo as your background before locking the device and holding it up to show him. Megumi stared at your matching screen for a long, quiet moment. A very small, barely visible smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he shoved his phone into his pocket, turning his head to hide it. “Let’s go” he muttered as his hand brushed against yours. He didn't pull back this time. Instead, his fingers moved discreetly, slipping between your own until his palm was warm against yours. Before you could even process the sudden thrill of his touch, he gave a territorial, firm tug, redirecting your path. "Hey!” you gasped, stumbling slightly as he pulled you along with him. "Where are we going?”

"To win that plushy you kept staring at earlier," Megumi replied, not looking back at you, though his grip on your hand remained tightly locked. Your eyes widened as you realized he was leading you back toward the boardwalk game stalls—specifically the shooting gallery. "The one where you have to knock down the targets with that clunky wooden gun?" you asked, letting out a skeptical laugh. "Megumi, don't waste your money. Those carnival games are totally rigged. The corks are too light and the targets are weighted."

Megumi stopped right in front of the brightly lit booth, finally turning his head to look at you. The soft, rare smile from earlier was still dancing on his lips. "You talk too much," he grumbled, though his thumb gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go to reach for his wallet. "I'm winning it anyway."

By the next morning, the giant rabbit stuffed animal was in your room and that photo remained as his lock screen. He never explicitly mentioned it, but it didn't take long for the others to notice. Every time Gojo or Nobara caught a glimpse of his phone lighting up on a desk, the teasing was merciless. Megumi would instantly turn red, aggressively shoving his phone in his pocket with a sharp scowl and a mumbled threat. Yet, despite the endless flushing of his cheeks and the heat rising to his ears, he never once changed it, because the mere sight of you brought a quiet, helpless smile to his face whenever he checked his phone.

[blueberriesyuh]

Movie night ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Megumi Fushiguro isn’t ‘touchy’ except when it comes to you. Movie nights in his room were supposed to be simple but between the shared snacks and the way his hand always seems to find yours, the word 'friends' is starting to feel like a lie.

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The only light in the room came from the TV screen, casting a blue glow over another one of your frequent movie nights in Megumi’s room. This time, you chose a cheesy 80s horror flick. You sat shoulder-to-shoulder on his bed, dipping into the snacks he’d specially picked out for the occasion. Even though this was his room, pieces of you were everywhere: a framed Photo Booth strip from when you guys went to the fair sat by the TV, and your favorite jacket was draped over his desk chair, sleeves tangling with the jewelry you’d left by his computer.

“Oh, come on!" You threw your hands up, nearly hitting Megumi in the jaw. "She has a literal gun in her hand! Why is she running away from the guy with the kitchen knife? Who fucking wrote this?"

You reached for the milk tea on his nightstand, not even asking. As you took a long, frustrated sip through the straw, you kept complaining. "And another thing—how did he get into the house?" Megumi reached over, his fingers brushing yours as he took the cup from your hand. He took a sip from the same straw, his eyes noticing the way you tilted your head back against his shoulder. He set the drink down but kept his hand resting firmly on your knee. "He went through the window you missed it while you were busy yelling at the screen."

Your hair had become a mess from you tossing your head around in annoyance. Megumi watched a stray strand tickle your nose and, without a word, reached up. His fingers were slow, methodically tucking the hair behind your ear and then smoothing the rest down your back. He let his hand linger at the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the skin there in a way that felt way too intentional for 'just friends.'

You were currently mid-rant about the protagonist's life choices, gesturing wildly with a half-peeled mandarin orange. "I’m just saying, if a ghost tells you to leave, you leave! You don't go check the basement because you heard a strange sound!" You shoved a segment of the orange into your mouth, chewing aggressively. "This movie is a crime against cinema, Megumi."

You broke off another piece of the orange and reached back, holding it up near his lips without looking. “It’s sour," you warned. "Like you” Megumi replied. He leaned forward, his lips brushing your fingertips as he bit into the orange slice. You felt the damp, soft heat of the inside of his mouth. The contact was brief—just a second—but it sent a sharp jolt of heat straight to your cheeks. You quickly pulled your hand back, your face flushing a deep, hot crimson that you were grateful the dark room mostly hid. And you immediately glued your eyes back to the screen, staring at a scene you weren't even processing anymore.

The orange was sour enough to make his jaw ache, but he didn't care; he just wanted to feel your hands on him again. “It’s fine," he murmured, his hand slowly slid up so his thumb could trace a slow, heavy circle against the skin of your thigh just below your shorts “Give me another”

You quickly peeled another slice barely able to focus on the fruit with the intense look in his eyes— like he was tasting you instead of the orange. Megumi leaned in, eyes locked on yours as he took the slice in his mouth. His tongue grazed slightly against your fingertips. The wet, hot slide of his tongue pulled a sharp, broken gasp from your throat. At the sound, the rhythmic circling of his hand on your thigh didn't stop—it just deepened. His fingers dragging your skin in slow and deliberate motions.

You forced your eyes back to the screen, despite the frantic rise in your pulse that had nothing to do with the suspense of the movie. “The movie is getting good," you managed. Your eyes fixed on the flickering light of the TV, determined to ignore the smugness of his stare. On the TV, the protagonist let out a blood-curdling scream as the chicken rotisserie on the dinner table suddenly grew eight legs and chased after her with a metal pan. “See? I told you” he felt the vibration of your laugh through his shoulder.

The movie kept on playing, but Megumi couldn't have told you the plot if his life depended on it. The moment your head hit his shoulder he went completely rigid. Unable to focus on anything else. The contact should’ve been enough, it should’ve kept you satisfied. But it wasn’t. You needed more. Taking it a step further, you wrap your arms around his bicep, curling your fingers around the fabric of his hoodie. Instead of teasing, he simply leans into your touch. The hand that was on your thigh reached up to take one of your hands. Tangling it with his.

“Your hands are freezing” he lied, your hands were extremely warm like the heat on your face. Megumi only tightened his grip, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, they really are," you agreed softly, not even try to hide the smile tugging at your lips as you looked down at your joined hands.

The screen zoomed in on the protagonist’s tear-streaked face. The music swelled with melancholy as he swung his sword and announced "You can't just go around killing people. Because when you kill people... they die!" The silence in the room lasted exactly one second before you lost it. “No way!" you wheezed, clutching your stomach. Megumi stared at the screen, his expression a mix of genuine horror and deep physical pain. “If I ever say something that stupid, I want you to actually kill me. Because apparently, I'll die." You nodded in response, still laughing from the ridiculousness of the script.

He found it increasingly difficult to watch even a second of the film. Eyes flickering down to look at the piercing on your eyebrow, then lower to the shape of your eyes, until his gaze finally reached your lips. Craving the press of your mouth against his. Megumi’s restraint finally snapped he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. You stiffened, a dark blush instantly flooding your face as you turned to him. “Megumi?” You whispered, he had never done that before “What was that?” Megumi felt his own face heat up, but he didn't look away. He just gave your hand a small, grounding squeeze. “I don't know,” he admitted, his voice low and a little rough. “I just... I couldn't help myself.'"

“Then don’t,” you breathed, your hands reaching up to thread through his dark hair. You tried to guide him back to your other cheek, wanting to meet his eyes, but he resisted your pull. Instead, he dipped lower, trailing his lips beneath the curve of your jaw to press a slow wet kiss against the sensitive skin of your neck. A sharp gasp escaped you when his teeth playfully bit into your skin, a possessive bite that sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your face went scarlet, heat blooming across your cheeks as you struggled to find your voice. “You’re weird,” you managed to whisper.

“Probably” he muttered, tilting his head to bite the other side of your neck. Your fingers dug into the fabric on his back, nails scratching against the tense muscles of his shoulders. Megumi sank his teeth with the intent to leave a mark, evidence of his mouth on your skin. Letting everyone know exactly whose hands had been on you. The sensation so overpowering your head fell back inviting his lips to wander further. He didn't pull away immediately; instead, he lingered there, his breath hot against the mark he’d just made, savoring the way your heart hammered against his chest. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, unfocused, and glazed with a heavy sort of hunger.

