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do you still love her?
chapter 8
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“Are you sure you want to do this?”
You lifted your eyes from the coffee cup in your hands and looked at Satoru. His blue eyes were nearly as tired as your own. He had spent the last few nights dealing with Yuta. From what you had heard, Yuta wasn't taking the divorce well.
“There's nothing left there.”
Satoru nodded slowly. “I don't want to pressure you into anything. I'm just trying to make sure you've considered every option. What about couples therapy?”
A small laugh escaped you, but there was no real humor behind it. “Couples therapy? I think we're way past that, Sensei. We should have gone to therapy when he told me about Maki. Instead, he ran after her while I sat at home with a broken heart.”
Satoru didn't argue. He didn't take your side, and he didn't take Yuta's either. He knew how much the two of you had loved each other. Yuta was falling apart from the inside out, and you were left carrying the pieces of your own shattered heart.
After a moment, Satoru spoke again.
“I heard you moved in with Megumi. How's that going?”
You set your mug on the table and hesitated. “Good. At least, I think so. I'm not sure if it's the right move anymore. Things have been happening between us.”
Satoru's brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”
“Are you guys having sex?” Itadori interrupted.
You looked over to find him sitting at the end of the table, stuffing a croissant into his mouth. “No,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “We've just been getting closer. I think Megumi is starting to fall for me.”
Satoru glanced at Itadori before looking back at you. “Are you using him to get over the breakup?”
“No.” Your answer came quickly. “At least, I don't think I am. There's definitely something there. That's what makes me feel so guilty.”
“Because you still love Yuta?” Satoru asked.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Itadori's eyes widened. “Oh, this is a love triangle.”
Satoru immediately shot him a look. “When I said you could come along, Itadori, I did not mean you could join the conversation. This is serious.”
“I know it's serious,” Itadori said. “That's why I'm invested. She's in a love triangle. Who's she gonna pick?”
You leaned back in your chair with a groan, dragging a hand over your face as the weight of everything settled on your shoulders. “I'm so glad you can find humor in this because I'm honestly struggling. Part of me wants to move on and see where things with Megumi could go, but the other half of me wants to forgive Yuta and try to rebuild the life we had together. I don't know which part of me is louder anymore.”
Satoru let out a quiet sigh as he rubbed his chin, his expression growing more thoughtful than before. “You're in a dangerous place right now, (Y/N). People's emotions are at stake, and no matter what you choose, someone is going to get hurt. Megumi didn't ask to be caught in the middle of this. He just happened to fall for you, and now he's being pulled into something that started long before he was ever involved.”
He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice calm but firm. “As for Yuta, he's on a self-destructive path, and he's nowhere near the right state of mind to rebuild a relationship. Even if you wanted to reconcile, I don't think either of you could do it in a healthy way right now. If you want my advice, I'd stop thinking about either of them for a while and start thinking about yourself instead. Spend time doing the things that make you happy, figure out who you are outside of this marriage, and don't make a decision until you're absolutely certain it's the one you can live with.”
You nodded slowly, letting Satoru's words settle in, though your mind still felt painfully crowded. Every day brought something new, whether it was another rumor, another memory, or someone reaching out to tell you how badly Yuta was doing. It had become exhausting to think about him, especially now that Megumi was part of your life. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he wasn't simply your friend anymore either. Somewhere along the way, the two of you had crossed into something that felt far more complicated. You were closer than friends, yet neither of you had been brave enough to give it a name.
After a long silence, Satoru spoke.
"Maybe you should put the divorce on hold."
Your head snapped up, disbelief written across your face. "On hold? Why would I do that?"
He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "Because it's only been a month. None of us knows how you'll feel in another three or four months. Maybe you'll decide you still want the divorce, or maybe the two of you will work things out and leave all of this behind together. No one can predict the future. I just don't want you making a permanent decision while you're still drowning in emotions."
You shook your head, your expression hardening. "If Yuta did it once, what's stopping him from doing it again? He let someone else come between us. He stood there and watched our marriage fall apart."
"That's always a possibility," Yuji admitted, wiping the crumbs from his hands. "But after seeing him these last few weeks, I honestly don't think he'd make that mistake again. Speaking as a guy, I'd fight for my wife with everything I had. People screw up, and what Yuta did was a huge mistake. I'm not defending him for that. But I can see it in his eyes. He's fighting for you now, and I don't think he'll stop until he has nothing left to give. If it were me, I'd do the exact same thing."
Satoru let out a quiet sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Men can be unbelievably stupid," he said with a faint, humorless smile. "We take the people we love for granted more often than we'd like to admit. I wish I understood why, but I don't." His expression softened with regret as he looked down at the table. "I also feel like I failed Yuta. I should've noticed what was happening sooner. Maybe if I'd been there when he needed someone, none of this would've happened."
“This isn’t anyone's fault but Yuta’s.” You say, taking a deep breath, “So where do we go from here?”
It hadn't really been a question for them at all. It had been directed at yourself.
The last few days had been nothing but endless questions and unsolicited advice from everyone around you, each person convinced they knew what was best, each opinion adding to the noise already crowding your mind. The truth was, there were only two people whose advice you genuinely wanted to hear: Satoru and Nanami. Gojo-sensei was loud, dramatic, and completely unreasonable more often than not, but beneath all of that was someone who cared too much for the people he considered his own. He was especially protective of you, Itadori, Yuta, and Megumi. He would deny it until the day he died, but everyone knew the four of you were his favorites.
You watched from across the table as both Satoru's and Itadori's phones buzzed at nearly the same time. They exchanged brief glances before unlocking their screens, their expressions growing noticeably heavier as they read the messages. Satoru's smile disappeared first, replaced by a frustrated sigh as he shoved his chair back and stood so abruptly that it scraped against the floor.
"What's going on?" you asked, your gaze shifting anxiously between the two men.
Itadori swallowed the last of his coffee before speaking. "Your husband is in the hospital."
"What?" The word escaped you before you could stop it, and you were already on your feet, your heart pounding against your ribs as your eyes snapped toward your sensei.
"Yeah," Satoru muttered, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "Kento took him there. He's lucky he isn't dead."
"He's lucky I don't kill him," you shot back under your breath as you hurriedly gathered your things.
The drive to the hospital passed in near silence, Satoru gripping the steering wheel while you stared blankly through the passenger window. Over the past few weeks, everyone had been telling you the same story. Yuta spent nearly every night in bars now, drowning himself in alcohol until he could barely stand. He rarely went home anymore, choosing instead to sleep wherever he happened to pass out. You had watched his slow unraveling from a distance, convincing yourself that eventually the two of you would have the conversation neither of you wanted to have. The problem was that you were falling apart too, and it was difficult to pull someone out of the water when you felt like you were drowning beside them.
By the time the car came to a stop, your stomach was tied into impossible knots.
The three of you hurried through the hospital entrance, though Itadori lingered a few steps behind, noticeably less eager to reach the front desk than either you or Satoru.
"Mrs. Okkotsu?"
The familiar voice made you stop in your tracks.
Turning on your heel, you found Shoko standing at the end of the hallway with a clipboard tucked beneath one arm.
