hiii guys i’m really new to this i swear but i love reading all of ur works and it inspired me to make my own so here i am!!
what inspired and basically kickstarted my au was this fic on wattpad ab naoyaxreader called “the masochist and the misogynist” but instead of me bring the wife i’ve decided to be their child who is now aged up
most of my hc’s and stories are gna be based on bf!megumi which is self explanatory but also ur the daughter of naoya zenin and ur mum while you have two godfathers Satoru Gojo and Toji Fushiguro but in this au reader and megumi aren’t related lol maybe that’s js bc i’m adopted and i’ve applied it here.
m. list!!
little introductions:
megumi:
- quiet, guarded, emotionally challenged but tries his hardest for you
- his actions are what matter most and is his main form of communication
-expects people to leave
-slow burn attachment
mum:
- warm, loving, strong, emotionally available and intelligent
- notices everything, speaks gently
- safe space
(an important detail i feel like adding is that she’s the first to see megumi soften)
ONE MORE EXAMM. history was so good today i was holding in giggles reading the questions. watch me get cooked tmr and pretend like it didn’t happen by writing fics all summer
bf!megumi guessing what lip balm flavour you’ve got on
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basically js a makeout sesh
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as soon as you woke up you decided it was a great day to annoy your boyfriend and immediately reach for your phone to text him
meowgumi
yes
come over
we have physics on tuesday. go study.
ya borin
anyw study here
…
fine
it’s been a few hours since he arrived. both of you are now just in your room he’s deeply focused and has probably memorized the entire course by now while you’re still trying to understand the basic concepts of physics. you’ve definitely been locked in and not staring at ur ceiling for the past 10 minutes after taking a vape break before the nicotine suddenly hits you and you need to go to the toilet
“be right back gumi”
“take your time”
it’s been like a good 10 minutes in the toilet and when you’re finally done you toss your hand towel into the basket and look into your cabinet for another. just as you’re ruffling through a drawer which consists of skincare, toiletries, half burnt vapes and some junk. you kept taking things out and either rearranging them or tossing it straight into the bin until you find a pack of fun flavored lip balms: a cola, two fantas, a sprite, and a jolly rancher. a pack you bought as a joke a few months back but there’s a reason for you to actually use it now. and that reason’s on your bed, head buried into his laptop with his only care being the exam next week
you get out of the toilet and peek at him playfully hoping to lighten the mood
“megumiiii”
“where’s your mac charger”
is the only reply he shoots back to which you roll your eyes at
“nerd, take a break”
“don’t think the exam waits on you”
“gumi you’ll be fine i promise”
you say as you switch places with his mac that was previously on his lap. you slide a teasing finger under his chin tilting his face up to face yours.
“let’s play a game”
he raises an eyebrow at that familiar teasing tone
“not falling for your shit again y/n”
that makes you giggle abit
“no it’s harmless i promise”
“…okay”
the uncertainty in his voice made it even cuter. you bring your face to his until you bridge the tiny gap with your lips. it’s soft and gentle before you purposely start nibbling at his lips hoping he’ll mimic the gesture on you. it worked. just as he pulls you closer, you pull away.
“guess.”
“wha-“
“guess what flavor i have on”
“seriously?”
“mhm”
he tried to steal your focus with the attempt of asking for another kiss but you saw right through him. oh megumi when will you learn.
“just one more cmon”
“nu uh”
“fine. sprite.”
you shook your head and in a teasing tone “mm-mm”
“try again megs”
he wasted no time immediately sealing your lips together and really savoring the taste and waxy coating on your soft plush lips.
it’s been a good 5 minutes he’s flipped you over so you’re no longer straddling him while you sit on his lap. now he’s got you straight under him on your bed while he’s got his fingers tangled in your hair. there definitely isn’t any flavour left on your lips of which he hasn’t licked away. both of you have completely lost the objective until you snapped out of it. you placed your hands on both sides of his face and lightly created distance.
“you sly little thing”
“ah jeez was kinda hoping you’d forget”
“mhm. guess.”
“it’s sprite”
“nope”
“it’s. sprite.”
“it really isn’t”
he cups your face with one hand forcing you to look at him because your gaze drifted from your giggles as he insisted he was right
“don’t lie”
you look up into his green eyes, his gaze never leaving your lips. his words sharp but there’s no real bite to it. you placed your palms back on his face and pull him back down to restrain your growing smile with his lips while rub the nape of his neck before releasing yourselves. you give him a sweet and knowing smile
“it’s sprite and jolly rancher”
“you little dirty little chea-“
before he can finish you were quick to flip both of you over and kiss him before he gets upset. whoops sorry megs!!
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m.list!!
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a/n: ughh how i’ve missed this guys im lowkey going thru writers block im scared my fics r getting shorter n shorter bc of exams n stuff okay okay only 4 more to go!! help me out n tell me what u guys wanna see!!
hey guys sorryyy i’ve been busy w exams but i wanna get back to writing during half term so please send recs n wish me luck on my next few papers!! #8/13😌 trust i will be writing all summer.
‧₊ ˚⊹ all the times husband!gojo uses his technique for you
note 4k, fluff ! took some small creative liberties with limitless ct in this, i hope you dont mind :3 also the chunking type layout of this is inspired by @heartkaji ( i recommend checking out her work, it's always super creative and fun ! )
satoru is offended, to say the least. the higher-ups keep nagging him about not using his technique outside of jujutsu society. something about keeping his stamina up, not exhausting himself when it wasn’t necessary.
“your cursed energy is for exorcising curses on missions, not for wasting away on that wife of yours.”
the words linger in his head for a while after he had been brought in to be scolded, the memory leaving a sour taste in his mouth. firstly, they should know better than to suggest that gojo was ever wasting any of his cursed energy, as if it wasn’t practically impossible for him to ever run out. secondly, how dare they insinuate that you’re not a good enough reason to use his technique? you are the most important person in his life. whatever time not spent on work, he makes sure to dedicate it and every fibre of his being into making you the happiest person in the world.
whatever, gojo thinks to himself, waving off their harsh words. his body and technique are his to do what he will with. he’s not a thing to be used; they can’t control him, anyway.
regardless, it’s not like he even uses it that often...
2:43PM : MISSIONS AREN’T THAAAT IMPORTANT
gojo always keeps his phone’s ringer turned on nowadays. he never used to; never even used to bring the phone with him in the first place. there was no need—no one would be contacting him during a mission unless it was really urgent. and in that case, they could just send someone over once he was done. but it’s different now that you’re in his life. he would drop anything and everything for you, and he does.
one afternoon, he’s on a mission. needs to exorcise some curse in osaka. he’s due to be away for a couple of days, ijichi even booked him an overnight hotel and everything. he had complained at first, not understanding why he needed to leave you alone for any longer than a day at most. but apparently gojo was desperately needed. so, reluctantly, he packed a bag and went about his business.
so, you’re still at home. much like him, you have things to be doing. one of them is picking up all the slack at the school since your husband is away. you’ve now been tasked with teaching both second and first years while he’s gone, so you’re very busy. as if grade promotions being around the corner weren’t enough to make you sick with stress, now you’ve got double the lessons to be prepping and delivering.
in your little office, you sit back on your desk chair and rub your temples. classes are finally done for the day, but it’s not like the work is over—far from it, actually. you have so much paperwork to do; your focus is on finishing the termly progress reports for your second years. sliding the drawer open, you fumble around for the four stacks of paper, and—
fuck.
where are they? your mind floods with anxiety; you must have misplaced them at some point. you’ve just been so tired recently, having to juggle missions, teaching, reports and paperwork while satoru has been away the entire time, so you don't even have his strong arms to hold you and comfort you at night. with all of the extra load, your mind has been completely scattered.
you pace up and down your office, racking your brain for any hint of where you may have put them. your heart pounds heavily, thrumming in your ears. yaga wants these reports by tonight. it’s not like you procrastinated on them, either! you actually had them mostly done, and all you needed to do was proofread them and sign off. what can you even do at this point? tell him that you’ve lost them and that you’ll get it to him by the end of the week? no. these reports are crucial for potential promotions and you’ll be damned if your students don’t get their deserved progression after all of their hard work this year.
feeling yourself beginning to spiral, you reach for your phone in your pocket. your fingers automatically find satoru’s contact, barely even giving it a second thought. you don't even really know what you want him to do at this point, but you just need to hear his voice. your fingers hover over his name. you know he’s busy, know he’s probably currently out in the field right now doing important work, but your chest feels tight and something inside you presses call, anyway.
ring, ring, ri—
“hello?” his voice over the crackling call already soothes you.
“satoru—” your voice cracks.
and the space around you shifts, getting heavier as a weight pushes into you before you can even register what’s happening.
“i'm here, baby,” he sounds closer, smoother. “what's up?”
what… the hell? you think you must be dreaming. all of the stress must have finally caught up with you, and you’ve passed out and are currently imagining your husband here with you.
no. no, you’re wrong. he’s here and he’s real and— what is he doing here?
“satoru!” you whisper-shout. “you’re supposed to be in osaka right now. fuck, if anyone sees you, you’ll be in so much trouble.”
he shrugs. “relaaaax, sweetheart. they can’t touch me. literally.”
you scoff lightly at his unshakeable arrogance.
“plus,” he adds, stepping closer to you. one hand comes out to cup your cheek as he analyses your face, taking note of the creases between your brows. “whatever i was doing couldn't have been half as important as tending to my ever-so-sweet wife.”
your temper softens at his unwavering kindness. you had momentarily forgotten about the lost papers, too focused on your husband showing up out of thin air. shoulders sagging down again, you tell him about the reports and how important they are, though he already knows that fact.
satoru listens intently, nodding. his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his touch, a welcome feeling after only a couple of days without him. he doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t play up his usual gojo antics and tease you for being worried. no, right now the love of his life needed his reassurance, and he was here to give it to them.
“okay,” his voice is low, eyes searching yours. “so we’ll find them.”
your heart melts at how he always treats you with such gentleness, even if you had just made an insane screw-up. the two of you scour your entire office, searching every nook and cranny for where you could have potentially misplaced the files. and thank fuck satoru manages to find them tucked away in the corner of the small cupboard where you usually keep your outside jacket. you don't know how they got there, but you can't bring yourself to care. all of the worry from your body immediately releases, the tension in your posture loosening as you sigh in relief.
your husband pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “told you we’d find them.”