“You wanna... watch another movie?” he asked, the words sounding clumsy and forced. You didn't answer right away. Your hand remained anchored being his shoulder, while the other drifted up to cup his jaw, your thumb smoothed over his cheek, lingering near the corner of his mouth. You just nodded, your gaze dropping to the slow, heavy curve of his lips. Wondering how much longer you could keep playing the part of his 'friend' before the lie finally burned through.

The silence of the room finally seemed to crush him. He didn’t pull away; instead, his hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in as if he were trying to keep himself from shaking. “If you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds,” you breathed, your hand sliding from his jaw to the back of his neck, “I’m going to lose my mind.” The last thread of his composure didn't just snap; it disintegrated. He didn't even let you finish, surging forward. A low, guttural groan escaped him as he pressed his lips against yours, rough at first then slow as he finally savored the taste of your mouth. You tilted your head back, body arching into him as you kissed back. Soft, broken whimpers escaping your lips.

His mouth moved over yours with a newfound, sweetness, you could taste the notes of the chocolate he’d been snacking on earlier. Biting the bottom of his lip to indulge in more. He responded with a muffled groan, one hand sliding from your hips to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbones with a reverence that felt like a silent apology for making you wait so long. You feel a sudden weight as he leaned forward, the mattress dipping as he presses your back into the sheets. Megumi settled between your thighs, your fingers threading tighter through his dark hair, nails grazing his scalp as you pulled him down, desperate to bridge the final fraction of an inch between you. You didn't want space, just wanted to be consumed by him. Your legs instinctively tangled around his waist, locking him in place.

Every time you thought he might pull back to catch his breath, he simply shifted his angle, his mouth reclaiming yours with a desperate, rhythmic hunger. Between the messy, desperate presses of his mouth, you finally managed to gasp “Megumi” the sound of his name coming out as a soft, broken hitch in the quiet room. The effect was instantaneous. He didn't pull away, but he froze for a split second. Hearing his name on your lips, sounding so needy and longing broke something in him. “Say it again,” he rasped, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “Say my name just like that, I need to hear it.” He didn't wait for any response before he was back, his kiss even more forceful and demanding than before, hands sliding down to your waist to pin you even deeper into the mattress. You let out a small—a muffled, vibrating moan that was swallowed entirely by his mouth—but it was enough to make him growl low in his throat. The credits rolled as the movie ended. Long forgotten as the room was filled with gasps and whispers of his name.

[blueberriesyuh]

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[blueberriesyuh]

Are u mine? ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Megumi x reader

Gojo teases you and Megumi’s relationship too much. While you both try to deny his claims there’s a secret part of you that hopes he’s right.

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The lecture hall was densely packed, filled with the low, steady hum of conversation. It wasn’t the usual tense silence of a mission briefing; instead, students leaned over desks whispering while staff moved unhurriedly through the aisles. Gojo drifted through the crowd, tossing out casual waves and chirpy 'hellos' as he wove toward the front, seemingly unbothered by the row of elders watching him from the back.

Gojo clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the hushed hall. “Alright! Let’s get this meeting started by introducing some of my students. The boy sitting on the right table is Yuji, next to him is Nobara, and the one with the white hair is Inumaki”

“Salmon” Inumaki responded

Then, Gojo’s grin widened, shifting into something more mischievous. He walked over to the next table dropping two heavy hands—one on Megumi’s shoulder and the other on yours.

But these two? These are my heavy hitters, my aces," he announced, his voice ringing out clearly for every higher-up to hear. Gojo leaned down, wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders and pulling you both inward until your heads nearly knocked together. With his face jammed right in the middle—his blindfold practically brushing against your cheeks “They’re going to get married one day”

"SHUT UP!"

The shout was perfectly synchronized. You and Megumi bolted upright, chairs screeching discordantly against the floor. Megumi’s face was a violent shade of crimson that clashed horribly with his dark hair, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists.

"Stop talking! Just—stop talking forever!" He yelled, his voice cracking slightly from the sheer mortification.

"SENSEI, I SWEAR TO GOD—" you started, slamming your hands onto the table so hard the tea cups rattled frantically. Your hands came up to hide the redness in your face, completely lost for words. Your hands began to tremble against your face— half from the heat of the blush and half from the desire to punch Gojo into the next prefecture.

A few of the younger sorcerers in the back snickered. Nobara didn't even try to hide it, letting out a boisterous cackle that echoed off the high ceilings. Megumi stood frozen, unable to hide the fact that his face was a brilliant, burning red. He stared at the table with such intensity, wishing he could disappear into the grain of the wood if he looked hard enough.

"Anyways!" he shouted, clapping his hands together once—a sharp, final sound that cut through Nobara’s fading giggles and the low, indignant murmurs of the elders.

He turned his back on your crimson faces and faced the front of the room, tapping a marker against the whiteboard. "Moving on to the actual reason we're all in this stuffy room: the Grade 1 sightings in the Roppongi district. It’s a messy one, so pay attention” Gojo had continued on with the meeting like nothing had happened. The two of you sat back down but remained frozen in place.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp, intentional nudge against your arm. You looked down to see Megumi’s elbow bumping yours. He didn't look up from his notebook, but he leaned in just enough so only you could hear his voice. "He’s actually lost it," Megumi muttered, his voice a low, raspy thread. "He’s completely insane. I think the Infinity finally fried his brain."

You let out a small, stifled breath of a laugh, the tension in your shoulders finally snapping. You leaned back toward him, whispering behind the safety of your hand. "Just 'finally'? I’m pretty sure he’s been like this psychotic since he was in the womb. I'm surprised he didn't try to hand out wedding invitations right then and there."

Megumi’s lips twitched—not a full smile, but the ghost of one. "Don't give him ideas. He’d probably try to officiate the wedding in that blindfold and trip over the altar."

"Right? And he probably only said that to see how many of the elders would have a heart attack. I think he’s winning; look at the guy in the third row, he’s purple." You nodded your head in the man’s direction.

"Exactly," Megumi exhaled, a tiny, genuine huff of a laugh escaping him.

Megumi tried to dismiss it, but the truth in Gojo’s words settled unshakably in his mind. He’s right. God, I hope he’s actually right.

He looked at you and realized he wasn't just okay with the idea—he was secretly terrified of any other outcome.

The two of you kept making fun of the whole situation hiding the fact that while you were laughing at the joke, neither of you had actually said the word 'no.'

After a while everyone was asked to get up and walk over to their selected group. You both walked over to a group of students from the Kyoto school to go over mission details. They were just starting to discuss team assignments when one of them cuts in. “Wait— you’re a foreigner right?” A guy asked, lunging forward to observe your features. “What are you even doing here?” Megumi’s expression darkened.

"Yes," you replied. You forced a tight, polite smile, though your voice was clipped. “Gojo recruited me” You hoped the short answer would be enough to end the interrogation. It wasn’t. "No way!” the guy almost gasped “From where?” He completely ignored your clear lack of interest.

“California” you responded. “Cool! Who’s the president of California?” He asked. “Hmm..." you hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "Mike Sherm?"

"Mike Sherm," the guy repeated, nodding slowly. You caught Megumi from the corner of your eye failing to suppress the slight twitch in his lips. He knew exactly what you were doing.

“Fascinating. But be honest—can you actually feel Cursed Energy the same way we do?” He leaned in, searching your face as if looking for a defect. “I’ve heard that without the barriers and history we have here, foreign spirits are... diluted. Are you able to actually see them? Or do you just wait until something hits you to realize it’s there?”

You let out a sharp, incredulous scoff, your arms snapping across your chest as you stared at him in pure disbelief. “What?” you demanded, the word laced with a mix of anger and genuine shock.

“I’m just saying, it’s important we know if you’ll be able to keep up with the rest of us during the mission since your senses aren't as ‘optimized’ for real Jujutsu. It’s not your fault you were born somewhere so… spiritually empty.”

You felt your pulse spike, but before you could slap the shit out of him, a sharp crack echoed through the room. Megumi had slammed his notebook onto the table right in front of the guy, the sound like a gunshot. He stepped forward, his tall frame physically shoving the student back a step. Megumi claimed the space between you two, his back brushed against your shoulder as he forced the Kyoto student to lock eyes with him instead. “You’re making a lot of noise for someone who hasn't contributed a single useful thought to this briefing. Her being a foreigner isn't the problem here—your pathetic need to hear yourself talk is. Sit down and shut up.”

