summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy tension, obortion talk,
authors note.... i realize im STILL neglecting my tumblr updates. so here... megumi has more of a heart now!! enjoy!
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Bad news. Oh, bad news. A good friend of yours. But⌠it was typically paired with good news. This was definitely atypical, not paired with something good, only growing exponentially with more bad news.
Cursed energy was tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Easily intertwined into the ebb and flow of the shape of the soul. Your technique was a part of your soul. More than other sorcerers. You didnât figure it out late into your sorcerer career, but your technique was inherited from the earliest generations of life itself. Fighting off bad energies and spirits with music and song was tradition to your ancestors, so powerful that when negative energies manifested into curses, they were able to destroy them with what they knew: song and dance. You had to learn how to pick up those pieces of your history on your own. Learn how to feel your cursed energy in your soul and imbue it into every weaponâmusical instrumentâyou touched. Of course, it only made sense that your soul would be this intertwined with it.
And therein lies the problem.
âWe canât abort this babyâŚâ Shoko spoke slowly as she said it. You did a double take, lifting your head off the medical chair to look at her. You had never seen her make such a distraught face.
âWh-what are you talking about?â You asked shakily, using your crumpled tissue to wipe another tear that had slipped past your eye since you laid back onto the chair. âI thought you could still have an abortion afterâŚâ
Shoko was shaking her head before you could even finish speaking. âItâs not that⌠Youâre⌠god Iâve never actually seen this before⌠your cursed energy is too strongly tied to the fetus. Itâs like its sharing yours and if we aborted it at this state-â
âAre you telling me I have to keep it?â You shook as you asked her. âShoko, please no. I- You know I canât. Not right now- Itâll- Please.â
âIf we go through with this, you will die,â She said slowly, taking your hand and squeezing it tight.
To say you were upset would be an understatement. All the convincing you had drowned yourself in, all the tears and inner turmoil you went through, the stomach churning conversation between you and Megumi; All of it went down the drain. There was too much you needed to process now and too much of a burden to take on.
Shoko fought for you with Gakuganji, forcing him to give you time and space as she kept your secret. It was odd to see her care about you so suddenly. The past two years you had known her, she always watched quietly from the sidelines, stepping in when necessary. She was always indifferent, complaining about technicalities and excepting the worst from the world. But she was more than willing to argue for you until her last breath.
And all the while you holed yourself up in your dorm, grappling with the reality of the situation. You were in fact going to have this baby. Grow it and carry it to term. You would need to keep it and raise itâthere was something immoral about putting it up for adoption. Leaving a baby out in the world knowing they would more than likely inherit a cursed technique and move along with your life like you didnât sentence them to a life of confusion. And the cherry on top was that it was Megumi Fushiguroâs child.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you remembered that sliver of a fact. Megumi had helped you cook up the mass growing inside of you. And the face he made when you told him you were pregnant keep replaying, searing into your memories, unknowingly melting and forming into a disgusted scowl. He was under the impression it was gone nowâŚÂ
Then there was Nobara and Yuji. They didnât know anything except for what you told Nobara. You werenât sure if she had told him already and you didnât care anymore. You would be telling them soon enough. But it was their concern that was really killing you.
The first day you missed classes, Nobrara was first to come visit you. She barged into your room, checking to make sure you hadnât been too injured during the mission. She explained what Megumi told her, that a curse targeted you, practically assaulted you, said it was going to eat your womb. She understood your discomfort, empathized, made you feel more than seen. But you couldnât tell her. The words were caught up in your throat. She still visited you. She could tell you were holding onto something, but she wouldnât pry.
By the end of the week, the higher ups knew about it. It was inevitable, they needed to know. But Shoko made sure to be the one to break the news to you.