“thank you, satoru. i love you,” you hum, enjoying the heat radiating off his body. you pull apart from him, looking up into his eyes. his blindfold is tugged down his neck, you now realise, which must mean he was in the middle of using his six eyes with full effort. “you should really get back to what you were doing.” you tap his chest lightly. “see you in a few days?”
he pouts, eyebrows knotted together. “can’t i just stay? i’m already here, now. it’s a pain to go back.”
“even if you won’t get in trouble, i won’t be able to hear the end of it from the higher-ups if you stay.”
“do i really have to?” he whines, tilting his head back in frustration.
“i don’t want you to go either, but you have to. come on.” who were you if not the voice of reason in satoru’s dynamic life?
“fine, fine.” he throws his hands up. “but only because i don’t want you to get it in the neck.” he captures your lips in a welcoming kiss.
you hug him one last time before he disappears. “what were you even doing when i called? you got here fast.”
“i told you,” he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “nothing important.”
well, nothing that was important for you to know. unbeknownst to you, gojo was quite literally in the middle of an exorcism. some grade one curse that apparently no one else had the strength to handle. satoru knew they were just short-staffed. so there he was, mid-action, crushing some spirit one-handed, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“hold on,” satoru put a finger up to the curse as if it knew what that meant. “gotta take this.”
the mission could wait. the curse wasn't going anywhere; it lacked any sort of real intelligence to be able to flee when it was already half dead. so, of course he teleported to you as soon as he heard the crack in your voice. sure, he probably should have let it ring out to voicemail and listened to it five minutes later, when he would have inevitably finished the curse off. however, you are always his top priority. you come first in his life.
9:15AM : A SOFA IS LIGHTWORK, SWEETHEART
spring cleaning on an early saturday morning. what else could be better? you have your earphones in, humming along to music as you mop the wooden floors of your shared apartment. satoru is currently in the kitchen cooking breakfast—you can smell the mouthwatering aroma of his famous pancakes that you look forward to every weekend.
everything is perfect, going smoothly. that is, until a fat fly buzzes around your head, darting around with speed. you try to swat it away, one hand still on the mop. your arms are flailing in the air when your bicep brushes against your ear and an earphone falls out, clattering to the ground as your music comes to a staggering halt. everything happens too fast. one moment you’re standing, stepping back into what must have been a wet spot on the floor; the next, the room is tilting and spinning around you and you fall flat on your ass with a loud thud!
“shit!” you shout, probably a little too loudly.
within seconds, satoru is next to you, helping you up to your feet. “what happened, baby?” he coos. “you okay?”
wincing, you feel around the back of your shorts and touch a damp patch where you landed. “yeah, fine. just slipped. lost my stupid earphone under the sofa, though,” you groan. “now i’ll have to put my whole arm all the way underneath and i don't think i can survive that.”
“nah,” satoru’s voice lilts. “i got you.”
inch by inch, the couch begins to slowly lift off the ground, levitating steadily as a shit-eating grin makes its way across satoru’s face. you fold your arms, waiting for him to retrieve your earbud. he doesn’t move an inch.
“well, aren’t you gonna get it, then?” you can hear the smugness in his voice.
“fuck you,” you roll your eyes. you pick the small device up off the ground. it’s a little dusty, but nothing too bad. internally, you thank your husband for his service.
12:27PM : MANIPULATIVE COFFEE SPILLS
it’s a weekday. you both have a free hour, so you decide to spend the time having coffee together at a small cafe on the outskirts of tokyo, relatively near the school. satoru orders a latte for you and some kind of fruity iced drink for himself, despite you insisting that he needs to ease up on the sugar because he’s bound to get diabetes when he’s an old man. it’s better for him than coffee, though. the one time he had a shot of espresso, instead of increasing his focus like intended, he ended up bouncing off the walls with boundless energy.
grinning, he walks over to you with a tray of two cups and a plate. he sits down opposite you, sliding your mug over to your side of the table. you share a vanilla pastry. it’s yummy: flaky, creamy, and sweet. satoru had protested to sharing at first (he wanted his own dessert), but you told him that if he was getting a sugary drink, then he should be open to compromising on the sweet treat.
as you’re chatting idly with him, he makes you laugh over something trivial. then you accidentally knock your mug over. it all happens in slow motion. the wobble of the cup, it tilting over the edge of the table, the hot liquid beginning to pour straight into your lap.
then it stops in midair. you’re going crazy, you must be. confused, you look up at satoru, and he’s just cheesing at you. it all clicks into place. of course, gojo would use his gravity manipulation to stop your coffee from spilling. maybe a little excessive for the situation, but you were grateful nonetheless. with a swish of his finger, he gently lifts the liquid back into the cup, placing it on the table, and it all goes back into place. apart from one drop that plops straight onto your skirt.
“satoru!” you hiss.
your husband feigns innocence. “what?”
“don’t act like you don’t know what you just did.” you point an accusatory finger at him.
“uh… spare your outfit from boiling hot coffee?”
“you got a drop on me!”
“one single drop…” he mutters under his breath. “i just saved your life and you’re complaining about one single drop.” he drops his gaze from yours, doing his best impression of a kicked puppy.
“don’t try to manipulate me with those eyes. i know what you’re doing.”
“what eyes?” he bursts out. “i’m not doing anything!”
“oh, come on,” you laugh airily. although he’s mildly annoying, sometimes, you can’t deny how endeared you are by him. maybe those puppy dog eyes did work on you. he was cute. “you know very well you left one drop untouched on purpose. you’re telling me the gojo satoru accidentally missed a drop?”
he tries to hold back a laugh, though it chips away at his faux sadness. “fine, fine…” he allows himself to chuckle properly, now. “you got me. you know me so well, baby.”
you can’t help but laugh along with him.
6:53PM : SWEATY PITS ON THE TRAIN !
it was his idea to take the train back to tokyo. not yours. if you had it your way, you would both have teleported back home the moment you finished your mission and would be cuddling together in your own bed. but nooooooo. satoru just had to “make a day out of it.” he insisted that taking the train back would be a fun way to “experience the regular life,” like you had normal office jobs and weren't overworked jujutsu sorcerers.
but the two of you hadn't taken a train anywhere in what felt like forever, always relying on his speed or teleportation to get to places, so getting on the train back to tokyo was… more than crowded. you had forgotten just how busy rush hour was, all packed into a cramped train like cheap sardines. you led the way onto the carriage, satoru’s hand resting on the small of your back as you shimmied into a crevice where you could stand next to him. he held onto the overhead railing whilst you mainly leaned against his tall frame. honestly, it was such a tight squeeze that you basically didn't even have to hold on to anything; the tension from all the bodies around you was enough to hold you in place.
then the worst happens. some guy shuffles in, squeeeeezing his way through the crowd. and he’s reaching up, up, until you’re face to face with his sweaty armpit. you crane your head to the side, trying your best not to audibly gag.
a low hum fills the air. suddenly, the filthy odour is… gone? there’s also a sizeable gap between your face and the man’s unfortunately placed underarm. a weight falls onto your waist—satoru’s hand. you don't have the space to be able to turn around and look up at him, but if you did, you know he’d be making the most over-the-top, exaggerated gagging face, shaking his head at the lack of tact from the other man.
you smile to yourself. he extended his infinity just to shield you from a sweaty armpit. so romantic.
11:00PM : MOVIE NIGHT BLUES
cuddled up into the corner of the couch after a long day at work, you and your husband sink into the plush pillows beneath your bodies. your back is resting against satoru’s, one of his arms circles your shoulders, the other draped loosely over your waist, atop a fluffy blanket that’s tucked tightly under your chin. you’ve put on a film the two of you have been dying to watch for weeks, but haven’t had the time to see.
“shit…” you mumble to yourself, remembering that you were supposed to be the one to bring all of the snacks. but now, you were all cosy and settled, and the last thing you wanted to do was move from your position. you’d never be able to get back to this exact spot afterwards.
“what’s up, baby?” satoru pecks you on your temple.
you sigh. “nothing, just wish i grabbed those snacks before getting comfy. i don’t wanna get up, now.
slam! a bang comes from the kitchen. within seconds, packets of crisps, popcorn, and bars of chocolate are darting towards you. they stop dead in their tracks before they fully reach your face, stopping just centimetres before, then they fall onto the couch next to your entwined bodies.
“blue?” you question, twisting your neck around to look at him behind you.
satoru nods, evidently proud of himself. with a flick of his wrist, he closes all of the opened cupboard doors in the kitchen. “even cleaned up after myself. you’re welcome.”
humming happily, you sort through what you want to eat first, settling on a packet of salty popcorn as you hand satoru a sweet pack to tear open.
“you’re the best,” you say, mouth already stuffed full of kernels.
satoru is just happy to help, happy that he can make his wife's life even the tiniest bit easier.
5:12PM : DRAMATIC GUSTS OF WIND
“how do i look?” you twirl out of the bathroom dramatically, smoothing your dress out. tonight is date night. satoru was already ready to go, but you needed a couple more minutes to finish touching up your hair and outfit. so, you made him sit on the bed and wait for you to make an entrance into the bedroom. he still hadn't seen your outfit until you spun out of the door.
from the edge of the bed, satoru’s gaze lifts from his phone, raking over your figure. crinkles form in the corners of his eyes, his lips twitching up. an easy smile stretches across his mouth as he clicks his fingers.
out of nowhere, something that you assume is a breeze begins to flutter over your skin, your hair billowing out around you as the fabric of your dress floats up, flowing behind you as you skip over to plant a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead. his control over his cursed energy is always so precise that he can use red with such accuracy that it only blows languid gusts of wind.
catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. you look like you’ve just stepped out of a cheesy action movie trailer. “bit much, don’t you think?”
satoru sits up straight, clapping with utmost sincerity. “ten out of ten,” he nods. “no notes.”
10:56AM : HE FLIRTS LIKE A MENACE
you've finished up your morning classes with the second years, knocking on the door of your husband’s classroom to see if he was also done. the door swings open before you can knock for a third time, and you’re met with satoru beaming down at you.
“come in, come in.” he ushers you inside.
you sweep your eyes over the room and see the first years at their desks—postures slouched, eyes wandering anywhere but the front of the classroom, clearly uninterested in what their teacher had to say. they perk up at the sight of you as you greet them happily.