He took a hasty step back, his hands coming up in defensive, "Okay, okay! Relax, Fushiguro," he babelled, his voice jumping an octave. "I was just curious, that’s all. No need to get so worked up."

Megumi didn't move. He just stood there, his fists clenched at his sides and his breathing heavy. The seething intensity hadn't faded; if anything, he looked like he was one second away from dragging the guy out into the hallway. Before he could take a step forward, you reached out. Your hand slid down his arm, fingers wrapping firmly around his forearm to anchor him in place. At the touch, you felt a sharp tremor run through him. "Megumi," you said softly, a silent plea for him to let it go. "It’s fine, c’mon” Without looking back at the rest of the group, you let your hand slide further down until your fingers wrapped around his. Tugging him towards the exit. He followed without protest, his hand squeezing yours with a quiet, lingering tension. Behind you, the room remained dead silent, the meeting effectively over.

The cool air of the hallway felt like a relief after the stifling atmosphere of the meeting. Megumi’s pace was brisk at first, his boots clicking sharply against the floor, but he slowed down as soon as he felt they were far enough from the rest of them. "They’re idiots," he muttered, his voice still rough with the remnants of his anger. He wasn't looking at the path ahead; he was staring at the floor, his brow furrowed. "Acting like Jujutsu has anything to do with where you were born. It’s arrogant."

He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a restless rhythm. "You shouldn't have to listen to that. Your technique, your senses... they're more refined than half the people in that room combined."

You didn't say anything at first, just let him vent the frustration he’d been bottling up. Instead, you shifted closer, until you could lean your head against his shoulder. His shoulders finally dropped, and the line of his jaw softened. Feeling the shift, you let your head roll slightly to the side, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the dark fabric of his uniform. Megumi went completely still for a heartbeat, his breath hitching in his chest. He didn't pull away; instead, he laced his fingers more tightly through your own. "If he tries talking to you like that during the mission, don't even bother answering him. Just tell me."

You looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes "Careful, Fushiguro. If you keep being this protective, people are going to start believing Gojo’s nonsense."

"They can think whatever they want," he said quietly, his voice steady. "I don't plan on letting anyone talk to you like that. Ever."

You steered him toward the glowing vending machines at the end of the hall, and as you walked, you reached up, grabbing his hand and pulling his arm over your shoulder. He didn’t resist; his arm settled there with a heavy, familiar warmth, his fingers curling instinctively around your side to keep you close. “Pick whatever you want," he muttered, already pulling out his change, his thumb absentmindedly tracing a slow circle over the fabric of your sleeve. Megumi paid for everything—your snacks, your drinks, the extra side of ginger he always made sure you got at dinner.

"You know," you murmured, tilting your head as you watched the faint blush still lingering on his cheeks. "I wouldn’t mind."

Megumi blinked, his hand still holding your drink halfway between you. "What?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy, genuinely caught off guard by the sudden change in your tone.



“Getting married to you," you teased. The blush that had been creeping up his neck exploded across his entire face, reaching the very tips of his ears. Megumi sputtered for a second, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for a comeback that wouldn't come. "I—that's—" He cut himself off, looking everywhere but at you. He shoved the cold soda can into your hands to distract himself,

He looked at you, then at the soda, then back at you, his face reaching a level of crimson that shouldn't have been biologically possible. “I can’t believe you just said that," he managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly under the weight of his sheer embarrassment.

You didn't give him the satisfaction of an explanation. You just popped the tab on your drink with a satisfied click, took a sip, and started walking away. "Said what?" you asked over your shoulder.

"Hey—come back here!" Megumi called out, his footsteps quick and heavy as he scrambled to catch up with you. His hands shoved deep into his pockets as he hurried to your side.

[blueberriesyuh]

Favoritism <3 ₊˚⊹♡₊✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Megumi x reader

Megumi is used to making fun of you and pretending to be annoyed but there’s no denying you’re his favorite.

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“Human Earthworm 4 was such a trip!” Yuji exclaimed while jumping up and down so constantly he almost fell on the sidewalk.

The four of you decided to go watch the latest Human Earthworm movie with Yuji who had previously already watched it but decided to relive the experience again.

“I never expected him to fall in love with Greg, the Human Seahorse. Although the way their kids look still haunts me” you narrowed your eyes, maybe if you squinted hard enough you could erase the memory of those gremlins from your brain.

“Yeah honestly, but that’s because they’re half seahorse half worm” Yuji explained like it was basic science “but it goes to show that love knows no boundaries not even in the ocean” he held out a dramatic fist over his chest, clenching it as his eyes twinkled— completely lost in the beauty of his own words.

“I felt like I was on molly the entire time. I don’t think I’ll watch Human Earthworm 5 when it comes out.” You admitted with a shrug. There was a risk that the next movie would be even crazier.

“WHAT!?!?! WHY!!!????” Yuji shrieked. The comment almost made him jump out his own skin.

“It’s too weird” You said flatly. The movie was 5 hours and there was no way you were going to spend another 5 hours in the theatre watching whether or not the Human Earthworm would gain custody of the kids in the next movie.

“Your one to talk” Nobara turned around to say “your favorite movie is Return of the Lesbian Vampires from Outerspace”

“That movie is peak” you declared with confidence, eyes staring off into the distance with a fond smile “the scene where they defeat the evil emperor Zarkon by choking him with a chicken panini will forever go down as the greatest moment in cinematic history”

“I can’t even disagree with you on that. It was insane” Yuji nodded slowly as if he were replaying the scene in his head “the part where they toasted the bread to ensure fatality was genius”

You turn to face Nobara “So what you’re telling me is that you’ll watch Human Earthworm 5 when it comes out?”

“No it’s too weird. I’d rather pluck my eyes out” Nobara replied instantly, a visible shudder running down her spine.

“So no one’s going to watch it with me??!” Yuji’s eyes darted frantically from person to person as he flung his arms out in betrayal.

“Megumi will” you snag the dark fabric of his shirt to keep him from retreating. Leaning in close and tilting your head to catch his gaze before giving him the most doe-eyed look. “Right Megs?”

You watched the way his jaw tightened and could almost calculate the exact moment his resolve was destroyed. You were the undisputed favorite and well aware of the kind of effect you had on him. Even if you were just friends.

Megumi stared at your hand on his arm, then up at your face.

Just say no, he told himself. It’s a ridiculous request. Stand your ground. Have some self-respect.

“… Yeah” he agreed with a shaky breath

It wasn’t like it was his fault, the way you looked at him alone made it hard to even think logically. Especially the voice you used when requesting certain things from him. That was his weakness. Your tone was sweet and honeyed, but most importantly it was something that you only used on him. It belonged to him and as much as it cost him his pride, it was a privilege he wasn’t ready to give up.

A small, triumphant spark flickered in your eyes. You didn't say anything, but the slight twitch at the corner of your mouth gave it away.

“I’ll watch it” he closed his eyes for a moment, mourning his own dignity. It felt like he had aged 10 years.

“Really!!?!?!” Itadori’s eyes shined like pools of diamonds “You’re the best, dude!

“We’re gonna have so much fun! I’ll buy the popcorn you can get the slushies, I’m thinking cherry and cola flavored. Maybe we can sneak in some KFC, the three piece chicken combo would be—“

Yuji was practically vibrating with excitement, his hands gesturing wildly as he planned the ultimate movie night. Megumi, however, looked like a man being led to his execution.

Nobara snorted, rolling her eyes so hard it looked painful. “Ugh, shut up, Itadori!” she groaned, waving a dismissive hand at him.

“He doesn't care about your three-piece combo or your cola-slushie.” She turned her sharp gaze toward Megumi, a grin dancing on her lips as she pointed a finger at him.

“He only said yes because she asked him,” Nobara drawled, her voice dripping with mocking amusement.

“If it were just you, he would’ve told you to drop dead five minutes ago,” she continued, “I’ve seen cursed spirits with more backbone than Fushiguro when you start doing that ‘puppy-dog’ thing. It’s pathetic, really. Have some self-respect, Megumi!”

A slow, triumphant smirk spread across your face as you looked over at Nobara. You weren’t just the favorite; you were a menace, and you both knew it.

