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[daughterhouse]

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[daughterhouse]

hai how have you been? i know you haven’t been active much and just wanted to check up on you. :3

hiii! i'm good! sorry for being inactive :/ i have been super busy with my final exams in school and doing extra stuff outside of it! i'm excited to write some more when season three comes out :3

thank u for checking in! <3

[daughterhouse]

Hi ! I noticed the age in ur bio changed when’s your bday ? (๑>◡<๑)

hii! it was in october :3 i updated it late

[daughterhouse]

ugh girl i love ur megumi fics so much please never quit I LOVE YOU

thank u sooo much!!! <3

[daughterhouse]

just so you know megumi and yuji are minors.

so am i ^.^

[daughterhouse]

yuuta got a little nervous the first time he kissed you and squeezed his eyes shut a little too early, so he ended up kissing your nose instead of your lips :p

it's a little joke between you and him now. every time he kisses you before a mission or after a long day at school, he will kiss the tip of your nose first before pressing his lips to yours <3

[daughterhouse]

challengers but it's me and itafushi

[daughterhouse]

adore ur works sm!! pls keep up <3

Ily💕

ilysm! 🌻

[daughterhouse]

megumi getting all embarrassed when you thumb open his phone to check the time and realise he's changed his lockscreen to be a picture of you two together.

he doesn't really like taking photos, and he's never smiling in any of the ones taken of him, so he had to settle for a school pic of you two, with your friends cropped out. he tells you it was a dumb picture he chose because he didn't want the regular factory homescreen anymore, and you memorialise his flustered face by snapping a photo of you kissing his reddened cheek and changing that to be his lockscreen.

he grumbles at it, but the next time you visit his room you see he's had the photo printed and framed, and it sits pretty on his bedside table.

[daughterhouse]

omg i love these sm!! these are so cute please keep making them 🩷🩷

thank u !! 🌻

[daughterhouse]

THIS

Megumi with his hair sticking up all over the place bc he just woke up.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he’s the cutest ^^ trying to flatten it down for him and he grumbles and pulls away because the attention makes him blush 🤍

[daughterhouse]

sometimes after a really tough mission, megumi spends the night in your room so he has someone near him because he tends to get in his head. but he cant help but find himself awake in the middle of the night watching your chest move with every breath you take: he's making sure you're still breathing, like a new parent would their precious child.

and he's your boyfriend, not your father, but you still give him that purpose new parents always gush about. so he's scared of that purpose being lost on him, he couldn't handle losing you too.

you always wake up when he’s watching you; though. you can feel his presence even in your sleep. you always roll over to cuddle into him, never mentioning the fact you know he was watching you because you know he needs it. you kiss his cheek and tell him to close his eyes and go to sleep and cuddle him until he finally does drift off <3

[daughterhouse]

tennis player!satoru is often filled with adrenaline before a match, but it serves him best to be collected before the game starts, so he takes all that extra energy out on you.

courtside, arms wrapped around you in a squeezing tight hug, he's kissing everywhere he can reach: your cheek, your nose, lips, neck. he doesn't care that everyone here to watch the game can see his affections. you're his outlet for all those pent up nerves, spectators be damned.

"we're in-" you have to pause when he plants a kiss to your lips "-baby, we're in public!"

"don't care," satoru spins you around, nestles his face in the crook of your neck. his racket drops to the ground by your feet. "you gonna cheer me on, baby?"

"you know i will," you laugh, combing your fingers through his messy white hair: it matches the polo he plays in—the one that will soon be drenched in sweat. "you'll do great, toru."

"i know," you can feel his grin against your shoulder. "got the prettiest cheerleader on my side, i have to impress them. plus..."

he pulls back and glances over the court, to where his opponent stretches. the pink haired man, who the umpire had introduced as sukuna, has eyes that are sharp and stuck on the two of you—no, on you. satoru laughs, plants a long kiss on your lips, and grins.

"my opponent is a little off his game... distracted."

[daughterhouse]

messy-haired megumi waking up beside you in the morning. all groggy and grumpy, his eyes are shut heavy and sleep is pulling him back down into the sheets.

and you're so comfortable, legs tangled up in his as you rest on his chest. his heartbeat is sweet in your ears, the heat of his body a simple reminder that he's here and safe and wholly yours.

"i can feel you staring at me," he grumbles, eyes closed as you watch him from his chest. "go back to sleep."

"it's nearly midday," your voice is soft in return: he had a late night, staying up late into the morning hours as he watched you sleep. watching the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your gentle breath against his sleep—reminding himself you were okay. so much loss does such things to the soul.

so when you try and push yourself up, megumi is quick to pull you back down against his body and press his face into your hair. he takes a deep breath in, inhales your scent, and lets his eyes close again.

"five more minutes," he says. "please."

you smile against his skin. you'd give him all the time in the world if you could.

[daughterhouse]

megumi doesn’t know what to do with his hands when the two of you are making out… so most of the time he will just rest them in his lap or by his sides as he kisses you.

it’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, to put his hands on your face like you do with his, or to hold you by the waist and pull you in closer… he just doesn’t know how. he gets in his head about it, worries that you won’t like something he does. it took him long enough to get comfortable kissing let alone making out—he doesn’t want to ruin anything.

so after a particularly heated evening in your dorm room one night, you pull back from megumi with swollen lips and glossy eyes and say “you know you can touch me if you want to, right?”

“no thanks,” isn’t the reply megumi was going for, but it’s what leaves his lips. he can still taste you on them, and it’s messing with the workings of his brain. “i mean—not no, i just… you—“

he’s cut off with you taking his hand in your own and guiding it up to the side of your face. you lean into his forces touch and hold eye contact. “this okay?”

and he has to nod, because words are lost on him when having you so close fills his heart with a warmth he had thought was only for the storybooks he’d read as a kid.

megumi holds your face, admires every inch of it with an expression on his face you can only describe as lost—and then he kisses you. and learns that touching you is easy, not because he’s confident in doing so, but because it’s you, and you’re more than safe.

[daughterhouse]

I love your blog!! Megumi has been in my head 24/7 recently 😭😭💗

thank you!! he's in my head all the time too its probably unhealthy hehe 🥹🌻

[daughterhouse]

ur writing is ethereal divine & im in love with u

🥹🥹🥹🥹🌻 ur too sweet im just rambling hehe thank u !! <3 ily