“sorry, did i disturb your lesson?” you take pity on the kids.
“no!” nobara cuts in quickly. she then shakes her head vigorously, as if backtracking. “no, sorry— i mean— gojo-sensei was almost done, right?”
satoru scratches the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “uh, i guess so… i still had another thing planned for you guys…” he trails off. “but! i guess we can save that for this afternoon!” he claps, telling them all to be back after lunch. you giggle to yourself at his optimism.
the three of them pack their things up hastily and scurry out.
“thanks for getting us out early, sensei." megumi nods at you, nobara smiling by his side.
yuji trails behind them slightly, jogging to catch up with his friends after being the slowest to gather his things. “you’re the best!” he grins in your direction, shutting the door behind him.
turning around to face satoru, you see he’s already leaning back against his desk, a lazy smile painted across his soft features. “i can't wait to teach them next year,” you ponder aloud. “they have a lot of potential.”
you walk towards satoru, who snickers. “all thanks to their great teacher, gojo satoru.”
“ah, right,” you mock. “whatever you say, babe.” in an attempt to kiss him, you tiptoe up to reach his lips. but, just as you get close to his face—
buzz.
it feels like your body is slowing down faster than you can process or control. so much so that you can't even attempt to touch your husband. this man has just activated his infinity to, what, tease you?
“satoruuuuu—” you whine.
he shakes his head firmly. “nope,” he says, popping the p. “say please.”
“you’re not serious.” your jaw falls agape. how could he be denying you a kiss?
“deadly so, sweetheart,” he smirks.
pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “i am not saying please just to give you a kiss, satoru.” and you’re not! you’re not going to let him win this time.
“fine by me,” he shrugs, utterly nonchalant. “no kiss then.”
“what?” you scoff. he’s unbelievable. you know he relishes in being able to rile you up. “no, that’s not fair.”
“it so is,” he smirks casually. “you want to kiss me? then say please.”
“fine, whatever…" you grumble, muttering under your breath. "please…”
“sorry?” satoru cups a hand around his ear, leaning forward closer to you. “couldn’t hear you.”
“you’re so annoying.” you roll your eyes, but you can feel his charms working on you as each second elapses. “fine. please,” you say, louder this time so he has no choice but to hear your words.
“hmm…” he taps a finger against his chin. “please what?”
“oh my god, you’re kidding.” he’s kidding, right?
“nuh-uh, i don’t play like that.”
you huff, but at the end of the day, you do want to kiss his pretty lips. so, you give in to his antics. “please, can i kiss you, satoru?”
“as you wish.”
another buzz as he releases his technique, then he dips down and presses his lips to yours. they’re warm and soft and you practically melt into his touch, sliding your hands over his chest. he pulls you closer by the waist and you hum in satisfaction against his mouth.
when you pull away, you’re smiling at each other like two teenagers in love.
“see?” he raises his eyebrows. “that wasn’t so hard.”
“you’re insufferable.” you lightly slap his shoulder and he clutches it far too dramatically. the two of you laugh together before he presses a flurry of chaste kisses against your face—first your forehead, then your cheeks, then back to your lips.
“you love me.”
and you can’t deny it, really. you truly do.
okay, so maybe he does sometimes use his technique for non-jujutsu related tasks. and maybe it was more often than he’d like to admit to anyone else. but they didn't need to know the details. satoru was more than content to use his limitless for you whenever you needed it.
however many times the higher-ups scold him, he will gladly take the consequences if it means he can make you happy.
asking bf!megumi to swim with you but you end up making out and your mum, dad!naoya, godfathers toji and satoru catch a view.
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its a late afternoon, you just got back in the house for dinner after tanning by the pool for a few hours and getting a steam room session in. you sit on the counter waiting for your mum to finish making dinner when the doorbell rings, you open it, to no ones surprise its your bf!megumi.
“HII i didn’t know you were coming”
“you would’ve if you checked your phone”
“whoops sorry megs gotta get my tan in and i don’t want my phone overheating”
“can tell. you’re just as sweaty as me”
“how was the run?”
“nothing new it’s was fine”
your mum peeks from the stove
“megumi stay for dinner?”
“if that’s okay”
“of course it is come sit”
the dinner goes by slowly. satoru’s just talking about everything and nothing at the same time, toji’s listening, judging and makes snarky remarks when he gets the chance, your mum and dad,naoya are kind of in their own world but somehow involved in the conversation going on. your mum absolutely lovesss megumi in her own little way while your dad cares about him by interrogating him
“so you just finished a run megumi?”
“yeah”
“distance?”
“about 10k”
and your dad, naoya just nods slightly while gojo scoffs
“i could do that”
“yea but you wouldn’t”
“i.. wouldn’t”
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after dinner while your mum is loading the dishwasher you stand next to her looking out the window at the pool. the fluorescent blue being emitted from the pool while the moonlight reflects on the water
“why don’t you go out for a swim?”
while your dad is more disapproving thinking you should get some rest
“haven’t you had enough of that today?”
“nu uh daddy i was just tanning”
“that seems.. pointless”
you roll your eyes and glance at your mum giving her a look
“you just don’t get it dad”
you glance at megumi still sat on the dinner table just listening but not involved in toji and gojo’s conversation looking bored out of his mind but also kind of amused in his own way.
“gumiii, wanna swim?”
he looks at you for a second while you plead with your irresistible puppy dog eyes and beg
“..okay but stop doing that”
you don’t even think twice before rushing up and changing into the first bikini in your drawer.
“HURRYY MEGS!!”
your dad exhales quietly
“of course..”
you’re too excited and rush upstairs, change quickly. just as you finish getting changed megumi knocks on your closet door.
“come innn. i’m pretty there’s a pair of trunks you or yuji left from last time with nobara in the third drawer”
he slides down, back towards the wall while he takes a slow drag from his blueberry mint while you do your final prep on your hair putting some products in to reduce breakage before leaning down to him signaling you want a hit. he doesn’t hesitate and feeds it to your lips but after inhaling you tilt your head and chase his, bringing your lips together while you slowly exhale for him to take in.
“not bad megs. way better than that disgusting menthol you had a few weeks ago. hurry up n change i wanna swim soon”
“thought you’d like this one. okay get out now”
you look up at him playfully, and in a teasing tone -
“and if i don’t..?”
he rolls his eyes but doesn’t mean it
“no swimming”
“ughh fine”
you rush down the stairs and sit down by the edge of the pool just watching how the ripples of water carry the light. its quiet, your feet have been in to the point where the water’s just nice now. megumi comes down and sees you by the pool. you don’t see him, because he’s not walking out. he slips into the shadows, moves across and appears right behind you. before you can react.. he shoves you in.
“MEGUMI”
“we were going in anyway”
you splash the water at him immediately
“you’re so annoying”
“you’re smiling”
an hour goes by you don’t even notice you’re too busy trying to dunk him and try swim away while he just walks after you and you definitely cling onto him more than once so he cant move but he doesn’t mind even though he pretends to act annoyed. just.. messing around
your mums been outside most of the time sitting by the table just outside on her phone but also watching you and megumi before your dad comes out and joins her
“they’re loud”
“she is, but she’s having fun”
after a while megumi sits out on the chair you usually tan on and he sees on the table next to it a book and some sunnies you left from earlier. he wipes his hands dry on the towel and picks up your book, ‘the great gatsby’ and sunnies even though its dark because they look nice, course they do , you picked them out and they’re gentle monster. he tries to read, but his eyes keep drifting, to you. gojo’s sat down on the chair adjacent to his and notices it immediately
“you’re not reading are you megumi”
“i am”
“you’ve been on the same page for six minutes”
he tries to find an excuse but of course toji counters it
“i’m thinking”
“about the book?”
megumi pauses. gojo teases
“don’t think just because you’re wearing sunglasses i won’t know where you’re looking.. speaking from experience”
megumi just huffs. your mum sets some drinks down on the table next to him, glances at you, then at him and just smiles.
“she’s cute, isn’t she?”
“..mhm”
he’s quiet but honest about it. gojo immediately pushes
“OHH YOU’RE WHIPPED BUD”
“we’re dating”
“..mm you’re still done for”
megumi exhales slightly but doesn’t deny it because even he knows he’s done and dusted when it comes to you.
after a while its already midnight, the adults go in and its just you and megumi now. he doesn’t stay out long before he’s right there with you in the pool again. he’s standing by the side with his arms on the edge of the pool. you swim closer
“you’re still mean for that push”
“you laughed”
“still mean.”
he looks at you and you properly look at him now. his well built figure, lean arms, broad shoulders, and a set of abs you just wanna bite off like a chocolate bar. you start to get shy and look up when you realize you aren’t the best at hiding your gaze. he just flashes a small smile
“come here”
daniel caesar’s ‘disillusioned’ still playing softly somewhere in the background from your jbl speaker. he’s so tall he pulled you in so close to the point where you have to look up at him into his already half-lidded green eyes. he doesn’t stop there and neither do you he pulls and pulls while you etch closer until you’re skin to skin. he leaned down to find your lips while his hands found their way to the back of your knees lifting you up and into him so you wrap your legs around his trimmed torso and dangle your arms over his shoulders while your hands lightly rub his back with scars of reminders from mistakes not to make during a mission, all without breaking the kiss. he tilted his head, to get a better angle and deepening the kiss.
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inside, in the upstairs living room the adults are still awake. lights are on - just dimmed. toji’s spread on the sofa watching a race while gojo’s scooped up some (of your) ice cream he found at the back of the freezer while your mums doing her own thing as your dad walks out to get a drink. just as he heads to the liquor cabinet by the window he sees-
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
everyone looks back at him but only your mum breaks the silence
“naoya?”
satoru just silently heads over to him creeping up from behind
“HAHA NO WAY THEY’RE STILL IN THERE”
toji follows and when he sees it he just huffs before your mum finally catches a glimpse of the scene and lets out a small giggle
“they’re just kids nao”
“that doesn’t look like kid behavior to me”
“let them have a moment”
“he better not mess it up”
“he wont”
“i need a drink”
gojo chimes back in
“megumi’s neverrr beating the “gone soft” allegations”
its nearly 1 am when you and megumi decide to finally get out of the pool and go back up. you’re already super exhausted from the whole day so you quickly shower and head back out for some water. just as you bring the glass to your lips your mum steps out already smiling, not a loud one but knowing.