“He isn't pathetic, Nobara,” you cooed, your voice dripping with that saccharine sweetness that made Megumi’s stomach do a slow, agonizing flip. “He’s just attentive.” To drive the point home, you released his sleeve only to wrap both of your hands firmly around his bicep, hugging yourself close to his side. You leaned your head against his shoulder, looking up at him with a gaze so shameless it should have been illegal.

“Right, Megumi? You’re just taking care of me.” Megumi’s entire body went rigid. If he had aged ten years before, he had just gained another twenty. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, the soft weight of you anchoring him in place, and the intimacy of being held like that in front of the others.

“Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want, but you know damn well you got him wrapped around your finger,” Nobara said, crossing her arms with a smug, knowing grin.

She looked at you, then at Megumi’s incandescently flushed cheeks, and just shook her head. “It’s honestly a miracle he hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet.”

“Shut up, Kugisaki,” he muttered, though there was no bite in it. His ears were burning a dull, traitorous red. He knew she was right. He was a total casualty of your whims, but as he felt the soft pressure of your hands still tracing his arm, he realized he didn't actually care.

The group drifted down the sidewalk, the city air cooling Megumi’s still-burning face. As they passed a row of boutique windows, Nobara’s footsteps slowed, her head swiveling toward a display of sleek, designer handbags “That one’s really cool. I lowkey need a new bag.”

“It would go well with the keychains you have. The ones with the beaded flowers” You walked up beside her get a better look at the one she was pointing at.

Nobara turned to look at the bag on your shoulder. The way the polished silver hardware glinted against the sleek black leather was insane. It was impeccably crafted and clearly expensive “Where’d you get that bag? Was it that boutique in Ginza?”

“I actually have no idea where it’s from,” you said, casting a playful, sidelong glance at the boy behind you. “Megumi bought it for me.”

The silence that followed was absolute

Nobara stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open. Even Yuji, who had been mid-sentence about chicken wings, froze. They both turned to stare at Megumi, who looked like he wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow him whole. “Fushiguro?” Nobara’s voice was a low, dangerous hiss of pure shock. “You bought her a designer leather bag? You’re kidding me, right? Fushiguro, you won’t even buy me a bag of chips! You’ve been hounding me for those ten dollars I owe you for three days, but for her? You drop a fortune on a luxury item?”

He looked down at you, his eyes pleading for you to stop smiling. He was a total hypocrite and he knew it. He’d charge Nobara interest on a candy bar, but he’d buy you the entire store if you so much as looked at it twice.

“I got tired of her handing me her keys and her phone every five minutes,” he added, his voice dropping into a grumpy, monotone mumble. “I bought her the bag so she’d actually have a place to put her own things for once.”

Nobara snorted, she could seeing the way he lied through his teeth. “Oh, right. So to solve the ‘inconvenience,’ you bought her a hand-crafted designer piece that costs more than an entire car? You couldn’t have just bought her a five-yen plastic tote?”

You hadn’t even asked him to buy you that bag. Whenever he saw something that reminded him of you—a piece of jewelry that caught the light in your eyes, a pair of shoes that you would like, a snack he knew you always ate— he would just get it for you. He didn't wait for a birthday or a special occasion, it wasn’t necessary. He remembered the day he bought the bag. Megumi had walked into the store and pointed at the display without a second thought. The clerk had started to explain the "heritage" of the piece, but he had already handed over the card.

The price was irrelevant. He’d buy the world for you if it meant you’d give him attention, or better yet, if it prompted you to wrap your arms around him in one of those suffocatingly hugs. Every time you leaned your weight into him as a "thank you," he felt a violent jolt of satisfaction that nothing else could ever provide. In fact, he’d spend every cent Gojo had if it meant he could monopolize your happiness.

Nobara pulled her phone out, her thumbs flying across the screen as she pulled up the brand’s official website. When the page loaded, she let out a sharp, strangled sound that was half-gasp and half-scream. “Fushiguro! This bag is eight hundred thousand yen!” she shrieked, shoving the screen inches from his face. “Eight hundred thousand before tax! That’s not a ‘utility purchase,’ that’s a whole down payment! How can you justify spending that much on a whim?”

Megumi didn’t even glance at the screen. He just kept walking, “Whatever,” he muttered, “It’s just a bag, Kugisaki. Stop being dramatic.”

“Fine, Megs. If you’re suddenly so generous and money means nothing to you, then buy me a new bag. There’s a clutch in that window back there that would look great on me.”

Megumi stopped walking just long enough to look her dead in the eye.

“No.”

“No?!” Nobara echoed, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. “Why not?! You just dropped a fortune on her! Why do I get a ‘no’ before I even finish the sentence?”

“Because,” Megumi responded “I don’t want to.”

Nobara was already at her limit. Her teeth clenching with fury.

“You don’t want to?!?” She rolled up her sleeves ready to shove her fist in Megumi’s pale face “Come here you whipped loser!”

“Yuji stop holding me back!” She yelled as she kicked her feet frantically in the air

“It’s not that serious,” you insisted, your voice airy with a laugh as you tried to catch her wrists.

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You guys had made it back to the dorms and miraculously Megumi had made it back alive. “I won’t forget this!” Nobara screeched from down the hallway.

It was just the two of you in the dim light of the common area. Megumi was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the blank TV screen, but his posture was far less tense than it had been earlier. You nudged his shoulder as you sat down next to him, a playful smile still tugging at your lips. He didn't look up, but he let out a low, hushed huff of breath.

“You know…” he started, his voice a velvety, private murmur that he only ever used when you were alone. “You’re a menace. You do that on purpose.” He finally turned his head, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“You use that voice and those... eyes,” he gestured vaguely toward your face, “Because you know I can’t say no to you. It’s manipulative.” He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before he looked away, a small, reluctant smile finally breaking through his serious mask. He could feel the way you slid closer to him.

“But,” he added, his voice dropping even lower, “if you ever start looking at anyone else like that… I’m going to join a cult. At least they’ll appreciate me.”

“Yeah?” you teased, your voice dropping into that tone that always made his pulse quicken. You leaned in closer, invading his personal space until your shoulders were pressed together again. “Is that jealousy I hear, Megumi? Are you saying you want to keep these ‘manipulative’ eyes all to yourself?”

Megumi stiffened, his gaze locking into yours. “I’m just saying you don’t have to look at others like that. It’s unnecessary…. You already have me anyways”

He looked genuinely disgruntled, his brow furrowed as he contemplated the thought of you acting like that towards anyone else. But then you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

The impending thought completely vanished, replaced by a flush that crawled up his neck. He reached out, his fingers hesitantly brushing against yours on the sofa.

Once you pulled away he was left blinking rapidly, his face heating up until his ears were practically glowing. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a sharp exhale came out.

“I’m—I’m serious,” he stammered, trying to regain his scowl but failing miserably. “You can’t just... do that when I’m trying to make a point. It’s cheating……. Don’t do it in front of Gojo, I won’t hear the end of it”

“Okay,” you teased, pulling back with an innocent shrug, “I won't do it again.”

Megumi’s eyes widened, “Why?” The question flew out of his mouth before he could stop it—sharper and more desperate than he’d intended.

“I didn’t say I hated it,” he blurted out, his eyes snapping back to yours. He realized how fast he’d spoken and felt his face burn even hotter. “I just said... don't do it in front of the others. Here is... fine. I wasn't... giving you permission to stop.”

“So…. Can I do it again?” you whispered, your face still inches from his.

Megumi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. The grumpy, possessive boy who had just been listing "requirements" was gone, replaced by someone who looked entirely under your spell. He didn't even try to play it cool anymore.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, the word barely a ghost of a sound. He looked almost dazed, “You don’t have to ask. Just do it.”

You giggled at the sheer desperation hiding behind his serious tone and leaned back in. This time, you didn't just brush his skin; you let your lips linger on his cheek for an extra second.

He didn't pull away. In fact, he leaned into it just a fraction, a soft, defeated exhale escaping him. As you pulled back, you saw the tiny, helpless smile he was trying so hard to hide.

Megumi’s fingers slowly intertwined between yours— a wordless surrender that while you might be the one "pulling the strings," he was perfectly happy to be entangled in them.