"Shoko," you breathed, relief washing over you as you hurried toward her. "Where's Yuta?"
She met you halfway, offering a small, reassuring smile.
"He's at the end of the hall," she said gently. "He's fine. Just a few bruises, cuts, and some minor scrapes. Nothing life-threatening."
You released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Stepping aside, she gave you enough room to continue down the hallway.
The walk felt impossibly long, each step heavier than the last as your thoughts spiraled faster and faster. Anxiety settled like a weight in your chest, creeping into your throat until it became difficult to breathe. This would be the first time you had seen Yuta since the day he had asked you for a divorce, and no amount of preparation could have softened that reality.
Even so, you forced yourself to keep walking.
Your hand tightened around the doorknob before you finally pushed the hospital room door open. A rush of cool air greeted you immediately, carrying with it the sterile scent of antiseptic and freshly cleaned linens. Yuta sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his bruised face illuminated by the pale afternoon light spilling through the window. His gaze remained fixed on the world outside, as though he were searching the empty sky for answers neither of you had been able to find.
"You really can't stay out of trouble, can you?" you said, your voice quieter than you intended. "Now you're all beaten up and lying in a hospital bed."
You crossed the room, taking a seat by his bed. His eyes still fixated out the window.
A soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough around the edges but unmistakably genuine. "If you think this is bad," he replied with the ghost of a smile, "you should see the other guy."
"What happened?" you asked quietly, studying the fresh bruises scattered across his face.
"Nothing." Yuta shook his head, refusing to meet your eyes. "Don't worry about me. I can heal myself just fine."
Your brows knit together, frustration creeping into your voice. "And how many times can you keep healing yourself before it stops working? You can't keep doing this, Yuta. You have to stop."
"Okay," he replied flatly, the single word carrying no conviction whatsoever. "Thanks for stopping by."
You stared at him in disbelief, narrowing your eyes as irritation quickly replaced your concern. "What is your problem?" you asked, your voice rising despite your efforts to stay calm. "Why are you acting like such an ass? I'm just trying to make sure you're okay."
For the first time since you had walked into the room, Yuta finally looked at you. His expression was exhausted, his eyes dull from sleepless nights and far too much alcohol, yet there was something else buried beneath them, something that looked painfully close to guilt.
“I saw you with him at the festival.” He shrugged, though the movement looked stiff beneath the hospital blankets. “You moved on. You don't want anything to do with me anymore, and that's fine, so let's not stand here talking about fighting for anyone. I'm content with where I am now.”
A bitter laugh escaped you. “Content? You're drinking yourself into the ground, Yuta. At this rate, you're going to end up dead, and just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean I stopped caring about what happens to you.”
“I don't care,” he muttered with a groan, shifting against the pillows as if every movement made his injuries ache. “I'm just... so down bad, (Y/N). I never meant for any of this to happen, but it did, and now we have to live with it. My life isn't your concern anymore.”
“Maybe not,” you shot back, “but my name still is, and having my husband out getting blackout drunk every night isn't exactly a good look.”
Yuta let out a humorless scoff. “Right. Sorry. I forgot I wasn't the heir to one of the most notorious clans in the country.”
“This has nothing to do with him, Yuta,” you said, your voice sharpening. “This is about you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing at his temple. “I don't want to argue. My head is killing me, and I just want to rest.”
“Fine.” You pushed yourself to your feet. “I'll see you in court.”
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it over his face as though hiding from the conversation would make it disappear.
“You haven't even had time to grieve us, have you?” he asked quietly from beneath it. “Do you even care? Has it crossed your mind that we're getting divorced?”
Your hand froze around the doorknob. Without turning fully around, you answered, “I've cried every single day since our lives fell apart. You just weren't there to see it, and honestly... I'm exhausted from crying. I'm done begging you to care, so get your act together, Yuta.”
Silence lingered between you before his voice broke through it, stripped of its pride.
“Can you just... stay with me until they discharge me?”
You scoffed, refusing to look back. “Yuta...”
“Please.”
The single word came out so quietly, so desperately, that it rooted you to the doorway. Your fingers tightened around the frame as you stared into the hallway. Every logical thought told you to walk away, to leave him exactly where he'd left your marriage, but your heart refused to listen. No matter how much he'd hurt you over the past few weeks, there was still a part of you that couldn't abandon him when he was at his lowest.
With a defeated sigh, you turned back toward the room.
“Fine,” you murmured. “I'll stay until you're discharged.”
You returned to your chair, folding your arms tightly across your chest as if they could keep your emotions contained.
“It honestly baffles me,” you said after a long silence. “You're one of the strongest sorcerers to ever exist, someone people fear just by hearing your name, and you're sitting here throwing all of that away.” You met his eyes. “Have you forgotten the kind of man you are?”
Yuta stared at the ceiling.
“Rika hasn't appeared since we split.” His voice was hollow. “I think she hates me too.” He draped an arm over his eyes, letting out a dry, empty laugh. “How ironic.” He swallowed hard. “Both of my girls disappeared.”
“Let's not do this.”
“What?” His head tilted toward you. “Does that bother you?”
“Yes,” you answered flatly. “You wanted the divorce, remember? I'm not your girl anymore.”
His gaze lingered on you. “Is that because you're his now?”
Your jaw tightened.
“Tell me something.” His voice was quieter now, but somehow more painful. “Have you already moved on?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you love him?”
“Yuta.”
“Does he treat you better than I did?”
“Stop.”
“Do you love being with him?”
“Yuta.” Your patience was wearing dangerously thin. “I mean it. Stop.”
He ignored the warning, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Have you slept with him?”
“Yes.”
The word snapped through the room like a whip. It echoed in the silence that followed, sharp enough to leave both of you stunned. Yuta shoved the blankets aside and forced himself upright, ignoring the sharp protest from his injuries.
"You slept with him?" His voice came out low and strained, but the darkness settling over his features made it far more frightening than if he'd yelled. He leaned toward the edge of the bed, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.
"You're an oath breaker." His laugh was devilish, almost disbelieving. "I never, not once, slept with Maki. I cheated, and I'll spend the rest of my life regretting that, but I never took another woman to my bed."
"Yuta..." you said cautiously, taking a hesitant step toward him.
"Stop talking!" he barked.
Before you could react, he ripped the IV from his arm and tore the monitoring leads from his chest. The machines erupted into frantic alarms as the cords dangled from his hands. "I'm going to kill him."
Your eyes widened. Without thinking, you rushed forward and grabbed his arm, trying to force him back onto the bed before he could stagger toward the door.
"No, you're not," you snapped. "I lied."
He froze.
"I never slept with him." You glared at him through gritted teeth. "You kept pushing me, and I wanted to hurt you the way you were hurting me."
For a moment, he simply stared.
"You're lying."
His cursed energy rolled off him in violent waves, filling the room with suffocating pressure. Even through the fabric of his hospital gown, the heat radiating from his body stung your skin, forcing you to tighten your grip despite every instinct telling you to let go.
"I'm not lying," you insisted. "I couldn't sleep with him, Yuta. I never could."
"What do you mean, you couldn't?"
He stepped closer until he towered over you, his fists trembling at his sides as he struggled to keep himself under control.