“good swim?”
“it was fun the water was great”
she hums
“‘great’ seems like the appropriate word to use”
you immediately look up at her, eyes wide confused about what she could possibly mean. she tilts her head slightly. still smiling you blink slowly
“what are you getting at..”
“..mm nothing”
“..mummy”
“we saw from the window”
she shifts her gaze to the large glass panel behind you. you cover your face instantly.
“..you’re kidding me”
“nope.”
“..oh my god”
you turn away now embarrassed beyond belief
“.. sure looked like you were having “fun””
you groan
“please stop talking”
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you grab your water and start heading back down the hallway to your room. you walk in, megumi’s already asleep on your bed, exhausted from the run and the extended swim. you try to slip into your bed carefully but just the mattress dipping is enough to wake him up. the second you settle he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in slightly. his voice low and sleepy
“where’d you go”
“just to turn the lights off and get some water.. and talked to my mum”
“about?”
you reach under your pillow for your kiwi passionfruit vape to brace yourself for the embarrassment of just thinking about it
“oh you know nothing, nothing much just the usual stuff she asked how the swim was then she said theyallsawusfromthewindow haha.”
he’s processing using everything he has while he’s already half asleep but for the love of god just can’t understand what you just mumbled so he sits up
“..what”
you freeze
“nothing..”
“no- what did you say”
“errrmm they all saw us”
silence. he reaches over you to get to your bedside table opening the drawer and grabbing his blueberry mint he left in there when he went to get changed earlier after dinner
“..ohh yeah”
“wait YOU KNEW?”
he shifts abit, still holding you
“yeah i thought you did too the windows right there”
“and you didn’t care??”
“i care”
a beat.
“just not enough to move”
“you’re actually insane”
his large, wrapped arms tighten around you bridging whatever gap was previously there before letting his head rest in the space between your neck and shoulders
“sleep. its late”
“we’re dealing with that in the morning bee tee dubs”
he lifts his head just for a second for one thing and one thing only. to press a kiss to your forehead before he drifts back off
“the morning can wait”
and the room goes quiet again.
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a/n: oh days i’ve missed this so much sorry for slumping guys i’ve been running out of ideas but take a look at the ideas list i posted yesterday on my page and help me out w how the story should go!! enjoy!!
decided to do this fic first from my list from @belchyra and megumi’s flavor is based off of @t0j11 ‘s suggestion n i think its fitting
bf!megumi taking care of you while you’re wasted..
“gummiii i wanna go home i need to pukee”
“we’re home baby hold on”
as he carries you in one hand and the other fishing for the keys to your house in his jeans. he tries to cover your mouth without offending you as he’s really trying to keep it quiet and not wake your house up. he opens the door as gently as he can but all his efforts are wasted as soon as you follow him and stumble to the front door table making what sounds like the loudest noise ever recorded.
“gumi i need to puke”
you say as you slur your words while you have your arm around his shoulders to carry yourself.
“i know babe just keep it down a little when we’re going up the stairs i don’t wanna wake your parents up.. your dad especially”
“my dads on a stiiupidd missionnn”
“well the rest of your parents then”
funny thing is megumi’s also still abit tipsy and with both of you in that state you definitely don’t realize that your godfathers, toji and satoru are right on the couch with your mum…
“megs i really need to-“
your cut off from slapping your own hand across your face to mask the sounds of your gags
“yeah i know. i have you”
he catches it immediately before carrying you with a hand under your head and one under the back of your knees. he quickly but steadily brings you into your room but in a way where he’s super gentle to not let the motion get to you.
he gets you to the bathroom just in time, one hand rubbing on your back and the other holding your hair up in a ponytail to ease you of any worries. his voice low and firm
“lean forward”
youre way past the “that’s disgusting, i can’t believe hes seeing me like this phase”, partly because he’s just so in love with you and half because you literally got closer because of a party. he doesn’t look away nor flinch, just stays making sure you’re okay. the sound of your gagging is enough to sober him a little. then more. by the time its over, he’s fully there again
“breathe”
when youre done he hooks his hands under your arms before gently placing you on the cold marble sink as he helps you brush your teeth, take all your makeup off then wiping you clean from the day, putting some light skin care on you and, helping you change
“my head hurts”
“youre okay”
you barely respond. just tired and heavy.
he helps you back up setting you up to stand but as soon as your feet hit the ground you damn near collapse back down. he instantly catches you and carries you to the bed.
you don’t really remember lying down, just that you suddenly were. megumi’s so in love with you to the point where he knows your nighty routine and makes one of his own for you. the actions he carries out are so natural its like he’s been doing this a million years, he just knows to adjust things automatically: he pulls the blanket over you, putting your favorite plushie into your arms, making sure you’re on your side and moving anything that might get in the way tomorrow before kissing you on the forehead and heading for the door
“goodnight baby, i put some painkillers and refilled your bottle for the morning. ill be back tomorrow okay”
you instinctively reach out for his sleeve
“stay”
he looks at your (mostly) sleeping figure
“..for abit”
he sits on the edge of the bed just until your grip loosens and your breathing evens out. he quietly stands being careful to not wake you up. he leaves a soft peck on your forehead. he takes one last look at you just to make sure before he turns and opens the door.
as he walks down the stairs he senses all of them. its silent, no one says anything at first. satoru’s the first to break it
“well, that was..subtle”
he says with a light chuckle, like the situation is mildly entertaining. megumi doesn’t react to the tone
“she’s fine”
your mum nods gently
“i know”
she faces him
“thank you for taking care of her megumi”
“..yeah”
toji’s only been observing the conversation before -
“didn’t think you had that in you”
that gets a slight reaction of megumi, a faint frown
“i did what i had to”
“okay boys, its getting late. ill check on her in abit, but she’s better off resting”
she walks towards him extending her arms to pull him in for a hug but he steps back because he reeks of alcohol and weed
“oh uh its okay i stink”
“mhmmm i wonder why”
“sorry, i should get home”
“megumi fushiguro. if you think im getting you get home all by yourself at this state youre carzy. wait here while i call the driver for you”
“thank you..”
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a/n: i’ve low keys been most locked in but also locked out person.. but hey study leave soon 🥳
its been about a week since that conversation, and every night megumi fushiguro sleeps a little later than usual thinking about you and what the fuck you meant by “we would be a big conversation”. but tonight its really on his mind.
back at the apartment after he just gets back from doing a light grocery shopping run for the meals he’s going to make for the week, he sees yuji sprawled out on the couch and yuji being yuji just has to poke the bear
“you look more tense than usual, fushiguro”
he’s so stuck up on it he can’t even handle yuji’s usual antics and just gets into it
“what does she even mean by that”
yuji’s still on the couch, remote in hand not even looking at megumi instead still focused on his game
“it means she likes you”
“that’s not what she said”
he’s still strained. he’s unloading his tote bag, the way he’s putting the vegetables into the fridge shows just really how bothered he is. yuji finally looks at him
“yeah because she’s waiting for you to say something dudes”
a pause
“if she wants something she should say it”
upon hearing that yuji’s so stunned he got caught off guard and gets shot from the back. a “placed #6 banner” glows across the screen. yuji puts his hands over his face and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.
“…for a guy who places top in all of his classes, you’re actually stupid”
he turns his head and peeks at megumi through his fingers
“she already did something, now its your move”
megumi doesnt answer. just walks towards his room. yuji’s screams becoming more faint
“YOURE ONLY QUIET BECAUSE YOU KNOW IM RIGHTTT”
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that night, its quiet. no noise. no distractions. its 2:53, he’s just staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. he sits up slightly against the headboard and thats when he realizes
“..fuck”
because now he knows.
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its already noon by the time you wake up, you realize you’ve been a lot moodier than usual the whole week maybe because you’ll be on your period soon but maybe its because of him. you turn to your side and pick up your phone from your bedside table and to your surprise you see a text from none other than megumi. well, well, well..
we shd go out today
u down?
mission successful. that confirms it. he’s definitely been lingering on the conversation both of you had the last time you saw each other. you look back at your phone
bet
you put your phone down and get out of bed. you were surely in a better mood when you were in the shower than you were the entire week. when you got out of the shower you were in the mood to actually look nice today. not just casual shirt and jeans but like a nice that suits megumi too. you put on a black acne studios tee with a chrome hearts zip thrown over it, with some simple navy blue japanese denim jeans and of course your new pair of glasses from gentle monster to top it off. while you’re doing your lashes even though you know it’ll never look as good as your soon to be boyfriend’s, you also decide to do your hair a little better than usual to give the “i tried but not too hard” kinda look.
when you walk down the stairs, megumi’s already there louging on the couch and well, he doesn’t look bad. he’s wearing a blue long sleeve bape tee with a beige carhartt zip over it and some black jeans with a light acid wash and a light grey arc’tryx beanie to seal the look. you go over to the kitchen to kiss your mum before going out.
“we wont be back too late mummy”
when you’re standing by the shoe cupboard to pick out which shoes you should wear, you take a quick glance at megumi’s and he’s wearing the silver and black onitsuka tigers both of you got when you went for a day trip to osaka and have your initials stitched into it. you give him a pleased smile
“good choice megs. ill wear mine too”
the outing was just your usual route: stop by the cafe for abit for a quick coffee, shopping while he carries all your bags without saying a word and dinner where he always pays even though he isn’t your boyfriend (yet), ughh.
around 7pm you finally reach home which was about time because your feet were begging for a break. you lead him up to your room because downstairs is empty and it just doesn’t feel the same without everyone there. he’s sitting on the small sofa you have in your room by the window while you’re in the closet getting changed before you prop yourself onto your bed. not much happens but its what usually happens here you talk for abit its gets quiet you talk again it gets silent and he goes home not long after. right now both of you were just laying on your bed next to each other on your phones before he looks at the time and slowly stands up
“i should get home soon”
you’re quick to get up and wrap your arms lifting slightly
“c’mere”
he doesn’t hesitate. its nothing unusual. you hug all the time. the feeling is familiar. but then he doesn’t let go and instead just lingers. his hand is placed carefully on your lower back right above your ass like he’s grounding himself. he pulls back abit. close enough that youre still in eachother’s space and he looks at you for a second, like he’s trying to decide something he already knows the answer to. then- he leans in slightly and presses a kiss to your cheek. its soft. brief. you blink, a little caught off guard but quickly, you reciprocate his act, almost instinctive, his cheek this time. its subtle. but that little act confirmed that now, its something. he huffs quietly like he that wasn’t what he expected. his hand comes up to the back of your head. ruffling the hair you took ages to get right this morning - messing it up on purpose. you jokingly frown a little
“hey-“
but before you can say anything he leans in again and presses another kiss, firm, this time to your forehead. this one lingers a second longer than the first. that’s when something in you shifts. fine. two can play that game, fushiguro. your arms lift again, resting over his shoulders. he doesn’t move away, doesn’t stop you. so you lean in and presses your lips just below his jaw. not rushed. just enough for him to feel it. he goes still. completely. almost like his brain just short circuits for a second. you don’t stop though. your second kiss lands a little closer to his neck. and that’s it. that’s where he breaks.
he planted his hands to the side of your face. his lips came crashing down on yours. his tongue found his way to yours. while you pulled on his t-shirt his hands moved to your lower back fighting the urge to cup the plush of your ass while keeping you locked in place before he leans down even further to grab the back of your thighs and lay you down on your bed. megumi was anything but gentle. after your very intense super hot makeout session with your super hot very soon to be boyfriend, youre sure of it now. he looks at you while he’s laying down beside you and presses a kiss to your nose because even though he’s super boyfriend material he just doesn’t know how to get there so he does what he knows best. leave..