âThey want to have a meeting with you about it,â She explained as she watched you shakily make tea for the two of you. âIt shouldnât be anything serious, but Iâll still be there. Iâm not like Gojo, but if they try to do anythingâŚâ
You stared at the swirling hot water in the matching mugs. âWhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âFrom what I understand, itâs just meant to be for them to understand your condition and how youâre planning on moving forward. You get to control the conversation.â
You had grown accustomed to Shokoâs soothing voice. It was truly a symbol of calm for you. Occasionally, you found yourself zoning out, just listening to way her syllables slipped off her tongue. Despite the amount cigarettes she smoked up until then, nothing had changed in her cadence. It was easy to forget where you were when you realized how she reminded you of your mother-
âBut there is one other thing,â She hummed carefully, watching your reaction and the tension in your shoulders. âThey also want to meet with the⌠father.â
âThank you for agreeing to meet with us.â Principal Gakuganji said from across the small coffee table in front of you. Next to him was another man you knew to be the principal of the Kyoto sister school, Nakamura. He stepped in when Gakuganji took over the Tokyo school. âIâm so sorry that Mrs. Matsuda couldnât meet us. Sheâs busy investigating-â
âThatâs alright,â You interrupted quietly, sucking in a slow breath. The setting was far more intimate than you were originally expecting it to be. From what you knew, before the Gojo massacred the last congregation of higher-ups, one would need to present themself to the faceless elders of jujutsu society. It was like being put on trial and ridiculed by the systems they forced upon everyone. You almost wished that were the case now instead of the unsettling kindness radiating from the old men in front of you.
Gakuganji shared a quick look his counterpart as you shifted a bit uncomfortably. On the opposite end of the couch was Megumi, sitting in a way that felt too casual for you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the two men as well. Your explanations were brief and short, not telling him everything but also maybe telling him less than he needed to know.
âMiss. Ieri explained the situation briefly to us. From what we understand, you and Mr. Fushiguro here had relations that resulted in a pregnancy, correct?â Nakamura asked clinically, forcing you to hide a grimace.
âYes. Thatâs correct,â You cleared your throat uncomfortably, glancing over to where Shoko was sitting out of the way.
âAnd your cursed energy isnât allowing for you to follow through with an abortion?â Gakuganji was more frank about it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Megumi turned to look at you. All you needed to do was glance at him to see how wide his eyes had grown and how tense his entire body suddenly got.
âThatâs correct, sir,â Shoko answered for you. You let out a slow breath, clearing your throat as you felt yourself grow just the slightest bit nauseous. âItâs not common, but if someones cursed energy is feeding into their fetus, it becomes impossible to remove it without killing them. It would be like removing the cursed energy straight from them.â
He hummed slowly, âI see⌠So what is your plan for this child now?â
Your lips parted but not a single sound could be produced. Your mouth opened and closed with every sentence that you came up with and failed to be accepted by your lips. You tried to play it off even as you grew more anxious, your heart was beating in your throat now. Your entire body flashed hot. âIâm not- I- I donât think- Iâm sorry, I need a moment.â
You stood up quickly and barged out of the room, sucking in deep breaths as you ran to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, you hadnât been prone to morning sickness, but you slowly came to the realization that if you worked yourself up enough, you would make yourself sick. So, you rinsed your mouth clean as you caught your breath and dabbed a wet paper towel onto the back of your neck.
You took the time to really flesh out a plan. Not a strict one, no you werenât that type of person, but a convincing one. One that would make them think that you had something figured out. One that you could even convince yourself into thinking that you werenât completely panicking and shitting an entire brick house.
Obviously, you were going to keep the baby. Take care of it and raise it. You would take time off from missions for your third trimester and six months after your birthâthe thought of childbirth alone almost made you sick again. But then, and only then, would you decide if you were going to continue your life as a sorcerer. And then there was Megumi.
It hit you right as you were about to walk out that you hadn't quite considered him. Your pacing resumed and you came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be a part of all of it⌠you supposed he could talk to you about it. He should be grown enough to understand he could talk to you about it directly.
When you finally walked out of the bathroom, you realized how much of this you had expected to do alone, completely forgetting about the people that had been at your side the entire time. And that was mainly because the spikey-haired kid had been waiting for you outside the bathroom door with Shoko.