[blueberriesyuh]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Megumi x reader pt. 2

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Hana clearly has romantic intentions towards Megumi which the reader is not so happy about. Despite his indifference towards Hana, the reader can’t help but feel jealous. She asks to sleep over in his room because that’s something friends do. Right?

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An hour had passed already since both of them have decided to come up with the lamest excuses to justify their cuddling. Yet Y/n knew they had to get up eventually or else Yuji and Nobara would suspect something.

If they got caught the teasing would be a life time sentence, and if Gojo found out about it? He’d never let it go. Y/n could practically hear his annoying evil laugh, already sending chills down her spine.

“Your hair’s a mess” she whispered, ruffling the dark strands even further before making her way towards the door

As she slipped away, Megumi tried his best to ignore how empty and cold his bed felt without her next to him. He didn’t even know what to say as he watched her silently retreat on her own.

Yet, Y/n’s hand barely touched the door handle before she froze in her tracks. A sudden, sickening thought took root in her mind: Hana. The image of another girl—specifically her—occupying this same space made her stomach twist. She could almost see it: Hana’s head where her’s had just been, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the ghost of his lips on her skin. The thought of his hands tracing someone else’s body made her feel physically ill.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked narrowing her eyes to look back at him

“What?” Megumi replied while he began to stand up

“Have you ever done this with anyone else?”

“Done what?” He titled his head slightly, playing dumb just to mess with her

“You know what I mean. This…” her arms flaying in circular motions toward the bed “like have you ever had anyone else sleep next to you?”

“No” he answered with a bluntness that caught her off guard

A hand came up to the back of his neck, fingers brushing over his skin as the memory of what he’d done that night rushed back to him. How he had pulled her in closer, the way he leaned into her touch, it was all something he couldn’t hide any longer.

“So just me….”

“Yeah…”

“What about Hana Kurusu?” She asked, the name coming out sharper than she intended. Y/n’s eyes were fixed towards the opposite side of the room, the question making it difficult for her to meet his gaze.

“What about her?” He responded

Megumi scanned her face. Looking for any reason as to why she brought Hana up in the first place. As he watched her pout deepen a small, huff escaped him. "Wait... are you jealous?"

“No!” She blurted out. The denial was too immediate but the crimson color that rushed to her face was not helping her statement.

A slow smirk spread across Megumi’s face. The sight of her flustered and stumbling over her words made him walk closer towards her just so he could have a better look.

“So you are jealous” he caught his lip between his teeth, trying to stifle a laugh. Watching the way her eyes widened with frustration as the words came out.

“I’m not!” she snapped

“Then why are you asking?” Megumi’s hand came up to hide the smug grin forming on his face. Yet he couldn’t hide the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. Knowing she didn’t want to share him.

“Because she’s relevant”

“How?”

“She just is” Y/n could feel her face burning “… she likes you”

She reached out to push his hand away from his face, but the moment her fingers brushed his skin, the 'shove' lost all its force. Her touch lingered, her hand softening against his jaw instinctively. Y/n felt a dizzying urge to stop talking and close the gap between them. Craving the touch of the only person who, in her mind, belonged to her.

“So… if she were to ask,” Megumi leaned into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second “you think I’d let her?”

“Would you?” the words barely catching in her throat. She didn't pull her hand back from his jaw, but her fingers trembled. Her glassy eyes searched his face frantically, making it clear his answer was the only thing keeping her standing. She was terrified of the answer, but even more terrified of not knowing.

“No” The word left his lips before he could even finish the thought, heavy and absolute. Megumi kept his gaze locked on hers, letting the silence settle between them until she realized that, to him, the question was almost insulting. There was no one else.

Still not satisfied she asked “Why not?”

“Because she’s not you.” his voice steady and certain. His gaze flickered down to her lips, tracking the way they parted in surprise. Megumi ran his tongue over his lower lip, a futile attempt to quiet the sudden, pulsing ache to feel her mouth against his.

Her breath hitched—a sharp, broken sound that died in her throat—and her eyes widened until they were shimmering, dark pools of disbelief.

His words replayed in her mind, over and over, until the meaning finally sank in. Because she’s not you. It was so simple, so factual, and so devastating. Y/n searched his face for a hint of the usual boredom, some sign that he was teasing, but there was nothing but that heavy, hungry stare.

“That’s not a real answer” somehow the words that came out of his mouth were not enough. Y/n needed more, she needed him to admit how much she consumed his thoughts, to confess that he wanted her, and that no one else stood a chance.

Megumi didn't give her a chance to back away. His fingers curled around her wrist, tugging her forward until she stumbled against his chest. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, gravelly hum. “You don’t like that answer? What could you possibly want me to say?”

“That it’s only you? It is only you” he gasped, hands sliding from her wrist to her waist, dragging her flush against him.

Her palms dragged up the broad planes of his chest before her fingers tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. A jagged exhale escaped him as he melted into her touch.

The feeling of her fingers caressing his skin was all it took for Megumi’s self control to finally snap. As he crashed his lips onto her’s with a raw, desperate force that stole the very air from her lungs. There was no gentleness in it—only the frantic, messy hunger of two people who had reached their limit.

Her fingers tangled deeper into his hair, pulling him closer, needing the taste of him to soothe the raw craving of wanting him for so long. Y/n let out a small, broken whimper, her voice straining as the sheer intensity of his lips overwhelmed her. The sound only made him pull her tighter, his hands bruising the skin of her waist.

Without a word, Megumi’s hands slid from her waist down to her hips. She couldn’t help the sharp gasp that followed, her mouth parting just enough for his tongue to slip past her lips with sweeping confidence. Claiming her’s with a sudden, sharp hunger that makes his pulse thrum in his ears—The slow and intoxicating friction he’d been starving for. A low, broken groan vibrated deep in his chest— raw and involuntary. The muffled sound causing her to arch into him, her fingers clawing at his back as she chased the heat of his mouth.

One hand abandoned her hip to cup her cheek, keeping her tilted up towards him. His hand molded to her skin as he steered her backward until her back thudded against the door. Megumi pulled back just enough to gasp for air before his mouth found her’s once again and again and again until the wet, dragging slide of his tongue against her’s was all he could feel.

After a long, breathless string of kisses Megumi’s lips drifted from her’s with a low, ragged exhale. But he didn’t go far, letting his head drop, to find the sensitive flesh of her neck. Trailing a path of scorching, wet kisses from her jawline until his tongue traced the line of her collarbone. He brought his head up before sinking his teeth into the soft curve of her neck drawing the tender skin into his mouth.

His tongue swirled in a slick, dragging circle that forced a broken, high-pitched mewl of his name from her throat. Y/n’s head fell back against the door which only made him catch the skin of her neck once more. The sharp, needy clench of his jaw, chasing for another gasp, another plea, another high-pitched confirmation that he was the only one who could make her sound that way.

"Tell me I’m yours," he rasped, his voice breaking in a way she’d never heard. “Admit that the reason you were so jealous is because you know I belong to you. Say the words. Tell me you want me all to yourself.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing the mark he’d just made as his breath came in hot, ragged bursts. His hands slid down to clutch at the hem of her dress, fingers bunching the fabric as if he were afraid she’d vanish if he let go.

Y/n responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his head deeper into her skin, her own body shivering with the force of her surrender. "You've been mine since the start, you idiot," she whispered, feeling his shoulders finally drop as the tension broke.

When Y/n lifted his head up to kiss him, it wasn’t just a kiss— it was a collision. Her mouth crashing into him, arms wrapping behind his neck as she lunged forward. Megumi stumbled back, his entire body going heavy as he finally let himself drown in the obsessive heat of her body and the slick glide of her lips against his own.

He pulled back just enough to study that dark dilated hunger in her eyes, his thumb tracing the wet mark he left on her neck.

“You want me so bad” he cooed.

“Shut up” the words disappearing as she captured his mouth with her own.

It was in this moment that her mind flickered to Hana. The envy that once consumed her felt absurd and now— entirely beneath her. Hana didn't know the way his breath hitched and trembled against her. She didn't know the heavy, possessive weight of his hands, the needy moans that escaped his lips, the texture of his hair between her fingers, or the warmth of his tongue. And she’d make sure Hana never got a glimpse of it.