“hey, today was fun. lets do this again soon”
he says lowly while he’s getting up and grabbing his things from your table. it lands wrong. you both hear it. he knows what that sounded like but he can’t fix it. he just doesn’t know how. you don’t respond right away, youre still on your bed because what are you even meant to say to that after this guy turns your first kiss into your first makeout?! you just stare at him already one foot out the door
“yeah i’ll see you around megs”
you hear the front door click shut and can’t help but to toss and turn on your bed until you finally stop and look at the ceiling. you fall asleep for an hour or two and wake up at 1:34 am and can’t help but feel just a little upset because hey, who’s to blame? you guys aren’t really dating. youre just a character waiting to see the end game. you pick up your phone about to text nobara about how you think the situation between you and megumi are done for but when your phone illuminates your room the first thing you see is a text from megumi 2 minutes ago
i meant it
about earlier
you stare at the message with a blank face then he starts typing again. then stops. then again
i want you.
and there it is. ladies and gentlemen, the art of winning. poor megumi having you stuck all in his head at this ungodly hour, one thing he should know is that you’ll always win. #getwrecked
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a/n: help idk how to write makeout scenes i was js so excited to get this idea out because this was on my mind all dayyy
after a hard study session at the itadori and fushiguro apartment you fell asleep on the counter finishing up your annotations on poems while megumi practices for his further maths exam (yes megumi is that kid who would do additional maths). he looks over at you, olivia deans “nice to each other” still playing somewhere in the background, head buried in your arms on your ipad. he takes his jacket off, covers you with it careful enough to make sure you don’t wake up but also so you don’t feel the freezing cold of his apartment. yuji’s sitting opposite both of you when he slams his macbook shut and quickly gets up while yawning
“alright guys i finally finished editing the videos for my pe practical. i’m out. night”
“night itadori”
“the missus staying for the night?“
“yeah no way she’s getting home this late”
“alright see you in the morning. don’t get to bed too late. actually you could- never mind i forgot you were fushiguro for a minute i was gonna tell you to just half ass it”
“mhm”
“night guys”
he quickly disappears into his room. megumi looks at his ipad.
“ill do one more topic then ill be in bed okay”
he whispers quietly to your sleeping figure. a few minutes later you shift lightly to adjust your position making yourself more comfortable. he decides to carry you to his bed so at least you can get an early start tomorrow. just when he places you down in the bed you regain consciousness but only in your hand refusing to let go of his arm. you say something in your sleep with a mumbled voice no one could understand. megumi kisses your forehead and you repeat it
“gumi, come to bed”
“i know baby ill be there in abit ill just do a few more questions”
“tomorrow”
“if i do them now i don’t have to do them tomorrow and i’m nearly halfway done”
you turn away from him as your protest against him staying up.
“won’t be 10 minutes before i’m right next to you”
you drift back to sleep. and not long after he joins you in bed. but due to giving up early you also wake up ahead of everyone before the crack of dawn. it’s around 3:49 am and you’re wide awake. you see megumi sleeping peacefully next to you with his hand loosely hung around your waist. you slip right under his hand to get up and get water but kiss him as you’re getting up. you get a glass of ice cold water because you’re severely dehydrated from all the energy drinks you consumed yesterday under the influence of yuji and his gigantic section of the fridge filled with every flavor of monster available. you reach into your bag on the couch to get your pouch with your blue raspberry vape and take your water outside to the balcony to just have a moment to yourself about your life. you know you’re just a teen but you’re not mentally in the best place so how are you going to cope with stresses way worse than just exams. not long after the glass door slides open behind you and a large, lean pair of arms are quick to wrap around your waist before the weight of your own boyfriend, megumi presses against your back while his head settles in the curve of your neck and shoulder while leaving you small pecks.
“why are you up”
“can’t sleep. you?”
“can’t sleep without you”
that makes you giggle as your boyfriend isn’t soft, at least not like this, very often.
“do you ever think about life”
“i think about you and my life with you”
you take a slow and deep hit not having any urgency or rush to exhale as you really want the smoke to bring your worries away along with it.
“mkay you little flirt. but like about your future”
“i don’t really have much to worry about honestly other than i just might die of hatred of my future job being the head of the zenin clan after your dad but i’m pretty much set for life.”
a pause while he lifts his head just abit but enough for you to take the hint that he wants a hit, bringing it to his lips. after he inhales he doesn’t immediately exhale. instead he places a finger on your jaw to angle you towards him while he takes your lips onto his. then he finally breathes out.
“you’ve also not got much to worry about y’know”
“i wanna get a stable job maybe as a diplomat if i’m lucky”
“mhm i know but even if you’re not, your dad can and probably will easily set you up to co-manage the clan which isn’t going to be a problem at all for him when he becomes the head”
“i don’t want want that”
“mhm i know, but if worse comes to worse, your situation is going to be miles better than the average persons life. hell, you might even make more as a zenin secretary in a few years than your whole life as a diplomat. but whatever you end up doing, i’ll be right there with you.”
he takes an arm off you bringing it to his back pocket and taking out a kiwi mango vape you thought you lost about a week ago and brings it to your lips.
“you left this one here the other day. i’m keeping it”
“you little shit, that’s where it went. didn’t take you for a fruity guy”
“i’m not. i’m keeping this because its yours”
you take your arms off the railing and turn around to face him while putting a hand on his cheek, letting him lean into you absolutely giving you no space to escape like how you did from his grip just a mere 30 minutes ago. he leans in. the kiss is anything but gentle. he’s taking his frustration of thinking you left him out on you.
you both slide down the glass under the railing. just pure silence but your company speaks louder than any words, groans or sounds both of you could’ve made.
“everything’s gonna work out fine, don’t you worry”
“thanks gumi i love you”
“love you too”
both of you turn around to watch the sunrise from the insane view from the apartment. you see everything in all its beauty. clouds shifting, sun coming up from beneath the ocean and rising above tokyo’s skyline.
when its time for breakfast you get up but can barely stand from how buzzed you are. megumi sees that almost instantly and catches you when your feet stumble and instinctively carries you to the kitchen. while he’s making breakfast.
“exams, especially these ones are barely anything. you really don’t have to worry”
behind you yuji’s door clicks open
“morning guys. breakfast?”
“hi yuji gumi’s making pancakes”
yuji stretches and lets out a big yawn
“you know if anyone else called him that he’s give them a clean jab to the face and instantly knock them out”
you wrap your arms around megumi from behind disrupting his flow in the kitchen but he doesn’t say anything. just adjusts to you.
“mhmm”
“sleep well last night yuji? you know he finally finished his coursework. probably why he’s up so early on a saturday morning”
“i did sleep well actually, though i did wake up for abit last night and caught quite a view from my window..”
he stops sipping his tea and puts his “#1 little bro” mug from choso down and shoots a look at you and megumi then winks. he smirks
“the city sure is pretty, isn’t it..”
oops..
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a/n: holy why am i so locked out for exams but so stressed. i’m still suffering from mocks burnout and history’s one of my first exams #juststabmelikekingduncan
hey it’s also my one week of writing today 🥳🥳
also megumi’s go to flavor would def be something minty or a blue razz kinda thing. thoughts?
your boyfriend megumi left for a mission nearly a day ago. that’s not too bad it this is only a grade one curse which he’s more than capable of cleaning up in less than half a day. you’re worried sick and haven’t stopped texting him at all. he better be dead or there’s not going to be a valid enough excuse as to why he hasn’t replied to you. just when you’re on the verge of going out yourself your phone buzzes.
hey baby i just finished my mission i’m in the car back to tokyo now
can i come by?
can i please get some help from your mum
MEGUMI FUCKING FUSHIGURO.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD??
WHAT HAPPENED
hey show me some love here i’m fine though i was just ambushed by a special grade
…..
“just”????
i swear i’m gna kill u myself
are u badly injured?
i’m still alive so i’m okay i just need your mum to take a quick look
okay if u say so..
don’t die in the car
its too much paperwork for ijichi and ill feel bad for him
mhm ill do my best to not burden him any further
love you ill see you in abit
love you too megs
after what feels like a million hours waiting on his arrival at 11:09pm you finally get a knock on your door though you’re unsure if its him because you can’t sense any cursed energy at all. too anticipated you open the door anyways.
“MEGUMIII”
before he could even get a good look at you he literally passes out and falls into you.
“OH MY GOD??”
you have to drag him to the couch because he’s knocked out cold. your mum takes a good look at him and heals anything she can find on him
“you should take him to rest. i don’t think he’ll be awake for another day maybe two”
“two??!?”
“and you better let him rest. he’s tired. pity him”
“fineeee”
you get your godfather toji’s help carrying him up to your room onto your bed because megumi’s been bulking and it’ll take you at least a year to get him to the first step. you drape the covers over him and sit next to him brushing his hair away from his face and looking at his scars wondering what the fuck even happened.
when you’re getting up to get ready for bed the weight of the bed shifts and that’s enough to snap his consciousness back into him. before you can even get a foot on the ground he grabs your wrist. not rough, just enough to get you to know he wants you there.