âWere you also not going to tell me that you were keeping it?â His tone of voice made you roll your eyes. Leave it to him to pull you out of your bad mood and into a shitty one. You clenched your jaw tight, shutting your eyes in annoyance. âYou know, you canât just keep leaving me out of the loop.â
âIâm sorry youâre not the first thing on my mind during all of this,â You shot back, tracing over his face, looking for where he was finding his audacity. âI was planning on telling you.â
He scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of you, âOh really? When? After it was born?â
You heard Shoko mutter something before quickly walking away and leaving you two alone in the hallway. âAfter I came to terms with it myself! Or did you forget that I am the one growing the thing? A week ago, I thought I was aborting it. Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And two months ago, I was hung-over and realizing I slept with the one motherfucker I thought Iâd never have to speak to again after we graduated! This has been far more earth-shattering for me than it has been for you!â
âDo you really think this isnât âearth-shatteringâ for me?â He gritted out, taking another step towards you. He narrowed his eyes at you, âYou are growing my child right now. I understand this is a lot, but for fucksake, this involves me just as much as it involves you.â
It was a known fact that you and your classmates had grown up too fast. The four of you became soldiers in a war none of you directly signed up for. Yuji wanted to help people, Nobara wanted to fight the society she grew up in, You wanted to feel closer to your family, and Megumi just wanted to protect his sister. None of you wanted to watch your close friends, mentors, family die in front of you. But that was reality.Â
Nobara lost an eye to Jujutsu. She didn't directly topple the society and was stuck with a mockingly traditional technique. Yuji hurt more people than he ever thought he would. No one knew it, but he would likely continue to hurt others. He was too kind for that destiny. Tsumiki died. Far too young and before any of you could see how exceptional she was. Megumi had to find someone else to protect.
And with all of this going on, you never had time to see them as children. Except for this very moment. Around the scars on Megumiâs face, you could see how soft his skin still was. There were faint acne scars on his cheeks you'd somehow never noticed before. You could see the youth under the weathering of his life. This was the face your baby might have.
âIâm sorry⌠I-â You didn't want to admit you were embarrassed. You had to swallow your pride. You couldn't do this alone. You didn't need a father growing up, but you also weren't as strong as your mother was. âDo you want to⌠be involved?â
He let out a soft breath at that, his nose scrunching up painfully for half a second. âYeah, I do.â And for a second, your heart clenched in your chest. Then again when he said, âI donât want to be absent for y- my child.â
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a/n... did yall enjoy it? please like and comment! i wanna talk to yall đ¤đ¤
all works done by me @kumezyzo and no one else. rest assured that i will never write using the assistance of ai <3
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy tension, obortion talk,
authors note.... i realize im STILL neglecting my tumblr updates. so here... megumi has more of a heart now!! enjoy!
prev. chapter <<< m.list >>> next chapter
Bad news. Oh, bad news. A good friend of yours. But⌠it was typically paired with good news. This was definitely atypical, not paired with something good, only growing exponentially with more bad news.
Cursed energy was tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Easily intertwined into the ebb and flow of the shape of the soul. Your technique was a part of your soul. More than other sorcerers. You didnât figure it out late into your sorcerer career, but your technique was inherited from the earliest generations of life itself. Fighting off bad energies and spirits with music and song was tradition to your ancestors, so powerful that when negative energies manifested into curses, they were able to destroy them with what they knew: song and dance. You had to learn how to pick up those pieces of your history on your own. Learn how to feel your cursed energy in your soul and imbue it into every weaponâmusical instrumentâyou touched. Of course, it only made sense that your soul would be this intertwined with it.
And therein lies the problem.
âWe canât abort this babyâŚâ Shoko spoke slowly as she said it. You did a double take, lifting your head off the medical chair to look at her. You had never seen her make such a distraught face.
âWh-what are you talking about?â You asked shakily, using your crumpled tissue to wipe another tear that had slipped past your eye since you laid back onto the chair. âI thought you could still have an abortion afterâŚâ
Shoko was shaking her head before you could even finish speaking. âItâs not that⌠Youâre⌠god Iâve never actually seen this before⌠your cursed energy is too strongly tied to the fetus. Itâs like its sharing yours and if we aborted it at this state-â
âAre you telling me I have to keep it?â You shook as you asked her. âShoko, please no. I- You know I canât. Not right now- Itâll- Please.â
âIf we go through with this, you will die,â She said slowly, taking your hand and squeezing it tight.
To say you were upset would be an understatement. All the convincing you had drowned yourself in, all the tears and inner turmoil you went through, the stomach churning conversation between you and Megumi; All of it went down the drain. There was too much you needed to process now and too much of a burden to take on.