Mine. The words echoed in her mind as her fingers tangled deeper into his hair. Y/n wanted her scent to be the only one that lingered on his clothes. To swallow every breath until there was no room left for anyone else’s name.

The hands around his neck began to tuck his shirt upwards when a knock echoed through the room. Y/n froze, her head whipped towards the door. While Megumi didn’t move and inch, he didn’t even blink. Too distracted by the way her chest rose and fell, the flush on her neck, and the swollen redness of her lips. A slow dark smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, he didn't care who was on the other side of that door. He just wanted to stay in this silence, watching the way her breath stuttered and knowing he was the one who had stolen it. His hooded eyes flickered down to her mouth one last time “Ignore it. Let them go away” before he pressed his lips back to hers.

Y/n let out a soft, defeated moan that almost made her forget there was someone behind the door, “Megumi we have to go”

“Open the door, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” A voice yelled, followed by a violent kick against the door.

Y/n managed to break the seal of the kiss, her eyes fixed on the door as she scrambled to open it. There stood Nobara with one her hand on her hip and the other holding a phone. “Look at the time! We were supposed to leave hours ago!”

The shouting stopped as Nobara noticed something was different. They looked weird. Weirder than usual. She began scanning them both. First, Y/n: the dress hiked dangerously high on her thighs, lips not just red, but blurred— raw and stung. Then the damning mark blooming against the skin of her neck. Nobara’s face darted to Megumi, he was a disaster. His hair, usually just “messy” was a wreck where Y/n’s fingers had clearly been. His shirt was bunched at the shoulders, half-untucked and wrinkled by desperate hands. Exposing a sliver of his lower abdomen just above his belt.

But it was his eyes that stopped her. The pupils were so blown they swallowed the midnight-blue of his irises, leaving him looking dark and dazed. He didn't even look at Nobara. He didn't jump, he didn't break, and he didn't offer an excuse. His gaze fixed on Y/n with a terrifying, singular focus—like he was just waiting for the door to close so he could finish what they started.

“I’m glad you two finally figured out how to use your mouths for something other than arguing," she said, her voice flat and dry. "But we were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. Fix your life and get in the car."

“Fine,” he muttered, the word dripping with annoyance.

The car ride was anything but silent. Yet, Megumi wasn’t even pretending to listen to Yuji and Nobara’s conversation, his eyes glued to Y/n. Every movement she made magnified in his mind.

Hana shifted in the front seat, turning back to crack a joke, her eyes automatically drifting to him. She expected his usual dry smirk or a bored nod. Instead, she caught him staring at Y/n with such intensity it made her stomach drop. Looking down to see his fingers sliding between her’s, locking them together.

Megumi leaned in, his shoulder brushing Y/n’s as he dipped his head to whisper something meant only for her. When she laughed and playfully shoved his side, he didn't even flinch; he just watched her with that same unwavering gaze. A smile creeping up his face in response. From the front seat, Hana caught the exchange in the mirror, her chest tightened. A sickening realization crashed over her, he wasn’t just being nice—he was completely wrapped around her finger.

[blueberriesyuh]

The way you write Megumi is too damn good!! Please bless us with more Megumi works 🤤🤤❤️❤️

Thank youuuuu!! <333333

Thankuuuuu 💕💕💕 and I shall !!! Imma post something tmrw <3

[blueberriesyuh]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Megumi x reader pt.1

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦

Hana clearly has romantic intentions towards Megumi which the reader is not so happy about. Despite his indifference towards Hana, the reader can’t help but feel jealous. She asks to sleep over in his room because that’s something friends do. Right?

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“You guys better actually sleep,” Yuji Itadori said, stretching as he walked toward his room. “We’ve been running around all day.”

“I know,” y/n replied, leaning against the wall.

“You say that, but you’re still awake.”

“And you’re not?”

“That’s different,” he said immediately. Already yawning as his feet dragged towards the door.

“It’s really not.”

He pointed at her, “I’m going to sleep. You should too.”

“Goodnight, Yuji,” Megumi said flatly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuji muttered, waving a hand before disappearing into his room. “Don’t stay up all night talking.”

The door shut.

Silence settled over the apartment again.

Y/n stood there for a moment. Then slowly looked over at him across the sofa, her heart jumping when she realized he was already watching her. He hadn’t just glanced up; his gaze was anchored to her, heavy and unblinking. It was the dress she was wearing—the way the lilac fabric pulled tight over her chest. The dress didn’t just hang on her; it clung to her, tracing the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips like a second skin he couldn't stop staring at.

“…What?” he asked. Leaning back on the sofa. It was close to midnight yet it seemed neither of them were in a hurry to sleep.

She blinked innocently. “Nothing.” Unaware of the effect she was having on him.

“…You’re about to say something.”

“I’m not.”

A pause.

“…You are.”

Y/n pushed off the wall, walking a few steps closer “…Okay, maybe I am.” Megumi’s eyes traveled over the curve of her hip and the bare skin of her legs. When she finally stood in front of him, he just tilted his head back to look up at her, a faint, knowing shadow of a smirk on his lips. He knew what she was going to ask but he wanted to hear her say it.

She hesitated for half a second, deep in thought.

Then—

“My room feels weird.” She whispered. Her eyes unable to meet his, instead looking at the air fryer across the room like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

He stared at her, trying to make out her thought process “…Weird how?” He asked, noting the way her shoulders rose with her nervous breaths and how she kept shifting her weight,

“Just… weird.”

“That’s not an explanation.”

“It’s good enough.”

“No, it’s not.”

Y/n crossed your arms slightly. “It’s too quiet.”

“So is mine.”

“It’s a different kind of quiet.”

“…That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does to me.”

Megumi watched her a second, settling deeper into the sofa, and leaning his chin on his palm. He noticed the sudden pink flush creeping up her neck and the way she couldn't seem to find a place for her hands.

Then—

“…So?”

“So…” y/n dragged it out slightly, “…I was thinking…”

“…No.” Megumi just sat there with that same unbothered expression, watching the way her jaw dropped slightly. He could see the exact moment her brain short-circuited, her fingers twisting even tighter into the soft fabric of her gown.

He knew it was a lie—the "weird room," the "quietness." And he knew that saying no would make her panic, exactly what he wanted. He wanted to see how much further she’d go. He wanted to see if she’d finally break and tell him that the only "weird" thing about her room was that he wasn't in it.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Y/n said trying her best to sound firm. She knew she should turn back then to her own room. In most circumstances her pride would have had her walking down the hall already, but when it came to him it was like something killed the thought immediately. At this point, the cold empty silence of being away from him was far more terrifying than any form of humiliation.

“I can guess.”

“Then say it.”

“…You want to stay in my room.” It wasn’t a question; it was a flat statement of fact.

Y/n smiled. “See? You do understand.”

“…Your excuse is bad.”

“I didn’t say it was a good one.” She confessed. Her gaze finally locking into his as she shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

He sighed quietly, running a hand through his hair “…Fine.” Just like that. No argument. No resistance.

That was easy She thought

“I’m tired” he sighed. Already heading towards the door of his room. His fingers did a quick brush over his hair, in an attempt to avoid lacing his hand around hers to guide her down the hall. As she followed him, a slow, creeping heat climbed his neck. He’d spent all night watching her from a distance, and now, the idea of having her in his room—all to himself—was dangerously inviting.

He turned, already heading toward his room. “If you’re staying, don’t complain.”

“I never complain.”

“You always complain.” He huffed. Yet closed the door behind him nonetheless.

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

Y/n only rolled her eyes at the comment, too busy scanning the room she had almost begged to be in. Megumi’s room wasn’t much different from her’s. Same dim lighting. Same still air. But it felt… less empty. Or maybe that was just because he was there.

Megumi sat down on the edge of the bed, clearly ready to sleep. Y/n lingered near the doorway for a second. “…Actuallyyy, the floor looks kind of uncomfortable.” She mused while eyeing the bed.

He didn’t even look up. “…You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Okay,” She didn't hesitate, didn't argue; she just moved. He watched, paralyzed by a sudden, sharp surge of adrenaline, as she climbed in and settled beside him. Megumi could feel the heat radiating off her skin, mixing with the scent of her hair, and it took everything in him to keep his breathing slow and even. Even though she was just inches away, the distance between them felt unbearable.