"You have free will."
"I couldn't," you repeated, your voice firm despite the fear knotting in your chest.
His breathing hitched. "What are you talking about?"
You swallowed hard before finally meeting his eyes. "I couldn't..." Your voice cracked, but you forced yourself to finish. "Not when I'm pregnant with your child."
The room fell silent. The fury draining from Yuta's face was replaced by complete disbelief as the words settled between you, leaving only the shrill beeping of the heart monitor echoing through the room.
Yuta's hands slowly rose to his chest, clutching the fabric of his sweatshirt as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded. His head shook back and forth in disbelief, his eyes searching yours, desperate for any sign that this was another cruel attempt to get under his skin.
"Don't mess with me like this," he whispered, his voice trembling. "If you're lying... you need to tell me now."
"I wouldn't dare lie about something like this."
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
"When?" he asked quietly. "When did you find out?"
"A few days after the festival. I was about a week late, but I convinced myself it was just stress because of everything that had happened. I took a test anyway..." You paused, your eyes falling to the floor. "It came back positive."
The room was silent for a long moment before he spoke again.
"Who knows?"
"Only you and me." You folded your arms across your stomach, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. "I had to tell someone eventually, and I figured it would've been wrong for anyone else to know before the baby's father."
Yuta didn't answer.
The vein protruding along the side of his neck pulsed beneath his skin, betraying the storm of emotions raging inside him. Shock, guilt, fear, disbelief—they all flickered across his face so quickly that you could barely keep up with them, and for the first time since walking into the hospital room, the anger between you disappeared, replaced by something far heavier.
You knew exactly what he was feeling.
It was the same numb disbelief that had washed over you when those two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test.
You remembered sitting alone on the edge of your bed while the rest of the world slept, staring at the small plastic stick in your trembling hands, waiting for the result to somehow change if you looked at it long enough. Instead, the reality only settled deeper into your chest with every passing second, stealing the air from your lungs until all you could do was cry.
This was never how you had imagined finding out.
In every version of your future, there had always been laughter. You pictured yourself surprising Yuta with the news, maybe wrapping the positive test in a tiny gift box or watching his face light up as the realization settled in. Sometimes you imagined the two of you finding out together, sitting side by side in a doctor's office with your hands intertwined, already dreaming about the life you would build.
Never, not even in your worst nightmares, had you imagined discovering you were carrying his child while the two of you were in the middle of a divorce.
"Whether it's a boy or a girl, they'll have your last name," you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt. "I'm not going to take that away from you, and you'll always be welcome to see them whenever you want."
You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing.
"I refuse to let whatever is happening between us become a barrier between you and our child. They deserve to know their father, and no matter how angry or hurt I am, I would never use them as a weapon against you."
The words hung in the air for a moment before you forced yourself to say the part that hurt the most.
"But... I still want to move forward with the divorce."
You lowered your gaze, unable to watch his expression as you continued.
"I think it's what's best for both of us. We've spent weeks hurting each other, saying things we can't take back, and I don't want our child growing up in the middle of that. They deserve a home filled with love, stability, and parents who can put them first, even if we aren't together anymore."
Your fingers curled tightly at your sides.
"So we'll raise this baby together, but we'll do it separately. I won't let our child go through what we've been putting each other through."
"You don't truly want that, so stop lying to yourself," Yuta said, his voice firm despite the emotion threatening to break through. "And you don't get to make that decision for both of us."
Your breath caught in your throat, and instinctively, you bit down on the inside of your lip, desperately trying to keep yourself from falling apart. As much as you wanted to harden your heart and stay angry, you couldn't. Not anymore.
"Don't make this harder than it already is."
"I'm not," he shot back. "You're the one taking the easy way out, (Y/N). It's easier to sign some papers, walk away, and pretend none of this exists than it is to face what's actually in front of us."
You let out a shaky laugh, one filled with nothing but exhaustion.
"Easy?" Your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes. "Nothing about this is easy. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and it's so fucking sad, Yuta."
"You don't think I know that?" he snapped, running an agitated hand through his hair. "I've been miserable every single day since this started. I know this is my fault—I know I caused all of this—but do you know what kills me the most?" His voice faltered. "I should be bouncing off the walls right now because I'm going to be a father, and instead..." He swallowed hard, his eyes beginning to glisten. "Instead I'm standing here arguing with my wife in a hospital room."
A painful silence settled between you.
"That's all we've done lately," you whispered. "Fight. We can't agree on anything anymore, and every conversation somehow ends with one of us walking away."
"Exactly."
He took a slow, unsteady breath before looking at you again.
"Being a father already scares the hell out of me," he admitted. "I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up." His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "But the thought of becoming a single father before our child is even born..." He shook his head, unable to finish the sentence for a moment. "That's horrifying, (Y/N). I don't want our baby growing up between two homes before they've even had the chance to be born."
For the first time since the conversation began, there wasn't anger in his voice.
There was only fear.
"Please," he whispered, the desperation in his voice impossible to miss. "Don't give up on us yet. We haven't actually tried to fix this, we've just been hurting each other. Give us one chance. Not for me... hell, forget about me if you have to. Do it for our baby. If we honestly give this everything we've got and it still falls apart, then we'll know we tried. If it doesn't work..." He drew in a shaky breath. "Then we can let each other go."
You felt your resolve falter as you looked at him, seeing not the man you'd been arguing with for weeks, but the man who was terrified of losing everything.
"Yuta," you said softly, "please don't make any decisions right now. Everything is still so fresh, and neither of us is thinking clearly. I promise that once you're out of the hospital, we'll sit down and talk about all of this."
He closed his eyes for a moment before giving a small, reluctant nod, accepting the answer even if it wasn't the one he wanted.
"Okay," he murmured. "Just... don't shut me out again. I can handle the truth, I just can't handle being left in the dark."
"I won't."
The conversation faded after that, leaving only the quiet hum of hospital machines to fill the room. Neither of you spoke again, both too emotionally exhausted to search for more words. You simply sat together in the silence, letting everything that had been said settle between you, while the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, falling freely down your cheeks without either of you trying to stop them.
~
After Yuta was discharged from the hospital, you called a taxi to take you back to the Zenin estate instead of accompanying him home. Neither of you argued about it, because deep down you both understood that being together right now would only reopen wounds that had barely stopped bleeding. The conversation in his hospital room had changed something between you, but it hadn't erased the hurt that had brought you there in the first place.
Yuta needed time to sit with everything he had admitted, to face his fears without drowning them in alcohol or burying them behind empty reassurances. You needed space just as desperately, not only to process his plea but also to decide whether your marriage still had something worth fighting for. His words lingered in your mind throughout the ride back to the estate, replaying over and over until you could no longer tell whether your heart was breaking all over again or slowly beginning to mend.
By the time you walked through the gates of the Zenin estate, every ounce of strength had left your body. Your shoulders sagged beneath the weight of the day, your eyes were swollen and raw from crying, and your head remained bowed as though you couldn't bear to look at anyone.
You ignored the curious glances from the servants and made your way toward your room without speaking, wanting nothing more than to wash the day off your skin and disappear beneath your blankets.