“i know megs i’m just going to the toilet. ill be right back”
“no”
he’s still half asleep but conscious enough to know what he wants. you.
“no?”
“stay here”
before you can even comprehend it he pulls your wrist so your body weight shifts and he gets a grip around your waist pulling you closer to him. he’s already wrapped himself around you
“don’t go”
“i know i just wanna do my skincare and get ready for bed i wont be gone 10 minutes”
“do that tomorrow”
“megumi-“
“please”
he just knowsss what he’s doing to you and the chokehold he has you in. how could you ever say no to that?
“i’ll stay for a bit then ill go brush my teeth okay?”
“mhmmhm”
his voice is still deep and groggy ughhh he could tell you to to do anything and you’d do it in a heartbeat. you’re so down bad for every aspect of him. his voice especially. you actually end up staying for around 3 hours because he’s got half his body weight on you and to top it off he’s holding you tight by an arm behind your head with a bicep keeping you in place to his chest and his free hand on your waist for extra measures. its around 2:50 in the morning now
“gumi? i’m going to get up for abit and you need to change and if you’re up for it a shower but i wont rush you”
“please… help me”
UGHH MEGUMI FUSHIGURO THE MAN YOU ARE
you help him up with his arm sling over your shoulders for support. you bring him to your bathroom and prop him up on the sink. you wipe him with a warm wet cloth so he can feel clean and get a good rest. hes barely conscious partly because he’s still half asleep and partly because he’s so weak. you can’t help but pepper him with kisses everywhere you wipe. you get him changed into a t-shirt you stole from him and some shorts. he wakes up when he hears the sink running because you’re brushing your teeth. he gets up and does the same. when you start washing your face and doing skincare he bear hugs you from behind and you can tell he’s about to doze off with his head buried in the crook of your neck with his hands around your waist. he lightly mumbles something in your ear while leaving you slow open mouthed kisses
“thanks for taking care of me i love you”
“of course gumi”
when you’re done you turn around and give him the warmed hug
“i was worried i missed you gumi”
“mhm i know i’m sorry i didn’t update you ill do better next time”
he sweeps you off your feet and carries you carefully with an arm supporting your back and another under your legs while you wrap your arms around his neck while he carries you to the bed. he sets you down gently before crashing down again. once again you tuck him in under your covers and he instinctively runs a hand under your waist pulling you closer to him basically using you as a body pillow and falling asleep slowly.
“talk to me i missed you.”
“okay well what do you wanna talk about?”
“anything. i wanna hear your voice”
you start talking about your day at the book store and what you did while he was away and you can slowly feel him getting less tense with every word that leaves your lips. your voice is soft and controlled. you’re voice is his personal lullaby. he usually doesn’t get much sleep anyways because he’s an insomniac but on the nights you’re on call or even better when you’re there next to him he instantly dozes off.
around an hour later you hear the front door downstairs click shut. must be gojo. that’s confirmed when he walks to your door and stops
“hey kiddo i just got back from korea and i brought you the gummies you li- ohh..”
he pauses when he sees you sleeping in megumi’s arms but what stuns him is seeing megumi wrapped around you so calmly. he snaps a quick photo of the scene which he’ll definitely bring up during breakfast later. real mature satoru..
before you know it that annoying voice pokes back into the quiet of your room
“hey guys wakey wakey its time for breakfast”
“5 more minutes satoru”
“id usually let that slide but its abit late for another 5 minutes”
you look at your phone. its nearly 11 you basically slept half the day away. you blink the sleep away from your eyes to see megumi still peacefully asleep. you think you can successfully escape from his grip since he didn’t wake up from the sound of gojo’s voice or earlier in the middle of the night when gojo came in. surprisingly megumi didnt sense the insane amount of cursed energy flowing out of him. you did but weren’t bothered enough to wake up. but just as the bed shifts lightly again megumi’s grip on you instantly tightens.
“why are you getting up”
“gumi i have to get up for breakfast”
“go later”
“there wont be any food left later because the three biggies are going to consume it before i even get down, i’m not even sure if there’s any food left by now its nearly noon”
he reaches arm over you to get his phone on the bedside
“holy shit its nearly 11”
“you don’t have to get up. my mum said you needed the rest”
“ill come down”
“you sure? ill wait”
“you go ahead first ill see you downstairs i’m gonna check on my wounds”
“i can help”
“don’t worry about me ill be fine”
“okay gumi”
before you head out he grabs your wrist and spins you closer to him. he places his large palm on your jaw tilting your head so his lips can perfectly slot in
“thanks for staying”
“always gumi”
he goes in the toilet to mentally prepare for a breakfast where he can already hear gojo and toji teaming up against you to tease about last night. all he thinks about is how lucky he’s gotten with you and your family which is the closest thing he’s got to one.
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a/n: random idea that i got lol. i might be more inactive as my exams get closer but ill def try to update weekly because my timetable isn’t too bad.
~ megumi starts being nicer than usual to you at school.
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exams are so soon. you’re one of the smartest people in every single one of your classes, second to megumi. smartest guy in every room, second to none. both of you are friends, of course, you are both of your best friends yuji and nobara are dating, and the both of you are the cupids to thank for that. but even if they weren’t, the two of you were still somewhat close. something about him actually everything about him makes your knees week. he’s so handsome, smart, fit, and respectful?? what else could you possibly need in a guy, megumi’s husband material. luckily for you, he feels the same, only you didn’t know at least till now.
in biology, the two of you are sat across from each other. he sees you struggling on a question. you don’t know it, but he’s been observing your every move for a while, long enough to learn your body language and telltale signs. you slouch to get a better look at the question when you’re frustrated or clueless, then when you figure it out, your posture straightens again. but now you’re hard stuck on this question, you usually don’t ask anyone for help and try to figure it out on your own because that’s basically a public humiliation ritual in your class full of wannabe einstiens. you read the question over and over, hoping to find clues in it. you knew you should’ve gone to class instead of skipping that day. you knew it was going to be heavy content. you’re doomed.
“the ciliary muscles in the eye relax, enabling the suspensory ligaments to pull the lens into a thinner shape which reduces the refractive power allowing light rays from distant objects to focus on the retina”
you look up. megumi already staring down at your paper. he points to the diagram and starts listing the parts at a pace you can easily follow so you don’t get overwhelmed. being honest you were already dreadful the moment you stepped into the gate this morning. you’d skipped nearly a week of school because you had to go on a mission with your godfather, toji which was only meant to be a day, a day and a half at most. you weren’t feeling too well when you got back so you took another two days off. you’ve been stressed the whole morning. exams are in less than a month and you still have some minor gaps in your knowledge which shouldn’t be a problem to you but this is just not your week. you’ve been so emotional for no reason having to hold back tears at every minor inconvenience. megumi could tell you were stressed and decided to help you out. yeah its nice but you’ve seen megumi walk pass people sobbing completely unshaded. sure you guys are close but he’s still megumi. something’s off.
“that’s the cornea. it refracts light into the eye”
“megumi fushiguro. are you helping me? what happened to securing the best grade in the class”
“fine, guess you don’t need help then”
“nonono i’m sorry i don’t understand any of this please spare me i feel so stupid”
he thoroughly explains the whole topic purely from memory not even taking a glance at his screen. no idea why but its got you absolutely weak. god you’re so easy. he patiently explains something twice, thrice as many times as you need. the class ends and you both make your way to your different classes.
“thanks megumi, couldn’t have done today’s work without you. you’re a lifesaver”
“don’t worry about it.”
he quickly turns around and walks the other direction. the whole lesson you couldn’t focus at all. you kept thinking about how nice he was to you today ugghhh you’re so fucked. you’re brought back by your teacher asking you to explain the factors of production because he just knew you weren’t paying attention by the dazed look in your eyes. at the end of the class he announces he’s set you all an essay on the topic you’ve missed and it’ll be due in two days. two fucking days. it’ll take you at least three days to catch up on the lectures you missed and him being the cruelest teacher in the world who might just thrive on seeing his students suffer. you’re so overwhelmed. you run right out of class heading straight for the toilet to calm yourself down with your strawberry vape and maybe cry a little but you bump right into megumi. he’s immediately the first one to apologize. didn’t even have to think twice about it. that’s just megumi. you apologize then disappear right into one of the stalls. you try your best sniffing your tears back in and take long, needed hits of your vape to numb the feeling. shit, you’ve completely forgotten you’re meant to be doing your art development work now. you then shove it back into your pocket after taking a fat hit and blink your tears away then rush out the toilet. to your surprise on the bench right outside the toilet is megumi. he stands up when he sees you to meet your gaze.
“are you okay. you look abit… tense”
“thanks megumi im fine i’m just so behind”
“i can help”
you pause. is this real or did you get so buzzed you passsed out and started dreaming. megumi’s usually quiet yeah but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a nice guy. he is, but usually not this nice.
“i’ve got time to talk right now or do you have a class to be in”
“not really but i’m gonna work on my art because my courseworks due in a few days”
“sure let’s go”
did the guy you’ve been obsessing over for so long just offer to walk you to class? yeah this is definitely a dream.
“don’t you have a class megs?”
“i’ve got a free period”
the walk there was calm. for a minute you forgot you were even sad. you reach the classroom and walk in, megumi still following you. lord please let his be real. he’s following you. and accompanying you in the dark empty classroom because most of your classmates have already submitted their coursework or are developing ideas for their final project. the walk there was really calming. he was checking up on you asking if you were okay the whole time. while you dig through piles of work trying to find your sketchbook you just can’t find it. thoughts immediately rush to your head. oh fuck, you’re screwed. please don’t tell me your teachers already taken the books in to be assessed. you struggle to hold back tears. megumi gets up from his seat and walks over to you. seeing you like this makes his stomach twist and turn. this feeling’s unfamiliar to him.