Y/n could hear the rhythmic catch of his breath, a steady lure that made her want to slide across the sheets until she was fully pressed against him. Slowly, she began to move. It wasn't a sudden shift, but a series of cautious, microscopic glides. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she closed the space, the soft cotton of his sheets rustling against her.

Megumi was far from asleep. Laying there, staring into the dark, aware of every shift she made. He felt the mattress dip, the rustle of silk against his sheets, and the slow, deliberate way she drew closer until she was only a few centimeters away.

He didn't pull away. He didn't even tell her to stop. Too distracted—completely undone by the sight of her in his bed. He wondered how it would feel to run his hands along her waist, feeling the dip of her side before his fingers caught on the curve of her hip. Megumi wanted to know how soft the fabric was and how much softer her skin would be beneath it.

“You’re close” he murmured. The words soft, almost a whisper. His eyes betrayed him dropping down to her lips, imagining exactly how the curve of her mouth would fit against his. How she would taste, the way her breath would shudder under him. The thought alone made the heat in his neck crawl up to his cheeks.

“I’m cold” she lied, fingers grabbing on to the hem of his shirt.

Unable to contain himself any longer he reached out to grip her waist. Pulling her in until she was fully pressed against him. Y/n didn’t pull back, instead her arms shamelessly wrapped around his broad shoulders before burying her face into the crook of his neck. Sinking into him like as if his heat was the only thing keeping her warm. Her soft lips grazed against his neck in a way that made Megumi’s head spin.

“You want me to let go?” He asked. Burying his face in her hair, taking in the scent that had been haunting him all night, and finally letting his eyes close.

“No” she gasped, digging her fingers into his back.

He didn’t know how to tell her that he wasn’t going to let go anyways and so instead ran his fingers along the small of her back, starting from her neck and back up again.

Her skin felt like silk against the rough texture of his shirt. Everything about her was impossibly soft almost powdery. The intoxicating scent of her hair was sweet and laced with vanilla, clouding his senses. Megumi had played this scenario a thousand times behind closed eyes—the way she might fit, the way she might smell—but the crushing reality of her head against his shoulder was louder than any fantasy. It was better than he ever imagined.

As she laid there with his arms wrapped around her, Y/n’s breathing evened out and she began drifting into sleep. Completely satisfied with achieving her goal of cuddling in his room. Megumi stayed still as he watched her in the dim light. Slowly leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. As he pulled back, a terrifying realization hit him. He wasn’t just interested in her, he didn’t just think she was beautiful, he was completely, hopelessly gone.

Fuck he thought to himself

The kiss wasn’t enough, a wave of greed washed over him as he saw her laid in his bed, in his room, in his arms. There was an ache in his chest that made his jaw lock. Megumi didn’t just want her there for the night— he wanted her all to himself. Every laugh, every smile, and every breath she took was all meant to be his.

His eyes swept over her one last time, from the messy spill of her hair to the plush of her thighs against his legs. There was no coming back from this and all he could think about was how desperately he didn’t want morning to come.

With a long shaky breath he finally let himself succumb to sleep his arms wrapped around her as if she could disappear any second.

‧₊˚

Sunlight hit the bed and Y/n was the first to wake up. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest noting the way he hadn’t moved away from her the entire night. Megumi laid flat on his back now, a position that made it so that her leg was slung across his lower body. Resting her head on his chest, she traced lazy, mindless circles over his skin. Megumi’s hand was heavy and warm on the curve of her hip, his thumb resting just against the skin of her thigh.

Y/n tilted her head up to look at him. She had never been this close to him, not even during training. The usual furrow of his brows was gone, his lips slightly parted looking so smooth and warm it almost made her forget the insults that come out of them. He was so pretty it wasn’t fair.

Megumi didn’t open his eyes at first but Y/n could tell he was awake by the sudden flex of his fingers against her skin. The grip on her thigh tightening as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes.

“You’re awake,” he groaned. His voice a low vibration that thrummed right through his chest and into her.

“We should probably get up,” she tried sounding convincing.

“Yeah…”

Neither of them actually moved.

Y/n knew she should get up but the way his thumb was brushing against her skin made her knees weak. The weight of his arm around her didn’t lighten. Instead, Megumi just shifted his weight, settling deeper into the mattress and taking her with him. Y/n felt like if she didn’t do anything soon they’d just spend the entire day there.

So she was the first to slowly get up. She pushed off him to stand, but her hands lingered on his abdomen a second too long. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscles tensed under her fingers, the distinct, hard shape of his abs beneath her palms. A distraction that made her forget why she even got up in the first place.

In one fluid, lazy motion, he swept her back against him, pinning her body to his. His grip tighter than before.

“I was going to get up,” she looked up at him.

“No” he rumbled. Megumi was fighting to maintain his composure, but beneath her cheek, his heart was a frantic, uneven rhythm that didn't match his lazy tone at all.

“No?” She asked

“No, I— uh, my arm is asleep,” he lied.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… my arm feel asleep and if you move, it’ll get worse”

“Sure,” She let out a breathless laugh that was slightly muffled by his neck.

“Don’t laugh, this is serious,” he insisted “it’s medical” though the effect was ruined by the way his lips kept twitching into a smile.

“You’re right Megs, and since your arm is already in critical condition, I should probably stay here to monitor your pulse… For safety." Y/n nodded slowly.

Her fingers that rested against his chest slowly came up to brush the dark locks of his hair. Megumi looked at her, his pupils blown wide. Every time her nails lightly scraped his scalp, his breathing hitched for a fraction of a second before smoothing out into a deep, ragged exhale.

He didn’t stay still for long as he rolled onto his side, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Y/n gasped as she felt him bury his face into the crook of her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below her jaw. The feeling of his hot breath against her pulse point made her thread through his hair even slower.

“Exactly, I knew you were smart. I’ll send you the bill for my recovery later” he murmured, his mouth moving against the curve of her neck.

The friction of the words feeling more like a series of accidental kisses.

She didn't have a comeback. The feeling of his lips had effectively short-circuited her brain. Instead of teasing him, she let out a soft, shaky exhale and tilted her head back, offering him more room. Her fingers, still tangled in his hair, tightened instinctively, pulling him closer

They stayed like that, suspended in the quiet heat of the room. It was easy to pretend this was still just a friendship when the lights were low and the excuses were lazy. They were just two friends who were too tired to move, too comfortable to leave, and far too deep into the lie to admit that "friends" didn't hold each other like their lives depended on it.

[blueberriesyuh]

Are you talking to me? ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Megumi x reader

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦

Megumi has the ability to come up with the most unique nicknames.

The training field behind Jujutsu High was quiet except for Yuji’s and Y/n who had stayed behind to continue training.

“…Okay wait—do it again.”

Y/n sighed and held up her hand.

A small flicker of cursed energy sparked across her palm before disappearing.

Yuji leaned closer like he was watching a magic trick.

“That’s so cool!”

“That wasn’t the point.”

“I know but it looked cool.” He shrugged casually

Y/n rubbed her temple “You’re supposed to feel the energy move first.”

“I am feeling something.”

“What are you feeling?”

“…confusion.”

Y/n stared at him.

“Great.”

Yuji pointed at her hand.

“Do the fire thing again.”

“That’s not how training works.”

“Just once.” He pleaded, hands slammed together in a praying motion

Y/n sighed but flicked her fingers again. A small spark of flame danced briefly between her knuckles.

Yuji’s eyes widened “THAT’S TUUUFFF!!!!”

“RIIIIGGGHHTT!!” She yelled, her own eyes snapping wide to meet his. The two bounced together in a rhythmic almost synchronized unison.

From behind them—

A voice called out casually.

“Yo, Jigsaw.”

Y/n’s head snapped around instantly.

“WHAT?!”

Megumi stood a few feet away with his hands in his pockets like nothing unusual had just happened. Maintaining his trademark indifference, but the slight, almost invisible twitch at the corner of his mouth said he’d been watching her the whole time.

Yuji looked between them “…What?”

Megumi looked directly at Y/n

“Have you seen my ring?”

Y/n blinked

“…Your what?”

“My ring.”

“No.”

Megumi nodded once like that answered everything.

“Alright”

Yuji was still stuck on the earlier part.

“Wait…”

Both of them looked at him.

Yuji pointed between them.

