Megumi Fushiguro is too nervous to confess his feelings for you 𖹭.ᐟ
cw/notes: no use of y/n // everyone is 18+ // drabble // fluff // megumi x fem!reader // megumi is nervous/shy mess // yuji wants to wingman fr // yuji might not make it through the night after the stunt he pulls // megumi is whiiiiiiped // megumi blushy ash
"C'mon, just let me wingman for you," Yuji pleads.
"No," Megumi shakes his head, "actually, hell no."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He crosses his arms, leaning back into the couch as he shoots his friend an offended look. "Seriously, she'll be here any second. Just let me handle it, I know what girls want, trust."
"That's exactly why I'm saying no." He groans, dragging his hands down his face. "Just act normal and don't say anything stupid."
Before Yuji gets the chance to say anything back, you're already walking through the front door. Megumi immediately sits up, quickly adjusting himself the moment he sees you, earning a stifled laugh from Yuji, who can't get over how whipped his friend is for you.
"Shit, have you guys been waiting on me?" you ask, sounding a little worried when you notice them just sitting there, glancing between each other.
"No, but," Yuji starts. "We were just talking about you," he says, winking at Megumi, who instantly turns his head, tugging at the collar of his shirt to cover his burning cheeks.
Goddammit, he could strangle him right now.
"…Really?" you ask, feeling a little curious—what could they have possibly been talking about?
"Yeah," Yuji says as you take your usual seat next to Megumi on the sofa, "lots of things actually."
Megumi would give anything to make him shut the hell up, especially when he's frozen in spot, too busy being a pathetic, nervous mess to even muster the courage to move, to speak, to stop his friend from completely fumbling this for him.
"Oh? Like what?" You glance between them, but when you look at Megumi, all you can see is the back of his messy hair as he shoots daggers at Yuji.
"I dunno… like who you like, who like yo-"
Megumi shoots up, damn near teleporting as his hand slaps over Yuji's mouth, his other hand yanking him back by his hoodie.
"Man, Itadori, how many drinks have you had?" He shakes his head, already starting to drag him away.
"I haven't drank anythin-"
Megumi's hand is back over his mouth before he can finish. "You're not making any sense," he says, shoving him toward his room. "You should probably sleep it off, don't want a horrible headache."
Yuji puts up a small fight, somehow managing to squirm enough to blurt out, "Fushiguro likes you!" before darting his tongue out to lick the palm of Megumi's hand, causing him to jerk back with a look of absolute disgust.
"W-wait, what?" You stumble over your words, certain you must've heard him wrong. Because you would've known if one of your closest friends liked you like that, right?
But when you look over at Megumi, he only meets your eyes for a split second before glancing away again, desperately trying to pull it together—which feels damn near impossible when his friend is currently plotting his downfall.
Yuji's already backing away by the time the room falls into an awkward silence, one caused entirely by himself.
"Man," he yawns, covering his mouth to really 'sell it'. "Guess I really am beat, huh?"
His hand is already turning the doorknob.
"Night, guys!" He calls out, quickly slipping into the safety of his room.
Yeah, Yuji was definitely on his shit list after that.
"Is it true?" You finally gather the courage to ask. "What Yuji said?"
Megumi's heart instantly races at your question, palms sweating, his throat tightening every time he tries to answer, to just tell you instead of being such a pussy about it.
"You can tell me," you say softly, stepping closer as you slowly reach out, taking his hand in yours.
He knows you mean it, just like he knows you putting your hand in his is supposed to be comforting. But instead, it only makes his skin heat under your touch, burning with a kind of vulnerability he isn't used to.
"Y-" Curse his stupid mouth for not working. "Y-yes."
God, now you're going to think he's some pathetic loser, a dork, someone you never want to talk to again. Someone who can't even confess to you properly, like a real man, without tripping over his own words.
Your eyes soften, "Oh, Gumi…" You close the distance, pressing a kiss to his rosy cheeks, which only flares more when you pull away. "I like you too… I thought you didn't feel the same. Or that I would've known? I guess."
"Are you insane?" He asks, like he can't even wrap his head around the idea that you'd think he wouldn't feel the same. "Me not feel the same about you?" His hands move to cup your face, holding you there gently. "When you're this beautiful inside and out, do you even know how special that is?"
He presses his lips to yours, tentative at first, until you're melting into it. Your arms wrap around him as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, his tongue slipping into your mouth—and fuck, you taste better than he ever imagined. So sweet, so good… so perfect.
You're both left breathless when you pull away. "I want this forever," he murmurs softly against your forehead.
"Me too," you admit quietly, leaning into his touch. "Think we can stay like this forever?"
He pulls back, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "With you… I'd do anything."
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