Shoko fought for you with Gakuganji, forcing him to give you time and space as she kept your secret. It was odd to see her care about you so suddenly. The past two years you had known her, she always watched quietly from the sidelines, stepping in when necessary. She was always indifferent, complaining about technicalities and excepting the worst from the world. But she was more than willing to argue for you until her last breath.
And all the while you holed yourself up in your dorm, grappling with the reality of the situation. You were in fact going to have this baby. Grow it and carry it to term. You would need to keep it and raise itâthere was something immoral about putting it up for adoption. Leaving a baby out in the world knowing they would more than likely inherit a cursed technique and move along with your life like you didnât sentence them to a life of confusion. And the cherry on top was that it was Megumi Fushiguroâs child.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you remembered that sliver of a fact. Megumi had helped you cook up the mass growing inside of you. And the face he made when you told him you were pregnant keep replaying, searing into your memories, unknowingly melting and forming into a disgusted scowl. He was under the impression it was gone nowâŚÂ
Then there was Nobara and Yuji. They didnât know anything except for what you told Nobara. You werenât sure if she had told him already and you didnât care anymore. You would be telling them soon enough. But it was their concern that was really killing you.
The first day you missed classes, Nobrara was first to come visit you. She barged into your room, checking to make sure you hadnât been too injured during the mission. She explained what Megumi told her, that a curse targeted you, practically assaulted you, said it was going to eat your womb. She understood your discomfort, empathized, made you feel more than seen. But you couldnât tell her. The words were caught up in your throat. She still visited you. She could tell you were holding onto something, but she wouldnât pry.
By the end of the week, the higher ups knew about it. It was inevitable, they needed to know. But Shoko made sure to be the one to break the news to you.
âThey want to have a meeting with you about it,â She explained as she watched you shakily make tea for the two of you. âIt shouldnât be anything serious, but Iâll still be there. Iâm not like Gojo, but if they try to do anythingâŚâ
You stared at the swirling hot water in the matching mugs. âWhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âFrom what I understand, itâs just meant to be for them to understand your condition and how youâre planning on moving forward. You get to control the conversation.â
You had grown accustomed to Shokoâs soothing voice. It was truly a symbol of calm for you. Occasionally, you found yourself zoning out, just listening to way her syllables slipped off her tongue. Despite the amount cigarettes she smoked up until then, nothing had changed in her cadence. It was easy to forget where you were when you realized how she reminded you of your mother-
âBut there is one other thing,â She hummed carefully, watching your reaction and the tension in your shoulders. âThey also want to meet with the⌠father.â
âThank you for agreeing to meet with us.â Principal Gakuganji said from across the small coffee table in front of you. Next to him was another man you knew to be the principal of the Kyoto sister school, Nakamura. He stepped in when Gakuganji took over the Tokyo school. âIâm so sorry that Mrs. Matsuda couldnât meet us. Sheâs busy investigating-â
âThatâs alright,â You interrupted quietly, sucking in a slow breath. The setting was far more intimate than you were originally expecting it to be. From what you knew, before the Gojo massacred the last congregation of higher-ups, one would need to present themself to the faceless elders of jujutsu society. It was like being put on trial and ridiculed by the systems they forced upon everyone. You almost wished that were the case now instead of the unsettling kindness radiating from the old men in front of you.
Gakuganji shared a quick look his counterpart as you shifted a bit uncomfortably. On the opposite end of the couch was Megumi, sitting in a way that felt too casual for you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the two men as well. Your explanations were brief and short, not telling him everything but also maybe telling him less than he needed to know.
âMiss. Ieri explained the situation briefly to us. From what we understand, you and Mr. Fushiguro here had relations that resulted in a pregnancy, correct?â Nakamura asked clinically, forcing you to hide a grimace.
âYes. Thatâs correct,â You cleared your throat uncomfortably, glancing over to where Shoko was sitting out of the way.
âAnd your cursed energy isnât allowing for you to follow through with an abortion?â Gakuganji was more frank about it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Megumi turned to look at you. All you needed to do was glance at him to see how wide his eyes had grown and how tense his entire body suddenly got.