The moment you pushed open the door, you froze. Megumi stood beside your bed, a fresh stack of blankets folded neatly in his arms. He looked up the second he heard you enter.
"Hey," he said quietly. "I figured yours needed to be changed, so I brought you some clean ones."
"Thanks," you managed, though your voice sounded distant, almost hollow.
His brows knit together almost immediately. "Are you okay?"
You tried to answer, but the words refused to come. Instead, you slowly shook your head. That was all it took. The tears you had been desperately holding back spilled over again, blurring your vision until you could barely make out his face. A sob escaped your chest before you could swallow it down, followed by another, and another, until your entire body began to tremble.
Megumi set the blankets aside without another thought. "Come here."
His voice was gentle as he stepped toward you, opening his arms. "What happened?"
The second you fell against him, everything shattered.
You buried your face in his chest, clutching the back of his shirt as sob after sob wracked your body. Every emotion you had been forcing down since leaving the hospital came rushing to the surface all at once. Your skin felt too tight, your chest too heavy, and an overwhelming sense of guilt crawled beneath it all until you wanted to tear yourself apart just to escape it.
"I can't..." you mumbled against his shirt. The words barely came out. "I can't do this anymore."
Abruptly, you pulled away from him, taking several hurried steps backward as though his kindness only made the guilt worse.
Megumi frowned. "(Y/N)... what's wrong?"
You couldn't look at him.
Your gaze remained fixed on the floor as your fingers twisted together nervously. "I have to tell you something."
His expression grew serious. "What is it?"
You took a shaky breath, tears still spilling from your eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Silence.
You slowly lifted your eyes, watching the words settle over him. It was better to force the words out, rather than beat around the bush.
Megumi had always been difficult to read. No matter how dangerous the situation, he rarely let his emotions show, but this...
This stripped every ounce of composure from his face.
"...Tell me you're joking."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
He dragged both hands through his hair before sitting heavily on the edge of your bed, elbows resting on his knees as his head dropped into his hands.
"I wish I was," you whispered, another sob catching in your throat.
Neither of you spoke for several seconds.
Finally, Megumi looked up. "You can't tell anyone else." His voice was low but urgent. "Not until we know what's going on."
You hesitated. "I already told Yuta."
His head snapped up. "You told him?"
"I told him the baby was his."
Megumi shot to his feet so quickly the bed creaked beneath him. "What?" His voice cracked with disbelief. "Why would you tell him that?"
"Because he was going to kill you." Your voice broke again. "He ripped his IV out, started heading for the door, and swore he was going to find you. I didn't know what else to do. I just... I had to stop him." Megumi stared at you, his expression caught somewhere between frustration and understanding.
Without another word, he began pacing the room, one hand rubbing thoughtfully along his jaw while he tried to make sense of everything you had just dumped in his lap.
The silence stretched until he finally stopped walking.
When he turned back toward you, the question he asked was almost hesitant, as though he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
"So..." He swallowed.
"Is the baby mine?"
Your heart sank.
Slowly, you shook your head.
"I don't know."
The admission felt like another knife twisting in your chest.
"I have no idea how far along I am. I haven't seen a doctor yet, so I don't know if I'm only a few weeks pregnant..." You wiped at your face with trembling hands. "...or far enough along that the timeline could point to either of you."
The room fell into another heavy silence, so suffocating that even breathing felt difficult. For the first time in years, neither of you had the faintest idea what came next.
Stupid... just so unbelievably stupid.
The thought echoed through your mind on an endless loop.
It wasn't a lie, you had slept with Megumi.
Of all the mistakes you could have made, it was the one you regretted most. No one knew. The two of you had agreed that no one ever could. If Yuta found out, there wasn't a single person alive capable of stopping him from hunting Megumi down. The rage you'd witnessed in the hospital had made that painfully clear.
It had never been planned.
After Yuta asked for a divorce, your entire world had crumbled beneath your feet. Every conversation had ended in shouting, every night had been spent crying yourself to sleep, and somewhere in the middle of all that heartbreak, you reached for the one person who had always been there to catch you.
Emotions had been running impossibly high, your judgment clouded by grief, loneliness, and desperation. One moment, Megumi had simply been comforting you, and the next, the line between comfort and intimacy had disappeared altogether.
Neither of you had meant for it to happen.
Neither of you wanted it to happen again.
The guilt had settled over both of you the moment it was over, heavy enough to steal the air from your lungs. You were still Yuta's wife, even if the two of you had separated and were preparing to end your marriage, and that single mistake had become another burden you would carry for the rest of your life.
Now there was something far more terrifying to face. You didn't know whose child you were carrying.
It could be Yuta's. There was no denying that possibility, and until a doctor could tell you how far along you were, it was just as likely as any other outcome.
But it could also be Megumi's.
One reckless, heartbreaking mistake had turned your entire life upside down, and now all you could do was wait, wondering which answer would change everything.
"(Y/N)..."
Megumi's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes searched yours for a long moment before he spoke again. "If the baby is mine..." He trailed off, exhaling slowly as he struggled to find the words. "Would you…” He stopped, shaking his head. "No, that's not what I'm trying to ask."
Another silence settled between you as he gathered his thoughts. "If the baby is mine," he said again, his voice steadier this time, "could you ever see yourself... with me?"
The question lingered in the air. "And if you could..." His jaw tightened. "Would Yuta still be a part of your life?"
Your heart twisted. You opened your mouth, only for the words to disappear before they could escape.
How were you supposed to answer that?
Just hours ago, you had accepted that your marriage was over. Then you walked into a hospital room expecting to finalize the end of your relationship, only to leave after telling your husband he was going to be a father. Now you were standing in front of another man who had just learned he might be the father instead. Your thoughts tangled together until you couldn't separate one emotion from the next. There were two men whose lives had been turned upside down in a matter of hours. Two men who were now forced to wait for an answer neither of them could control.
One of them would become a father.
The other would spend the rest of his life wondering what if.
Your chest tightened.
"Megumi..." you whispered, your eyes dropping to the floor. "I don't think I can answer that right now."
You swallowed hard before looking back at him.
“My head is all over the place. I don't even know what tomorrow looks like anymore, let alone the rest of my life."
The honesty in your voice answered him more than any promise ever could.
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BABE ARE WE EVER GETTING MY MAN YUJI IN THE STORY😭 😭 HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HIS REACTION WOULD BE AND WHAT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH READER IS🙂↕️🩷😝
next chapter will have gojo and yuji back!! 😏😏
i literally can’t wait, they have a chaotic relationship. i know i mention in one chapter that they were super close in high school but the shibuya incident changed all of them.
HE’LL BE BACK AND HE’LL BE AS CHAOTIC AS EVER 🤣🤣
Do you still love her? part 7 ends with Megumi and the reader leaning against each other watching fireworks.
Little do they know, Yuat just stumbled out of the bar and is forced home my Nanami...
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JJK Men being Gentlemen
pairings: satoru, nanami, yuji, megumi, and yuta!
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Satoru- The crowd was relentless, people brushing past you from every direction, each shove pulling you farther away from your husband. Everyone wanted a chance to see the famous blue-eyed sorcerer, eager for a photo or a few words. Before you knew it, strangers had wedged themselves between the two of you.