“Did you just call her Jigsaw?”

Y/n immediately pointed at Megumi.

“Don’t answer that” she snapped. Y/n’s eyebrows knitted together as her gaze sharpened, her entire expression daring him to push further.

Megumi ignored her.

“It’s because she laughs like the puppet from Saw.”

Yuji’s mouth fell open.

Y/n stared at him “…You’re dead.”

Yuji burst out laughing “NO WAY!”

“I DO NOT!!” She protested. Her arms swinging in a frantic, horizontal blur as if she were trying to physically push his words out of the air.

Megumi shrugged “You do.”

“I do not fucking laugh like a psychotic puppet.”

Megumi tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching her’s with a quiet intensity “Do it.”

“I’m not doing it,” Her eyes locked into his in defiance.

Yuji wiped tears from his eyes.

“Wait wait wait—what puppet.”

Megumi made a small circular motion with his finger.

“The one on the tricycle.”

“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA,” Yuji laughed harder, clutching his stomach as his shoulders shook violently.

“You’re both stupid.” She snapped, her arms crossed against her chest, but there was no real bite to it.

“You literally did it yesterday.” Megumi noted

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“That was a normal laugh.”

Megumi shook his head slightly “It was not normal.”

Yuji leaned forward excitedly “Laugh.”

Y/n glared at him

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee” his face leaned over her shoulder

“No.”

Megumi stayed perfectly still, his steady gaze pinning her in place. "Coward," he hummed playfully. In a way that made it sound more like an invitation rather than an insult.

Y/n snapped her head toward Megumi. He had no right looking that good while being that annoying. Eyes drifting from his eyes to the stupid grin on his face. She couldn’t help but take a step closer to him. Close enough that she had to look up when speaking.

“I’m not a coward,” she bit out, but the slight tremor in her breath fractured her words.

Megumi knew he should probably stop, but the way she flustered under his gaze was becoming a bit of an addiction. It was too easy—and far too entertaining. Her reaction was so perfect that he found himself closing in, his legs moving on their own to fully face her. Completely unaware of how he began to lean down slightly.

From this close, he could see every flicker of emotion on her face, and it was becoming dangerously hard to look away.

“Then laugh” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave until it was nothing but a rough, teasing velvet. Not even hiding the small, amused breath that escaped him.

“I’m not performing for you” She scoffed

Yuji was fully invested now “Please I need to hear it!”

Y/n pointed at both of them.

“You’re both annoying.”

Megumi shrugged “Jigsaw’s maaad” he drawled, his voice curving upward at the end of the word. The lopsided smile he had on his face fully reaching his eyes.

There was something about the way she huffed her cheeks that made it impossible for him to look at anyone else. Megumi was caught in a daze he had no intention of escaping, his focus narrowing until he was memorizing the exact rhythm of her breath.

Y/n grabbed the nearest training cone and threw it, only for him to set it back down on the ground.

Yuji was practically on the floor laughing “That’s the best nickname ever.”

“It fits.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes.

“You literally look like a wet cat.”

Megumi blinked.

“…That doesn’t even mean anything.”

“Remember that day it was raining and you tried to take a shortcut across the wet grass to get to the gym? You slipped and ended up in a giant puddle, soaked to the bone, but instead of getting up and checking for bruises, you just stayed there and took a nap” she recalled, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"I was just checking the puddle's depth," he clarified, his expression perfectly flat. "And seeing how long it would take for you to stop laughing and actually help. You failed, by the way. You just stood there and took pictures."

Y/n shook her head “Whatever, just— Don’t call me that anymore”

Megumi started walking past them, “Alright.”

He took about three steps.

Then added casually—

“… Jigsaw.”

Y/n threw another cone which Megumi unfortunately dodged without even looking back.

Yuji collapsed onto the grass laughing.

“…I hate him” she muttered, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than anyone else.

Yuji wiped the tears from his eyes, “But you do laugh like that.”

Y/n slowly turned toward him, her eyes wide and menacing. A shadow loomed over her face “…Yuji.”

He immediately stood up “I have to go.”

[blueberriesyuh]

Megumi x reader ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

One shot series pt. 1

The first time you meet Megumi Fushigiro was during 8th grade.

“OVER HERE!!!” Gojo waved his arms up in the air

A tide of students flooded across the sun-drenched patio, their voices echoing off the brickwork as they funneled toward the narrow school entrance. Passing by and occasionally greeting their Professor before heading inside the hallway.

In the very front of the entrance stood Satoru Gojo accompanied by a significantly shorter student on his left. The boy’s eyes undistinguishable and covered by his black hair pointing in every direction.

Y/n held up a hand to shield her face from the glaring sun. Though it did little to help against the humidity. She hurried toward the looming brick structure, her eyes fixed on the sharp line where the sun met the shade. Only once she reached it did she let her hand rested at her side.

“We’ve been waiting here all morning!” Gojo lunged to pull her into a side hug

“No we weren’t”

“Well not all morning but for a few minutes already” Gojo explained “This is Megumi Fushiguro. He’ll be your personal tour guide for the day! Also make sure he catches you up on yesterday’s lesson. There’s a test today and you still have to take it even if your-“

A loud, jarring ringtone blared from his pocket.

“Is that barking?” Y/n raised her eyebrow in disbelief while Gojo fumbled through his pockets unable to find his phone.

“Yes- well look” he started, already making his way towards the school “We’ll finish this later”

“I’ve gotta run—“ Gojo was already down the hallway when he suddently yelled “and Megumi! Don't traumatize her with your personality, alright? Just... try to look five percent less emo until I get back!”

Megumi left out a long, heavy exhale through his nose before finally looking back at her. His expression flat and unimpressed.

“… C’mon let’s go” he muttered

As they stepped out into the hall together, she caught their reflection in the trophy case glass. She noticed his lazy stride and how he loomed just a few inches over her. The crown of her head reaching just past his shoulder. Driven by a sudden impulse she leaned in to walk closer. At this distance she was able to see the sharpness of his eyes and couldn't help but stare at the ridiculous length of his eyelashes.

“Gojo has been mentioning you for months now” Megumi’s eyes finally met hers, hands buried deep in his pockets as he guided her through the hallway. His gaze took a slow detour, drifting over the bridge of her nose and the soft line of her cheek before snagging, almost unintentionally, on the curve of her lips “You’re an international student right?”

“I actually just flew in from the States last night. From what I’ve seen so far, Japan’s got a much tighter grip on the Jujutsu scene—and way better snacks. I'm honestly not sure which one I'm more excited about.” The words hitched slightly as she spoke through a grin she couldn’t hold back. Megumi watched her with his usual half-interest, but his focus betrayed him, lingering on the way her eyes seemed to hold the light.

“Cool” He averted his eyes, the sudden inability to look at her making his chest feel tight. With a chin-jerk toward the nearest door, he pointed a finger with exaggerated focus. “Classroom’s there”

Megumi was about to retreat on his own but Y/n didn’t give him that chance. Her hand quickly wrapping around his arm before pulling him back. The sudden contact froze him mid-step as he stared back with confusion.

“By the way, I need somewhere quiet to sit during lunch, and you look like you don’t talk much. So… could I join you?”

She looked up at him, her gaze so steady and wide that it felt like a physical weight against his chest. The words he’d been about to say—some dry remark or easy deflection—died in his throat. Megumi was unable to name the reason why his heart was currently hammering against his ribs and he wasn’t sure he knew how to stop.

Am I sick? He asked himself

Silence settled between them, the kind that usually didn't bother him, but now felt heavy. Then, with a slow, almost imperceptible shrug, he broke the tension. 'Do what you want,' he said softly.

A slow, playful grin spread across her lips. "Okay," she hummed as they made their way into the classroom.

[princess-critter]

heart trinket box

[ohitsbunny]

2010s New York 365 party girl indie sleaze bubblegum nightmare

[toiich]

Audrey Hepburn and her pet fawn, Pippin, 1959

[coolchickblog]

Carry me up them stairs with my white socks on and my pretty song…🤍🎀🐇

[linvaniin]

stay with me!

[jryno]

An American Werewolf in London (1981) dir. John Landis

[mabellonghetti]

Lisa Langlois in "Class of 1984" (dir. Mark L. Lester - 1982).