“hey hey what’s wrong?”
he looks down at you placing a finger on your cheek to wipe a tear. he’d get you whatever you needed. you choke on your words, struggling to breathe. he puts a hand behind your head pulling you closer and in for a hug so you could let everything out on his shoulder
“okay okay take a moment don’t rush. let it out. talk to me”
“i can’t find my sketchbook i think i’ve missed the deadline and my book’s a mess. i’m going to fail fucking art?!”
he tilts his head looking onto the pile of work behind you then sports a portfolio filled with samples which he’d recognize because you’re always carrying it around. it looks more stuffed than usual. he stands up and reorganizes the pile. guess what he’s found. your sketchbook. you squeal up in joy and immediately hug him
“megumi fushiguro you’re a lifesaver”
“mhm..don’t worry about it”
as you’re adding final touches to your work you show him the things you’ve been working on for the past year and explain the different colors and meanings. being honest he’s abit distracted though, he can’t stop staring at you. you’re so pretty. your eyes still glossy from the few tears you’ve shed, nose stilll abit red but somehow only makes you look even better. his train of thought is disputed as you ask him
“what do you think i should do with this one megs?”
“yeah”
“sorry?”
he stumbles over his words out of embarrassment for being so obvious about looking at you. god fushiguro you couldn’t have been a bit more slick. you look at him struggling to form a sentence, god he’s so cute. you tilt your head then put a hand on his forearm which immediately shuts him up.
“ i think i should stitch over it with thread to add dimension to my work, do you think that would work?”
afraid to say anything he just nods. he doesn’t go anywhere while you get on with your work. he stays put. he doesn’t say much but his presence alone speaks more than he ever would. occasionally he would look away from this book for a minute or two then slide his chair a little closer to yours to get a better look of what you were doing. halfway through your work your airpods die. you groan then immediately look at megumi.
“no”
“pleasepleaseplease i’ll listen to whatever you want i just can’t work without music”
you squish your palms together as you beg. how could he say no to you. he took an airpod out of his ear and passsed it to you. holy shit it actually worked? right off the bat, keshi starts playing. you love keshi. ugghhh make a playlist with me megumi.
“didn’t take you for a keshi kinda guy”
“yeah yuji thinks so too”
the conversation stops at that but that’s okay with you because you enjoy each others company and don’t mind the quiet. soon after the bell rings he helps you clear up
“you got another class now?”
“ughhh yeah i’ve got maths”
“ill walk you there”
you’re stunned. hello? what happened to megumi ‘fuck you’ fushiguro? where’s the megumi ‘ what do you want now’ fushiguro?? still you take him up on the offer because this is probably the last nice thing you’ll get this week because just being in school is a hell of your own with teachers breathing down your neck about how many seconds you’ve got left before the exam.
of course you don’t get to catch a break and you’ve been cursed with another horrendous lesson where you’re behind and can’t catch up. thank god its lunch #ihatemyfuckingchinguslife and thank god you’ve got a free period after this too
you basically spent the whole of lunch locking in because you’re so worried. being honest your parents don’t care that much about your grades so its really just for you. yeah they won’t be jumping up in joy if you get a C but they probably wont even care that much. your dad, naoya wants you to manage the clan which would be no problem at all since he is set to be the next in line after his father he’ll set you up perfectly and your mum would be happy as long as you turn out right. but really you just want options and now you’ve got a new source of motivation. the super hot super smart megumi fushiguro who luckily for you is in most of your classes. in the last 10 minutes of lunch you physically can’t study anymore you’re about to fall asleep from exhaustion and die of stress, your cortisol levels are literally spiking right now. just as you glance out the window of the study centre you see a few of your friends heading into the toilet you quickly shut your laptop and run straight to them as you’re desperately in need of a vape break. you all cram yourselves into one stall and pollute it with smoke. you love taking the fruit flavored smoke into your lungs and let it take all the stress with you as you exhale. soon after the girls in your stall and your best friend nobara leave to get to class you take that as your queue to get out too but you decide to stay a little longer. you’ve decided that you deserve it after the hell of a first day back you’ve had.
when you finally get out you see megumi still on the same table he was sitting at with yuji throughout the whole of lunch. you decide to test your luck and go up to him
“hey megumi, not studying?”
“ill go up in abit i just got out of the stalls too”
“‘too’? you watching me now megs?”
“someone has to. why aren’t you studying didn’t you just say you had a lot to catch up on”
“i’m giving myself a well needed break and i’m exhausted”
“you look like it no offense”
“thanks that’s just exactly what i needed to hear”
“let me buy you a coffee”
someone pinch me. this has to be a dream. not only did megumi ‘go away’ fushiguro follow you the whole day like a lost puppy but he’s offering to get you a little pick me up too? is this ai?
the two of you walk down to the cafe right by the gate where he gets you your sweet spanish latte and an americano for himself then he just casually asks where you’re studying and tells you he’ll get his bag. if i didn’t know any better id say megumi’s got a little crush on you.
he quickly comes back to your table with all his things and sits down
“what are you working on?”
“i’m catching up on chem. you?”
“i can help”
“you? want to help? me?”
“fine never mind then”
“no i mean i’m sorry id love help i’m so behind and this topic is huge i can’t do it myself please spare me”
“that’s what i thought. lets start at alkanes and alkenes once you get that its really not that hard”
the whole time he’s explaining you’re barely focused. his arms look so freaking huge and the veins look like they’re about to pop out of his arm. he takes a break when he sees how frustrated you look
“we should take a break. go out and take a breather or a hit or whatever”
“i would but mine died just now”
he slides a pouch into your hand under the table. as you take it into your hands you get a better feel. megumi is the ultimate lifesaver first he helps you with your work, comforts you, gets you a nice treat to get you through the rest of your day now he’s letting you relieve your stress. you immediately jump up and head for the stall. the first hit was absolutely disgusting. menthol. very megumi. hey but at least its megumi’s so technically you guys have had an indirect kiss another win for you. little did you know he gave it to you precisely for that reason though he’d never admit it. after your short break you walk back to the table. when you sit down he’s already looking at you
“that’s absolutely disgusting”
“you still took it”
“desperate times desperate measures”
he scoffs.
“addict”
he quickly and thoroughly helps you get up to speed and to get his satisfaction of being a good tutor he quizzes you before your next period starts.
“and why does diamond have a higher melting point than graphite?”
“because the stick up ms.mei’s ass said so”
“focus”
“sigh because diamonds made up of many strong covalent bonds which requires more energy to break”
“you pick up fast”
“i mean i’m not exactly ‘yuji’ dumb megumi, im only second in class to you”
“didn’t say you were. i’m just saying you’re quick”
“are you being sweet right now. awwhh megumi!!”
you tease so hard he reconsiders the whole day and contemplating whether he should turn right and endure another class with you or left and jump off the balcony.
“sit with me megumi?”
“was planning on it.”
he helps you catch up from the last few lessons. luckily its just english and that’s your strong suit so you don’t need much help. also unluckily you don’t need much help so megumi’s more focused on the lesson than on helping you. finally the bell goes and you get to go home to slump and cry about school. unless,
“you busy right now?”
“i’ve got time”
“do you wanna come to my place and help me catch up on bio?”
“i could”
“YAYY”
“but we’re gonna study the whole time right. you’re not convincing me to watch that series you’ve been on about for a while and ill make sure of it.”
you let out a dramatic gasp
“me? i would never!”
“sure like that isn’t what happened last time with yuji”
“boo fine we’ll study”
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both of you get to your house but not after what feels like infinite side quests. you’ve dragged him to a cafe you like and a bit of retail therapy. you did deserve a new top after all your inconveniences today. he didn’t look too upset about it though, almost like he didn’t mind it.
“mummy daddy i’m home also megumi’s here”
“megumi! its good to see you again. no yuji and nobara today?
“nope. i’m behind on most of my work so megumi’s helping me catch up”
“ahh i see. make yourself comfortable if you need anything let me know”
“thank you”
“not too comfortable. door stays 3 inches open kid”
“ill make sure it does”
you and megumi head up to the study. its nothing he’s not used to. he’s been to your house before but only when nobara and yuji were there he can’t help but get a little flustered every time you’re nice and to him. he tries telling himself its fine and you’re nice to everyone but he can’t go on. he struggles as he tries to push everything aside and focus on your work and helping you.
“if you can name the 5 key hormones i’ll consider ending the session”
“megumi we talked about that once ages agooo”
“get on with it”
“adrenaline, insulin, testosterone, oestrogen and uhh progesterone”
“you’re not bad”
“yay my suffering is over”
“not for another few months”
you frown
“don’t even.”
from downstairs your mum calls you
“megumi are you staying for dinner?”
“ooo you should stay”
“someone’s eager. desperate isn’t a good look on you”
you scoff at your blue eyed blindfold wearing godfather.
“as if.”
“if that’s okay…”
“YAY you should come up to my room i saw you reading kafka i have a few recs for your next read”
“absolutely not”
“ughh daddd”
“honey there’s no harm in books. you can go up baby”
“i don’t have to go, i don’t want to be any trouble”
“you’re not megumi, don’t mind him he’s paranoid”
“better not be any trouble.”
you take him by the hand up the stairs into your room but as you shut the door you immediately hear the agitating graveling voice screaming at the two of you “DOOR” then leave it open just by a few inches. your room is messy but unique in your own way. books everywhere: shelf, table, bed, toilet. it’s the complete opposite of megumi’s he sits by your setup while you’re searching through your huge pile of books on your shelf
“i didn’t know you played”
“i dooo oh yeah you do too i saw your setup when me and nobara went over to you and yuji’s apartment. you should get on with me sometime”
you keep looking through your shelf to find the book you think would suit him best and hope he doesn’t notice your pace has changed because you lowkey just shot your shot at him and about to die of embarrassment
“..i should”
“shart i think its in the library outside the study we can get it on the way down but in the meantime..”
he gives you a suspicious look from your sudden shift in your tone. you reach for the drawer in your study table. low and behold the drawer of a true addict. a drawer full of vapes which all have a 50/50 chance of being either severely burnt or fresh out the box.
“you’re a true addict aren’t you”
you shrug it off
“i get so stressed at times an it helps”
both you and him rummage through the stash to find a flavor that suits your current mood. you pickup a miami mint and hold it up to him
“you should have this one. it kinda suits you”
“..miami.. mint.”
“try it its nice”
he takes a slow and deep inhale. you look at the way his chest rises and falls as the smoke leaves his lips
“not bad”
“keep it but do me a favor”
“hm?”
“throw out that disgusting menthol”
“ill think about it, thanks”
he picks out one for you. pink sprite. fitting. just as the two of you relax in your room a figure taking up more than half your doorframe appears.
“your mum says dinners ready. both of you come down”
“be right there thanks toji”
“why does everything smell sweet. oh shit can i have a hit”
“ughhh one hit toji.”