Satoru’s patience finally snapped. With an irritated sigh, he pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the protests around him. The moment he reached you, his fingers slipped around your hand, pulling you firmly against his side. His grip was secure, almost possessive, as if daring anyone to separate you from him again.
Megumi- The walk home after school was peaceful, the evening air cool as you rambled on about the latest gossip and random things you'd overheard throughout the day. Megumi listened in silence, offering the occasional hum to let you know he was paying attention.
Without a word, his hands settled gently on your shoulders. He guided you to the inside of the sidewalk, switching places so he was walking closest to the road instead. It was such a small, effortless gesture that he didn't even acknowledge it, continuing forward as if nothing had happened. But the faint pink tint on his ears gave away that he knew exactly what he'd done.
Nanami- The dinner party was elegant, and you'd chosen a sleek black dress for the occasion. It wasn't until you sat down that you realized it was much shorter than you'd remembered, leaving you subtly tugging at the hem every few minutes.
Across the table, Nanami noticed your quiet discomfort immediately. Without interrupting the conversation he was having, he calmly slipped off his suit jacket and draped it across your lap, covering your exposed thighs. He never made a comment or drew attention to it, he simply continued speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, offering you a brief, reassuring glance that said he had noticed and wanted you to be comfortable.
Itadori- The classroom buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly threw around ideas for the new baseball field. Voices overlapped one another, growing louder by the second. You tried to join the conversation more than once, but each time the boys talked right over you, never giving you the chance to finish.
He noticed almost immediately. Without a second thought, he stood from his seat and stepped into the middle of the room. "Hey!" he called, loud enough for the class to fall silent. "Let (Y/N) speak! She has great ideas too." He flashed you an encouraging smile before stepping aside, making sure everyone gave you the chance to be heard.
Yuta- The black-tie dinner had been lovely, but the elegant heels you'd chosen were beginning to feel like a mistake. After only a few minutes of walking home, you let out a quiet sigh and tugged lightly on Yuta's sleeve.
"Can we stop for a second?" you asked with a small wince. "My feet are killing me."
Yuta didn't hesitate. Before you could say anything else, he slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.
"Then let me carry you the rest of the way," he said with a warm smile.
Balancing you with one arm, he carefully reached down with his free hand to unfasten your heels, slipping them off one by one. Once they were in his hand, he continued down the quiet street, carrying both you and your shoes as if neither weighed a thing.
Pookie I'm late BUT HOLY SHIT WAS THIS A GOOD CHAPTER!!!
I LOVE yuta calling out maki's ass!! And as much I'd love to see gojo beating yuta again, I think he's suffering enough rn😛
And MEGUMI MY GOD MEGUMI!! hes so sweet and such a lovely human being omfg we all need a megumi in our life💔 im half hoping we divorce yutas ass and get with megumi hes so sweet and understanding :((
This was great as always💖💖😌
MY SHAYLA!!! I MISSED YOU!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU THANK YOU ❤️❤️
i’m happy that you enjoyed maki and yuta getting their asses beat,megumi is the perfect shoulder to lean on 🥺❤️
Im sorry that was mean. i love megumi
it’s okay to have an opinion!! everyone’s is welcomed to disagree and share their thoughts!! there’s so many people that actually hates Yuta so it’s valid 🤣🤣
why don’t team megumis read a MEGUMI fanfic
LMAOOOOOO 🤣🤣🤣🤣 now that’s funny. i do happen to have three megumi fics in my masterlist
when is yn gna feel yutas dick again
oh my goodness!! that’s hilarious 🤣🤣🤣 honestly everyone is so team megumi so idk.
i was planning on writing something like that during the multiple ending scenes. so mostly likely it’ll be the last chapter or the spin off. depending on who the reader ends up with 🤭
chapter seven is now out!!
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do you still love her?
chapter 7
notes: guys this is by far my favorite chapter!!
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Yuta's POV
"Can I get another bottle?" I mumbled, barely lifting my head from the cool wooden bar. The chilled surface pressed against my forehead, but it did nothing to dull the pounding in my skull. The headache had settled in sometime yesterday, or maybe the day before. I'd lost track. Time had become meaningless the moment she handed me those divorce papers.
For the past two days, this bar had become my home. I'd come when it opened and stayed until closing, only leaving long enough to stumble somewhere to sleep before coming right back. Alcohol had consumed my life.
Not that there was much of a life left to consume.
I'd watched everything I loved slip through my fingers without fighting hard enough to stop it. My marriage. My home. Her.
It was my fault.
I deserved every second of this.
The bartender slid another bottle of sake in front of me with a sympathetic smile before hurrying off to help someone else. A clean shot glass sat beside it, untouched. I hadn't used it once tonight. Or any night. I twisted the cap off and tipped the bottle straight to my lips. The sake burned going down, but I barely tasted it anymore. It might as well have been water.
"You need to go home."
I didn't have to look up to know who it was.
Nanami.
I'd spent the last two days avoiding him. Avoiding everyone. Funny how fast news spreads. One mistake, one affair, and suddenly everyone looked at you like the villain. Maybe they weren't wrong.
I let out a humorless laugh and took another drink. "What home?"
The words came out slurred, but the bitterness behind them was painfully clear. "My home is in another man's house."
Nanami pulled out the stool beside me and sat down without asking. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he sighed. "I know you're hurting," he said quietly. "But sitting here and drinking yourself into the ground isn't going to fix anything."
I stared at the bottle in my hands, slowly turning it between my fingers. "I tried to fix it." The words felt hollow. "She gave me every chance to fix it, and I still couldn't."
I swallowed hard before forcing another drink down. "It's better this way." My voice cracked despite my best effort to keep it steady. "She deserves to move on... to find someone who'll love her the way I was supposed to."
Nanami's jaw tightened. "Then why are you both miserable?"
I laughed, but there wasn't an ounce of humor in it. "Because of me." The words came out barely above a whisper.
"I fucking cheated, Nanami."
Silence settled between us.
"I did this." I gripped the bottle until my knuckles turned white. "I destroyed the only good thing I've ever had... and now I have to live with it."
“Fine, you cheated, but don't throw your life away over it, Yuta. You're far too young to destroy yourself.”
“Are you suggesting I find someone else someday?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat as I fought back the tears threatening to spill over. My hand instinctively reached for the bottle again, taking another long drink before setting it down with a dull thud. “There isn't another woman in this world who could ever replace (Y/N). I'll never be happy again, and honestly, I deserve that.”
Nanami clasped his hands together, hesitating for a moment as though he couldn't quite find the words he wanted to say. “Yuta, I spoke with Satoru. He's on his way back, and he's not happy. Please, let me take you home before he gets here. It won't be pretty.”
I leaned back against the counter and closed my eyes, letting out a slow breath. Gojo-sensei was coming back. The last time he'd seen me, he'd driven his fist into my gut hard enough to nearly make me throw up my breakfast. He had never hit me before that, but I'd spent the last few weeks disappointing him at every turn. Nanami had undoubtedly told him I was wasting my days away in bars, drinking myself to sleep night after night. Now he was being forced to leave Osaka early, abandoning his mission just to deal with me. I already knew he was going to tear into me the moment he arrived.