âThatâs correct, sir,â Shoko answered for you. You let out a slow breath, clearing your throat as you felt yourself grow just the slightest bit nauseous. âItâs not common, but if someones cursed energy is feeding into their fetus, it becomes impossible to remove it without killing them. It would be like removing the cursed energy straight from them.â
He hummed slowly, âI see⌠So what is your plan for this child now?â
Your lips parted but not a single sound could be produced. Your mouth opened and closed with every sentence that you came up with and failed to be accepted by your lips. You tried to play it off even as you grew more anxious, your heart was beating in your throat now. Your entire body flashed hot. âIâm not- I- I donât think- Iâm sorry, I need a moment.â
You stood up quickly and barged out of the room, sucking in deep breaths as you ran to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, you hadnât been prone to morning sickness, but you slowly came to the realization that if you worked yourself up enough, you would make yourself sick. So, you rinsed your mouth clean as you caught your breath and dabbed a wet paper towel onto the back of your neck.
You took the time to really flesh out a plan. Not a strict one, no you werenât that type of person, but a convincing one. One that would make them think that you had something figured out. One that you could even convince yourself into thinking that you werenât completely panicking and shitting an entire brick house.
Obviously, you were going to keep the baby. Take care of it and raise it. You would take time off from missions for your third trimester and six months after your birthâthe thought of childbirth alone almost made you sick again. But then, and only then, would you decide if you were going to continue your life as a sorcerer. And then there was Megumi.
It hit you right as you were about to walk out that you hadn't quite considered him. Your pacing resumed and you came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be a part of all of it⌠you supposed he could talk to you about it. He should be grown enough to understand he could talk to you about it directly.
When you finally walked out of the bathroom, you realized how much of this you had expected to do alone, completely forgetting about the people that had been at your side the entire time. And that was mainly because the spikey-haired kid had been waiting for you outside the bathroom door with Shoko.
âWere you also not going to tell me that you were keeping it?â His tone of voice made you roll your eyes. Leave it to him to pull you out of your bad mood and into a shitty one. You clenched your jaw tight, shutting your eyes in annoyance. âYou know, you canât just keep leaving me out of the loop.â
âIâm sorry youâre not the first thing on my mind during all of this,â You shot back, tracing over his face, looking for where he was finding his audacity. âI was planning on telling you.â
He scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of you, âOh really? When? After it was born?â
You heard Shoko mutter something before quickly walking away and leaving you two alone in the hallway. âAfter I came to terms with it myself! Or did you forget that I am the one growing the thing? A week ago, I thought I was aborting it. Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And two months ago, I was hung-over and realizing I slept with the one motherfucker I thought Iâd never have to speak to again after we graduated! This has been far more earth-shattering for me than it has been for you!â
âDo you really think this isnât âearth-shatteringâ for me?â He gritted out, taking another step towards you. He narrowed his eyes at you, âYou are growing my child right now. I understand this is a lot, but for fucksake, this involves me just as much as it involves you.â
It was a known fact that you and your classmates had grown up too fast. The four of you became soldiers in a war none of you directly signed up for. Yuji wanted to help people, Nobara wanted to fight the society she grew up in, You wanted to feel closer to your family, and Megumi just wanted to protect his sister. None of you wanted to watch your close friends, mentors, family die in front of you. But that was reality.Â
Nobara lost an eye to Jujutsu. She didn't directly topple the society and was stuck with a mockingly traditional technique. Yuji hurt more people than he ever thought he would. No one knew it, but he would likely continue to hurt others. He was too kind for that destiny. Tsumiki died. Far too young and before any of you could see how exceptional she was. Megumi had to find someone else to protect.
And with all of this going on, you never had time to see them as children. Except for this very moment. Around the scars on Megumiâs face, you could see how soft his skin still was. There were faint acne scars on his cheeks you'd somehow never noticed before. You could see the youth under the weathering of his life. This was the face your baby might have.