“thanks kid.”
he claims his prize then walks back down.
“your parents know?”
“he’s just my other godfather. naoya zenin’s my dad. and no they don’t know, toji only knows because he caught me once and said he wouldn’t snitch on the condition i give him my burnt ones”
“not a bad trade. we should go down now before your parents get suspicious”
you go down through the library where you grab him “the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde”
“its a great book. my personal favorite”
“thanks ill give it back when i get to it”
“don’t worry about it take your time”
at dinner he practically gets interrogated by your three dads while your mum just makes nice conversation but he remains calm and versatile. satoru starts off the conversation. leaning back with his cocky smirk. typical
“sooo, megumi youve been spending some time with her?”
“some”
“that’s it? no awkward introduction? no nervous speech?”
your mum kicks his foot under the table.
“forgive him megumi. he’s.. one of a kind”
megumi looks up to meet his gaze.
“i didn’t think you needed one”
that actually amuses satoru more than anything. you can tell he’s sort of impressed. great timing for toji to take over. he’s quick. doesn’t waste time and gets straight into it.
“so you’re her…”
“we’re friends”
suddenly your dad jumps in. perfect.. your first time bringing a guy home and he’s already getting two timed
“is it going to stay that way”
“i value her companionship and the bond we’ve made so i’d hope so”
your mum shoots them both a look and that’s their very loud hint to shut up
“boys eat first. you can question him later. megumi you don’t have to answer all at once”
“okay”
for a moment he actually relaxes. not fully but just enough. things seem to be going well. the only problem is your dad hasn’t said much..yet
“so megumi, you’ve been here quite a while”
“only when it makes sense.”
your dads been quietly observing megumi. how he sits, how he responds, the way he looks at you when you talk. megumi knows. he’s not overdoing anything. doesn’t make snarky remarks to get your dad attention not trying to win him over. just consistent
“you don’t seem like the reckless type”
“i’m not”
that’s it. that’s acknowledgement from your dad you’ll rarely ever see and megumi responded in the way he wanted. simple. no ego. no flashy response. no overdoing it.
after dinner you both sit on the couch for a while a he gets through the first few chapters of the book and you’re studying. he’s there when you need him. you’re sitting very close to each other, you’re balled up and leaning into him because its “cold”. your very exhausting day filled with lots of notes and tears led to you dozing off on his shoulder. he notices than doesn’t move but slowly adjusts to make you more comfortable. he notices its getting abit late and you’ve still got school tomorrow. he looks at your mum on the couch opposite him
“is it okay if i take her up? ill rush back down wont be more than a minute”
“she’s abit overworked today. that would be great, thank you megumi”
just as he puts you down on your bed you wake up from the sudden shift. you aren’t fully awake and hold onto his arm.
“stay a minute”
you stay in a groggily voice still half asleep
“a minute’s what i promised your mum”
“mmm she wont mind she seems to like you”
he sits on the edge of your bed and brushes your hair away from your face.
“it’s getting late. i should get home i don’t want to overstay”
you rub the sleep away from your eyes and get up to send him off. he thanks your mum and gives everyone else a polite nod. at the door you give him a n unexpected hug
“thanks megumi. i really needed the help”
“anytime”
as he lets you go hands slide from your back down to your hands not letting go. you follow you instinct and grab his palm to give it a light peck. he’s at a loss for words and immediately shys away flustered but you can see the pink creeping up to his ears.
“ill see you tomorrow?”
“goodnight megumi”
thoughts race through your head. did you absolutely just fuckup everything you’ve built today? you shouldn’t have done that.. just when you’re least expecting he leans down and presses a soft peck on your forehead and musses up your hair abit.
“sleep well”
oh my god.
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a/n: arghhh does this count as revision. no joke i was meant to study but on instinct i switched my ipad on and it started playing megumi edits. yooo who did thatttt. not my best work but i hope its not too baddddd
taking care of sick bf!megumi and parents get the wrong idea..
your boyfriend megumi recently just got back from a hard mission the zenin clan sent him on where he had to exorcise a grade 1. unfortunately he got back to tokyo more tired than he usually is and got sick later that night because that mission took place in a slump which might as well be a sewer, you could’ve sworn the clans elders did that on purpose in spite of your relationship. as the great, caring, and sweet amazing girlfriend you are, you decided texted to check up on him definitely not because you missed him and wanted an excuse to come over, yeah right.
megs how’d the mission go?
are you recovering well?
goodmorning baby
im safe just abit sick
sureee “abit”
come over
please
OMW!!
i love you
hagshadhgdgehagh
later that afternoon you made his way to his apartment with a little care package with some pain relief and some pills for the flu because fighting in that dump would affect anyone.
“megumi im heree i brought you some things i picked up from home”
unusual. you’d usually get a reply whenever you arrive so you make your way to his room only to find your boyfriend completely knocked out and asleep possibly since he stopped replying this morning. you crawl into his bed and lay down next to him. the sudden dip on the other end of the bed wakes him up.
“hey sorry i would’ve gotten the door for you”
as he sits up to see you eye to eye. at the sight of him shirtless and only wearing shorts makes your heart race. as he got up to meet you eye to eye the spot he was laying on was absolutely drenched in his sweat from his intense fever. the front strands of his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes, half lidded and heavy. the sight of him like this had you all sympathetic of course, your boyfriend was very sick but also how does he look so hot dying?
“gumi you don’t need to do that. you’re sick get some rest while i make you some late lunch”.
“you’re the best”
“i know”
you teasingly say rolling your eyes as you walk out the room and into the kitchen. you decided to make him something simple since he hasn’t got the appetite for something nice. the ultimate sick food, chicken noodle soup! you go into the room after you’ve made him his simple meal to wake him up but low and behold you walk in, megumi is sat on his bed on his phone and hitting his miami mint...
“you seriously need to get off that right now”
“you use one more than i do?”
“not when i’m SICK megs”
“yeah yeah you want a hit or not”
you place yourself on top of him, hugging him while he feeds you a nicotine filled treat. you usually hate his ones because his flavours are usually just disgusting menthols but you got him to change things up abit. he ended up caving in because he knew you were the sweet and fruity kinda person.
“cmon i made you food”
“i feel so weak”
“get up lazy bum”
he groans as he uses all his energy to get off the bed before you walk over to him to help him up and you both walk to the kitchen with his arm around you as he needs the support.
“how are you getting home later?”
“oh shoot i completely forgot”
“i can drive you home, its nearly 7. you’re not walking home alone this late”
“megumi fushiguro you sit back down right now and finish your soup before i dive out that window”
“i really don’t mind”
“you’re sick and i’m pretty sure my parents are out now so i’ll just get them to pick me up on their way home”
you make a quick call to your mum.
“mummy can you pick me up from gumi’s apartment?”
“okay honey i’ll pick you up in abit”
‘in a bit’…soon it was 11pm you and megumi are on his bed again. megumi’s asleep, faced down with his arm around your waist gripping it tightly even though he’s not even conscious. not long after he woke up again, thirsty.
“i’m gonna go get some water its so hot in here”
“you have to sweat that fever out megs”
as he gets up the neon glow of the city below shines perfectly on his bare body hitting every muscle perfectly. his abssss. his armsss. oh my god you’re just the luckiest girl ever aren’t you. he walks out to the kitchen but just as he reaches over for a glass, your arms wrap around his toned abdomen and start leaving short pecks on his very sculpted back. my god, this guy’s built like a greek god. he was in nothing but a pair of shorts while you were in a tank and some pretty short shorts. of course this image may look very intimate in another’s perspective. which is unlucky because that’s the exact moment your parents decided to pick you up.
“hellooo, megumi i hope you’re not doing too bad and i brought some miso so-.. oh”
you both freeze dead in your tracks. you loosen your hold on him while he tries to avoid the awkwardness by greeting your parents then quickly rushes back into his room to put a shirt on. you and your mum go back to check on megumi. you’re mums a great healer because she’s specialized in reversed cursed technique. she absolutely adores megumi and treats him like one of her own. she makes sure he ate, had his medicine and kindly put a wet cloth on his forehead before he dozed off again to cool him a little before you left. you kissed goodnight and reassured him that you’d be back tomorrow.
-
just as you reach home and disappear into your room your mum lets herself in.
“you care a lot about him don’t you”
“..yeah”
“he’s really changed hasn’t he? from when the both of you were still just friends”
“hm?”
“he lets you take care of him”
she reaches over to hold your hand and tucks your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you.
“i think i know what i saw-“
“mummy its not- i- we weren’t”
“i’m not upset, i just need to know you’re okay and safe. both of you”
you look up to meet her soft gaze.
“just make sure whatever you decide to do, you’re doing it because you feel safe. not because you both just want to.”
“i know mummy”
“if anything you can always come to me baby”
-
unfortunately the conversation with your dad didn’t go as well.
just as you walk towards the stairs after getting water -
“stay”
you knew what it was about but decided ton play dumb anyways. that’s on you.
“why? i wanna go to sleep”
he gives you a glare and you know exactly what that meant. you sit down next to him. he’s taking shots of his whiskey.
“hold on kid i’m gonna need a few more if i’m doing this”
“i was just helping”
“i not asking what you were doing”
silence.
“i’m asking if you know what it looks like”
“yeah”
he looks at you properly. not angry. just serious in a way that makes you sit up straight. you know he’s definitely thinking about the time where he found megumi’s condoms - oopsies.
“you’re not a kid anymore. so i’m not going to pretend you don’t make your own decisions”
he pauses and takes another shot.
“but decisions have weight. especially when it involves someone else.”
his tone isn’t harsh. it stern and controlled.
“but..”
you look up at him again
“megumi is responsible. and i trust that he wouldn’t put you in a situation without knowing how you feel about it”
this might look like the regular sex ed talk parents have with their kids but the difference is, this is Naoya Zenin. your dad is naoya freaking zenin. which means consign from him, that’s a lot.
“i understand daddy”
“and if he does anything wrong ill know i haven’t scared the shits out of him and ill be more forward”
you let out a soft giggle and a sigh of relief. he kisses you on your forehead before you retreat back to your room.
“night kid. be smart”
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a/n: lowkey fell off towards the end sorryyy. ill be abit busier for a while since exams are so soon. i’m gna die here.. ALSO THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY MEGUMIS PLAYLIST FIC I LOVE YOU GUYS SM!!