“I'm taking my bottle,” I muttered, reaching for the glass bottle sitting on the counter.
Nanami pulled out some cash and handed it to the bartender. “It's on me. Don't worry about it. Just go Yuta..”
I threw my hands up in surrender. “See? I'm leaving. I'm going home.”
Only when I pushed myself to my feet did I realize how much I'd actually had to drink. My legs felt unsteady beneath me, and the room tilted ever so slightly as I stumbled toward the door and pushed it open. A moment later, I heard Nanami's footsteps following close behind.
“Do you need me to walk you home?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I've got it. I just want to be alone right now. I'll call you when I get there.”
“If you don't,” Nanami said, his voice firm despite the concern in his eyes, “I'll be the one kicking your ass.”
“Fine, fine, I will,” I said, heading in the opposite direction of Nanami.
The bottle hung loosely from my hand as I wandered through the streets, weaving past crowds of people laughing, chatting, and smiling beneath the glow of lanterns. A festival. How fitting. No matter how hard I tried, there was no escaping thoughts of (Y/N). She had loved festivals almost as much as she loved the steamed buns sold at every little stand.
A faint smile tugged at my lips despite the ache lodged deep in my chest. Even now, in the middle of heartbreak, every memory I had of her still managed to make me smile. I had never regretted anything more in my life than asking for a divorce, and my heart shattered all over again every time I allowed myself to think about it. There was nothing left for me to do. She would never forgive me in the way I wanted her to, and honestly, I couldn't blame her for that. I had ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Still, a part of me wished for one more moment with her. One more chance to hold her in my arms, to hear her laugh, or even sway with her around the kitchen while music played softly in the background.
The bottle found my lips once more, and I took another drink despite the weakness creeping into my legs. It wouldn't have been the first time I woke up slumped against a tree because I'd gotten too drunk to make it home.
“Yuta? Is that you?”
I stopped in my tracks.
Immediately, disgust curled in my stomach.
Turning around, I found Maki standing a few feet away, staring at me with a mixture of surprise and concern.
“Get away from me,” I spat, my voice sharp with disgust. “I have nothing to say to you.”
I watched as she took a hesitant step toward me, desperation written all over her face.
“Please,” she pleaded softly, “just let me talk to you.”
She reached for my hand, but I pulled it away before she could touch me.
“Talk about what?” I asked coldly. “About how you fought my wife? Did you really think she wasn't going to tell me?”
Maki's eyes widened. “She hit me first.”
“Good,” I said without hesitation. “I hope it hurt.”
I turned to leave, but her voice stopped me.
“Yuta, I thought I meant something to you.”
I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head.
“You?” I scoffed. “Mean something to me? Maybe once upon a time, but you'll never replace (Y/N). There isn't another person in this world who could fill the hole she left behind.” My expression hardened as I looked back at her. “I never imagined our friendship would become something so ugly. I was married, Maki, and instead of respecting that, you preyed on my vulnerability when I was at my lowest.”
Her face fell, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Everything I had built, everything I had loved, had crumbled because I had allowed someone else to stand where only my wife belonged, and that was a mistake I would spend the rest of my life regretting.
“Yuta.”
“Stop saying my name!” I snapped, my voice cracking under the weight of everything I had been holding inside. “Stop. I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”
My chest heaved as years of frustration, guilt, and regret finally spilled over.
“I've never wanted to hit someone so badly in my life,” I admitted bitterly. “You helped me destroy my marriage, and instead of being a real friend, like Panda, you wanted it to fail. You saw me falling apart, and rather than pulling me back, you let me keep sinking.”
I laughed harshly, though there was no humor in it. “Fuck you, Maki. I don't want anything to do with you anymore.”
The words that followed escaped before I could stop them, fueled by alcohol, heartbreak, and anger that had nowhere else to go.
“Mai should've never died; it should've been you.” My voice trembled. “She was never the cruel one. She had a heart, and somewhere along the way, you lost yours and decided never to use it again.”
Maki's eyes widened, tears gathering almost instantly before spilling down her cheeks. Her head lowered, shoulders trembling as quiet sobs escaped her.
For a moment, I simply stared at her, feeling nothing but bitterness settle heavily in my chest.
“Here,” I said coldly, shoving the bottle into her hands. “You might want to use this to cope.”
My grip lingered on the glass for only a second before I let go completely.
“It's what I've been doing,” I added bitterly. “Maybe it'll work for you too.”
The readers POV
“(Y/N)?”
You heard your name from the other side of the door, followed by a few gentle knocks. You pulled your tear-stained pillow closer to your chest, clutching it tightly as another wave of exhaustion washed over you. It had been three days since Yuta had asked for a divorce, and those three days had felt like an endless cycle of grief, anger, and disbelief.
“(Y/N), I'm coming in.”
Megumi's voice carried through the room before the door creaked open. He peeked inside first, making sure you were there, then stepped fully into the bedroom and quietly shut the door behind him.
“Talk to me,” he said softly as he approached the bed. “You've been locked in this room for three days.”
You swallowed hard and stared down at the blanket gathered in your lap.
“I'm sad,” you admitted.
The confession felt strange leaving your lips. Sadness should have been the last thing you were feeling.
Megumi sat down beside you, his expression gentle and understanding. “You have every right to be sad, (Y/N),” he said. “Divorce is heavy, especially when it happens like this.”
“He cheated,” you said bitterly. “I shouldn't be sad. I should be relieved. I should be happy that I'm divorcing a loser.”
Megumi let out a quiet sigh and leaned back slightly.
“Yeah, he cheated,” he said carefully. “But he was also your husband. Before everything fell apart, before things became ugly, there were good moments too. There were years of memories, love, and a life the two of you built together. Losing that doesn't just disappear because someone made a terrible mistake.”
He glanced over at you, his voice growing even softer. “You're not mourning the man he is now. You're mourning the man you thought he was, and the future you thought you'd have with him.”
You slowly sat up, crossing your legs beneath you as you wiped at your damp cheeks. “How are you this good with words?” you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Everything you say just makes me feel... validated. Yuta was never very good at this kind of stuff.”
Megumi shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I had an older sister who was emotional all the time,” he said. “I guess that's where I learned.”
A soft laugh escaped you as you looked down at your hands, feeling some of the heaviness in your chest ease for the first time in days. Before you could retreat back into your thoughts, Megumi reached forward and gently took your hands in his, drawing your attention back to him.
“Let me take you out,” he said. “Get some fresh air, maybe grab something to eat.”
“I—”
“Don't argue with me,” he interrupted, though his tone was warm rather than stern. “Get dressed and meet me in the front yard.”
You let out a quiet sigh, but there wasn't much fight left in you anymore. Lately, it felt like your entire life had become one long argument—arguments with Yuta, arguments with yourself, arguments with the reality you were still trying to accept.
“Okay,” you finally said.
Megumi nodded, satisfied with your answer, before standing up and making his way toward the door. Once he disappeared into the hallway and you heard the door click shut behind him, you allowed yourself a moment to breathe.
For the first time in three days, you felt something other than grief.