âIâm sorry⌠I-â You didn't want to admit you were embarrassed. You had to swallow your pride. You couldn't do this alone. You didn't need a father growing up, but you also weren't as strong as your mother was. âDo you want to⌠be involved?â
He let out a soft breath at that, his nose scrunching up painfully for half a second. âYeah, I do.â And for a second, your heart clenched in your chest. Then again when he said, âI donât want to be absent for y- my child.â
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a/n... did yall enjoy it? please like and comment! i wanna talk to yall đ¤đ¤
all works done by me @kumezyzo and no one else. rest assured that i will never write using the assistance of ai <3
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy tension, obortion talk,
authors note.... i realize im STILL neglecting my tumblr updates. so here... megumi has more of a heart now!! enjoy!
prev. chapter <<< m.list >>> next chapter
Bad news. Oh, bad news. A good friend of yours. But⌠it was typically paired with good news. This was definitely atypical, not paired with something good, only growing exponentially with more bad news.
Cursed energy was tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Easily intertwined into the ebb and flow of the shape of the soul. Your technique was a part of your soul. More than other sorcerers. You didnât figure it out late into your sorcerer career, but your technique was inherited from the earliest generations of life itself. Fighting off bad energies and spirits with music and song was tradition to your ancestors, so powerful that when negative energies manifested into curses, they were able to destroy them with what they knew: song and dance. You had to learn how to pick up those pieces of your history on your own. Learn how to feel your cursed energy in your soul and imbue it into every weaponâmusical instrumentâyou touched. Of course, it only made sense that your soul would be this intertwined with it.
And therein lies the problem.
âWe canât abort this babyâŚâ Shoko spoke slowly as she said it. You did a double take, lifting your head off the medical chair to look at her. You had never seen her make such a distraught face.
âWh-what are you talking about?â You asked shakily, using your crumpled tissue to wipe another tear that had slipped past your eye since you laid back onto the chair. âI thought you could still have an abortion afterâŚâ
Shoko was shaking her head before you could even finish speaking. âItâs not that⌠Youâre⌠god Iâve never actually seen this before⌠your cursed energy is too strongly tied to the fetus. Itâs like its sharing yours and if we aborted it at this state-â
âAre you telling me I have to keep it?â You shook as you asked her. âShoko, please no. I- You know I canât. Not right now- Itâll- Please.â
âIf we go through with this, you will die,â She said slowly, taking your hand and squeezing it tight.
To say you were upset would be an understatement. All the convincing you had drowned yourself in, all the tears and inner turmoil you went through, the stomach churning conversation between you and Megumi; All of it went down the drain. There was too much you needed to process now and too much of a burden to take on.
Shoko fought for you with Gakuganji, forcing him to give you time and space as she kept your secret. It was odd to see her care about you so suddenly. The past two years you had known her, she always watched quietly from the sidelines, stepping in when necessary. She was always indifferent, complaining about technicalities and excepting the worst from the world. But she was more than willing to argue for you until her last breath.
And all the while you holed yourself up in your dorm, grappling with the reality of the situation. You were in fact going to have this baby. Grow it and carry it to term. You would need to keep it and raise itâthere was something immoral about putting it up for adoption. Leaving a baby out in the world knowing they would more than likely inherit a cursed technique and move along with your life like you didnât sentence them to a life of confusion. And the cherry on top was that it was Megumi Fushiguroâs child.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you remembered that sliver of a fact. Megumi had helped you cook up the mass growing inside of you. And the face he made when you told him you were pregnant keep replaying, searing into your memories, unknowingly melting and forming into a disgusted scowl. He was under the impression it was gone nowâŚÂ
Then there was Nobara and Yuji. They didnât know anything except for what you told Nobara. You werenât sure if she had told him already and you didnât care anymore. You would be telling them soon enough. But it was their concern that was really killing you.
The first day you missed classes, Nobrara was first to come visit you. She barged into your room, checking to make sure you hadnât been too injured during the mission. She explained what Megumi told her, that a curse targeted you, practically assaulted you, said it was going to eat your womb. She understood your discomfort, empathized, made you feel more than seen. But you couldnât tell her. The words were caught up in your throat. She still visited you. She could tell you were holding onto something, but she wouldnât pry.
By the end of the week, the higher ups knew about it. It was inevitable, they needed to know. But Shoko made sure to be the one to break the news to you.