Maybe a little fresh air wouldn't hurt.
“Ready?”
You made your way down the gravel path, spotting Megumi waiting beside the car with a folded blanket tucked beneath one arm and his keys dangling from the other hand.
You raised an eyebrow as you approached. “What’s this? Are you planning on taking me on a picnic?”
Megumi shrugged casually. “There's a festival in town today. I figured we could sit in the park for a while and people-watch.”
A genuine laugh escaped you, one that felt unfamiliar after days spent crying in your room. “People-watch?” you repeated, grinning. “You want to people-watch?”
Megumi rubbed the back of his neck, looking mildly embarrassed.
“No,” he admitted. “But I know you and Itadori like doing it, so I figured I'd fill in for him. Just for today.”
You smiled softly as you walked around to the passenger side and pulled the door open. “Wow,” you teased, settling into your seat. “Maybe I need to be heartbroken more often. I kind of like this softer side of Megumi.”
Megumi climbed into the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt before glancing over at you. “Let's not make a habit out of being heartbroken,” he said dryly. “It's way too depressing.”
You scoffed dramatically. “Excuse me? Are you calling me depressing?”
“Yeah,” he said with a small laugh, starting the car. “At this rate, I think I might start crying next.”
You leaned over and smacked his arm. “You ass.”
For the first time in days, the sound of your own laughter didn't feel forced, and as Megumi rolled his eyes while trying, and failing, not to smile, you realized how badly you had needed this moment.
You spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the festival with Megumi, eventually finding a quiet spot in the park to settle down. He had returned with steamed buns in hand while you carried two cups of freshly brewed tea, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you found yourself laughing without forcing it.
The entire day had been filled with lighthearted teasing, playful banter, and easy conversations. It was strange how natural it all felt, especially after spending the last three days locked away in your room, drowning in grief. Yet here you were, smiling until your cheeks hurt and laughing at Megumi's dry remarks as though your heart hadn't been shattered just days ago.
The festival itself was beautiful. Lanterns illuminated the pathways, music drifted through the evening air, and the scent of food from nearby stalls lingered around every corner. It was everything you could have asked for and more, and the best part was that the day still wasn't over. The fireworks show was set to begin soon.
“I think we found the perfect spot for the fireworks,” Megumi said as he leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs out in front of him.
You smiled, glancing around at the open view of the night sky above. “Yeah, you picked a perfect spot.”
“It was the only spot available,” he replied matter-of-factly.
You groaned and rolled your eyes, though the comment only made you smile wider. Megumi could be such a hardass, but moments like these reminded you that beneath his blunt demeanor was someone incredibly thoughtful, someone who cared deeply even if he wasn't always the best at showing it.
Megumi patted the blanket beside him. “You better sit down,” he said. “The fireworks are going to start any second now.”
You stuffed the steamed bun wrapper into your bag before moving closer and settling down beside him. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you tilted your head back toward the sky, quietly waiting for the show to begin, unaware that this simple moment would become one of the few memories from this painful chapter of your life that you would look back on fondly.
The night sky soon exploded with brilliant bursts of color, illuminating the darkness with shades of red, gold, blue, and violet. You watched in quiet awe as the fireworks bloomed overhead, each one more beautiful than the last.
Without thinking, you leaned back slightly, your shoulder brushing against Megumi's arm. The contact was innocent at first, but instinctively, his arm slipped around your waist, gently pulling you closer until the space between you disappeared entirely.
Your breath caught for a moment.
Yet, instead of pulling away, you allowed yourself to relax against him, your head eventually resting on his shoulder as the two of you sat together beneath the dazzling display.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the distant cheers of the crowd and the crackling echoes of fireworks bursting across the sky.
“Is this okay for friends?” you asked quietly, your voice barely rising above the noise around you.
Megumi remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the sky before he finally answered.
“I don't think so,” he admitted softly.
You lifted your head slightly to look at him, surprised by the honesty in his voice.
Another firework exploded overhead, bathing his features in warm light, and for the first time all evening, the air between you felt different, heavier, quieter, filled with something neither of you had been ready to acknowledge until now.
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sleep over with megumi
megumi x reader fluff
synopsis: After six months of secretly dating, your first sleepover with Megumi goes terribly wrong when his parents come home unexpectedly, forcing the two of you to finally reveal your relationship.
a/n: a small fluffy one shot for everyone who has been reading my yuta series! something light for the heart <3 patreon read it first :)
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You rang the doorbell of your boyfriend's house, your duffel bag hanging loosely from your shoulder as snow drifted softly around you. The neighborhood was quiet, the kind of silence that only came with winter evenings, and nerves twisted in your stomach as you glanced around for any sign of his parents.
A moment later, the front door opened.
Megumi stood in the doorway, his usual sleepy expression brightening the instant he saw you. A cold breeze swept past him as he stepped outside, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"Hey," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Come in. It's freezing out here."
You quickly stepped inside, grateful for the warmth that wrapped around you the moment the door shut behind you.
"Are you sure this is okay?" you asked, adjusting the strap of your bag.
Megumi had invited you over for a movie night, and maybe even to spend the night if things worked out. It all depended on whether his parents had already left for the weekend.
Though, if you were being honest, they probably wouldn't have minded either way. From what little Megumi had told you about his dad, he seemed pretty laid-back. At least, that was what you hoped as your nerves continued to buzz beneath your skin.
"Yeah, my dad's away at some gambling tournament, and my mom went with him."
"What about your sister?"
Megumi scratched the back of his neck. "I think she's staying with a friend this weekend..."
"You think?" Your expression fell. "I thought you said you had the place to yourself."
"I do," he said quickly, giving you a reassuring look. "Trust me."
"Okay," you replied softly, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in your voice.
You and Megumi had been sneaking around for the past six months. Neither of your families knew about your relationship, and for now, both of you preferred to keep it that way. It was easier for everyone's sanity.
Your dad was incredibly strict, despite the fact that you were twenty years old and more than old enough to make your own decisions about dating. Megumi's reasons were different. He simply wasn't ready to introduce you to his family yet, especially not his father.
So the two of you had fallen into a routine, carefully planning weekends and stolen afternoons around empty houses, quiet schedules, and moments when no one would ask questions. It wasn't ideal, but for now, it was enough.
"Come on, let's drop your bag off in my room."
Megumi took your duffel bag from your shoulder and led you upstairs. His room was dim and cozy, the soft glow of a lamp on his desk casting warm light across the space. He set your bag down carefully in the corner before turning back to you.
"Do you need anything out of it?" he asked.
You shook your head, already making yourself comfortable on his bed.
Normally, the two of you would have claimed the entire house by now. The living room would be covered in blankets and pillows, the kitchen thoroughly raided for snacks and drinks. But tonight felt different. Megumi seemed unusually tense, and you could tell he wasn't entirely confident about where his family was, or when they might come back.
"Can we watch a movie?" you asked, hoping to ease some of the nervous energy hanging in the air.
"Yeah."
Megumi walked over to his desk and switched off the lamp, leaving the room illuminated only by the television screen. You grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options, eventually landing on the one movie you could watch a hundred times and never get tired of.