âThey want to have a meeting with you about it,â She explained as she watched you shakily make tea for the two of you. âIt shouldnât be anything serious, but Iâll still be there. Iâm not like Gojo, but if they try to do anythingâŚâ
You stared at the swirling hot water in the matching mugs. âWhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âFrom what I understand, itâs just meant to be for them to understand your condition and how youâre planning on moving forward. You get to control the conversation.â
You had grown accustomed to Shokoâs soothing voice. It was truly a symbol of calm for you. Occasionally, you found yourself zoning out, just listening to way her syllables slipped off her tongue. Despite the amount cigarettes she smoked up until then, nothing had changed in her cadence. It was easy to forget where you were when you realized how she reminded you of your mother-
âBut there is one other thing,â She hummed carefully, watching your reaction and the tension in your shoulders. âThey also want to meet with the⌠father.â
âThank you for agreeing to meet with us.â Principal Gakuganji said from across the small coffee table in front of you. Next to him was another man you knew to be the principal of the Kyoto sister school, Nakamura. He stepped in when Gakuganji took over the Tokyo school. âIâm so sorry that Mrs. Matsuda couldnât meet us. Sheâs busy investigating-â
âThatâs alright,â You interrupted quietly, sucking in a slow breath. The setting was far more intimate than you were originally expecting it to be. From what you knew, before the Gojo massacred the last congregation of higher-ups, one would need to present themself to the faceless elders of jujutsu society. It was like being put on trial and ridiculed by the systems they forced upon everyone. You almost wished that were the case now instead of the unsettling kindness radiating from the old men in front of you.
Gakuganji shared a quick look his counterpart as you shifted a bit uncomfortably. On the opposite end of the couch was Megumi, sitting in a way that felt too casual for you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the two men as well. Your explanations were brief and short, not telling him everything but also maybe telling him less than he needed to know.
âMiss. Ieri explained the situation briefly to us. From what we understand, you and Mr. Fushiguro here had relations that resulted in a pregnancy, correct?â Nakamura asked clinically, forcing you to hide a grimace.
âYes. Thatâs correct,â You cleared your throat uncomfortably, glancing over to where Shoko was sitting out of the way.
âAnd your cursed energy isnât allowing for you to follow through with an abortion?â Gakuganji was more frank about it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Megumi turned to look at you. All you needed to do was glance at him to see how wide his eyes had grown and how tense his entire body suddenly got.
âThatâs correct, sir,â Shoko answered for you. You let out a slow breath, clearing your throat as you felt yourself grow just the slightest bit nauseous. âItâs not common, but if someones cursed energy is feeding into their fetus, it becomes impossible to remove it without killing them. It would be like removing the cursed energy straight from them.â
He hummed slowly, âI see⌠So what is your plan for this child now?â
Your lips parted but not a single sound could be produced. Your mouth opened and closed with every sentence that you came up with and failed to be accepted by your lips. You tried to play it off even as you grew more anxious, your heart was beating in your throat now. Your entire body flashed hot. âIâm not- I- I donât think- Iâm sorry, I need a moment.â
You stood up quickly and barged out of the room, sucking in deep breaths as you ran to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, you hadnât been prone to morning sickness, but you slowly came to the realization that if you worked yourself up enough, you would make yourself sick. So, you rinsed your mouth clean as you caught your breath and dabbed a wet paper towel onto the back of your neck.
You took the time to really flesh out a plan. Not a strict one, no you werenât that type of person, but a convincing one. One that would make them think that you had something figured out. One that you could even convince yourself into thinking that you werenât completely panicking and shitting an entire brick house.
Obviously, you were going to keep the baby. Take care of it and raise it. You would take time off from missions for your third trimester and six months after your birthâthe thought of childbirth alone almost made you sick again. But then, and only then, would you decide if you were going to continue your life as a sorcerer. And then there was Megumi.
It hit you right as you were about to walk out that you hadn't quite considered him. Your pacing resumed and you came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be a part of all of it⌠you supposed he could talk to you about it. He should be grown enough to understand he could talk to you about it directly.
When you finally walked out of the bathroom, you realized how much of this you had expected to do alone, completely forgetting about the people that had been at your side the entire time. And that was mainly because the spikey-haired kid had been waiting for you outside the bathroom door with Shoko.