Shrek.
Megumi climbed onto the bed beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you. He settled in comfortably, draping an arm around your shoulders and gently tugging you closer until you were tucked against his chest.
For a moment, all the nerves, secrecy, and uncertainty melted away, replaced by the familiar comfort of being with him.
You curl up into a ball next to him, the warmth of his body felt good against your cold skin. Just standing in the snow for a minute almost froze you into a statue.
"You're freezing," Megumi murmured, shifting slightly beneath the blankets.
"That's exactly why I'm putting my feet on your legs," you said with a laugh, nudging them against him. "They're nice and warm, so stop trying to escape."
Megumi let out a soft laugh but didn't say anything else. You relaxed further against him, feeling his warmth seep through the blankets. After a moment, he rested his head gently against yours.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, Shrek playing softly in the background as the two of you fought against sleep.
It was already two in the morning. Sneaking out this late was the only way you could see Megumi without raising suspicion at home. And tonight was different; it would be the first time you ever spent the night with him.
Despite the secrecy, despite the nerves that still lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but smile. Curled up in his arms, with the glow of the television flickering across the room, this felt like exactly where you wanted to be.
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The sharp slam of a door jolted you awake. Your eyes immediately darted toward Megumi, but he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Still fast asleep, he remained sprawled beside you, breathing softly. You glanced at the alarm clock sitting on his desk.
4:30 a.m.
Only a few hours had passed since the two of you had drifted off to sleep. You sat up slightly, holding your breath as you waited for another sound.
Nothing.
A quiet sigh escaped your lips. Maybe it was just the house settling. Maybe the wind had caught something outside. Slowly, you sank back beneath the blankets and nestled against Megumi once more. He still hadn't moved an inch, his features relaxed and peaceful in sleep. A few strands of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and the faint sound of his soft snores filled the silence.
A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched him.
For someone who always seemed so guarded and serious, he looked completely different like this, calm, vulnerable, and utterly at ease. And for a moment, despite the secrecy and the nerves that had followed you all evening, everything felt perfectly safe.
"Megumi, we're rich!"
Your eyes widened as the loudest, most enthusiastic scream you'd ever heard echoed through the house. Beside you, Megumi shot upright in bed. Even in the darkness, you could see the panic flash across his face.
"That's my dad," he said groggily, running a hand through his messy hair. Under different circumstances, you would have thought his sleepy voice was incredibly attractive.
Instead, your stomach dropped.
"Why are they home?"
"I don't know." Megumi threw the blankets aside and planted his feet on the floor, hurrying toward his bedroom door. He reached for the lock, twisting it into place.
"Should I hide?" you whispered frantically, yanking the blanket over your head as if it could somehow make you invisible.
Megumi had never spoken much about his father, but whenever he did, there was always bitterness in his voice, as though even saying his name left a bad taste in his mouth.
"No," Megumi said quickly, glancing back at you. "My mom might make him go straight to bed. Don't worry."
Easy for him to say.
You were currently in his bed, at four-thirty in the morning, with his parents unexpectedly home downstairs.
Worrying was all you could do.
"Isn't this against your clan's rules or something?" you whispered frantically. "You know, having a girl over—in your bed, who isn't your wife?"
Megumi rolled his eyes despite the tension. "Fuck the clan rules," he muttered. "I'm more worried about your dad finding out."
You let out a groan, but before you could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
"Megumi? Open up."
Your stomach dropped. Panic surged through you as you threw the blankets aside and scrambled toward his closet, determined to hide yourself somewhere, anywhere.
Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough.
The door clicked open.
The overhead light flickered on, and Megumi's father stepped inside.
You froze mid-step.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair and a presence that seemed to fill the entire room, he looked between you and his son, whose hands were currently occupied trying—and failing—to shove your duffel bag out of sight.
Silence stretched for a beat.
Then the man tilted his head slightly.
"Who's the woman?" he asked coolly.
You swallowed hard, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Megumi had never said much about his father, but standing in front of him now, you understood exactly why.
Megumi groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "A friend."
One of Toji's eyebrows lifted, amusement creeping onto his features. "A lady friend?"
Straightening your back, you gathered what little courage you had left and offered a nervous smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you said quietly. "I didn't mean to intrude."
Toji looked at you for a moment before glancing back at his son, the smirk on his face growing wider. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
"Fun?" Megumi's mother appeared in the doorway, arms crossed as she shot her husband an unimpressed look. "Nothing about this is going to be fun. Leave them alone, Toji, and go to bed."
She sighed, rubbing at her temple. "They're not doing anything wrong."
Toji folded his arms over his chest. "Clearly, he has a guest in our home that we don't know about."
"Clearly," she shot back, "you haven't noticed him sneaking her in for months now."
Silence.
Megumi stiffened.
You felt your soul leave your body.
Toji blinked. "Months?"
Megumi groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. "Mom."
"What?" she said innocently. "Did you think I wouldn't notice an extra pair of shoes by the door? Or the snacks disappearing twice as fast? Or the fact that my son suddenly started using cologne?"
"Please stop talking."
A grin spread across Toji's face as realization settled in.
"So you've had a girlfriend this whole time?" he said, sounding far too entertained. "And here I thought you were destined to be alone forever."
Megumi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
Meanwhile, you stood frozen in place, wondering if it was too late to climb out the window.
Megumi's mother finally smiled at you, her expression much softer.
"Y/N, right? Don't mind him," she said, jerking her thumb toward Toji. "He's just excited because this is the first girl Megumi has ever brought home."
"Mom," Megumi deadpanned, "if you say one more thing, I'm moving out."
Toji laughed. "Relax, kid. I'm just happy to know you're capable of romance."
"Go to bed," Megumi muttered.
"After I get her side of the story," Toji replied with a smirk.
Megumi let out a long sigh. This was, without question, the worst possible way for his parents to find out about his girlfriend.
"I-I don't think I have a side," you admitted nervously, clasping your hands together.
Megumi's mother smiled warmly, her expression softening.
"That's okay," she said. "It's four-something in the morning, and Toji just barged in and woke the two of you up. You're allowed to be a little speechless."
Toji scoffed dramatically. "Barged in? This is my house."
"And that's their room right now," she shot back. "At least have the decency to knock and wait for an answer."
"I did knock."
"You waited half a second."
"It was a very generous half second."
Megumi groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Can everyone please stop talking?"
His mother laughed softly before turning back to you.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're not in trouble. If Megumi likes you enough to sneak you in for six months, then you're probably a good person."
"Mom."
"What? I'm being nice."
"You're making this worse."
Toji grinned, clearly enjoying his son's misery.
"So," he said, leaning against the doorframe, "are we finally getting introduced to the girl who's been stealing all our snacks?"
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
Megumi looked ready to throw himself out the nearest window.
"I hate this family," he muttered.
His mother patted Toji's shoulder. "Congratulations. You've officially embarrassed your son enough for one night. Now come on."
Toji sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm expecting a proper introduction over breakfast."
The second they stepped out of the room and closed the door behind them, Megumi flopped back onto the bed with a defeated groan.
"I'm never recovering from this."
You couldn't help but laugh.
At least the secret was finally out.