âWere you also not going to tell me that you were keeping it?â His tone of voice made you roll your eyes. Leave it to him to pull you out of your bad mood and into a shitty one. You clenched your jaw tight, shutting your eyes in annoyance. âYou know, you canât just keep leaving me out of the loop.â
âIâm sorry youâre not the first thing on my mind during all of this,â You shot back, tracing over his face, looking for where he was finding his audacity. âI was planning on telling you.â
He scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of you, âOh really? When? After it was born?â
You heard Shoko mutter something before quickly walking away and leaving you two alone in the hallway. âAfter I came to terms with it myself! Or did you forget that I am the one growing the thing? A week ago, I thought I was aborting it. Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And two months ago, I was hung-over and realizing I slept with the one motherfucker I thought Iâd never have to speak to again after we graduated! This has been far more earth-shattering for me than it has been for you!â
âDo you really think this isnât âearth-shatteringâ for me?â He gritted out, taking another step towards you. He narrowed his eyes at you, âYou are growing my child right now. I understand this is a lot, but for fucksake, this involves me just as much as it involves you.â
It was a known fact that you and your classmates had grown up too fast. The four of you became soldiers in a war none of you directly signed up for. Yuji wanted to help people, Nobara wanted to fight the society she grew up in, You wanted to feel closer to your family, and Megumi just wanted to protect his sister. None of you wanted to watch your close friends, mentors, family die in front of you. But that was reality.Â
Nobara lost an eye to Jujutsu. She didn't directly topple the society and was stuck with a mockingly traditional technique. Yuji hurt more people than he ever thought he would. No one knew it, but he would likely continue to hurt others. He was too kind for that destiny. Tsumiki died. Far too young and before any of you could see how exceptional she was. Megumi had to find someone else to protect.
And with all of this going on, you never had time to see them as children. Except for this very moment. Around the scars on Megumiâs face, you could see how soft his skin still was. There were faint acne scars on his cheeks you'd somehow never noticed before. You could see the youth under the weathering of his life. This was the face your baby might have.
âIâm sorry⌠I-â You didn't want to admit you were embarrassed. You had to swallow your pride. You couldn't do this alone. You didn't need a father growing up, but you also weren't as strong as your mother was. âDo you want to⌠be involved?â
He let out a soft breath at that, his nose scrunching up painfully for half a second. âYeah, I do.â And for a second, your heart clenched in your chest. Then again when he said, âI donât want to be absent for y- my child.â
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summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
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Bad news. Oh, bad news. A good friend of yours. But⌠it was typically paired with good news. This was definitely atypical, not paired with something good, only growing exponentially with more bad news.
Cursed energy was tied to the soul of the sorcerer. Easily intertwined into the ebb and flow of the shape of the soul. Your technique was a part of your soul. More than other sorcerers. You didnât figure it out late into your sorcerer career, but your technique was inherited from the earliest generations of life itself. Fighting off bad energies and spirits with music and song was tradition to your ancestors, so powerful that when negative energies manifested into curses, they were able to destroy them with what they knew: song and dance. You had to learn how to pick up those pieces of your history on your own. Learn how to feel your cursed energy in your soul and imbue it into every weaponâmusical instrumentâyou touched. Of course, it only made sense that your soul would be this intertwined with it.
And therein lies the problem.
âWe canât abort this babyâŚâ Shoko spoke slowly as she said it. You did a double take, lifting your head off the medical chair to look at her. You had never seen her make such a distraught face.
âWh-what are you talking about?â You asked shakily, using your crumpled tissue to wipe another tear that had slipped past your eye since you laid back onto the chair. âI thought you could still have an abortion afterâŚâ
Shoko was shaking her head before you could even finish speaking. âItâs not that⌠Youâre⌠god Iâve never actually seen this before⌠your cursed energy is too strongly tied to the fetus. Itâs like its sharing yours and if we aborted it at this state-â
âAre you telling me I have to keep it?â You shook as you asked her. âShoko, please no. I- You know I canât. Not right now- Itâll- Please.â
âIf we go through with this, you will die,â She said slowly, taking your hand and squeezing it tight.
To say you were upset would be an understatement. All the convincing you had drowned yourself in, all the tears and inner turmoil you went through, the stomach churning conversation between you and Megumi; All of it went down the drain. There was too much you needed to process now and too much of a burden to take on.
Shoko fought for you with Gakuganji, forcing him to give you time and space as she kept your secret. It was odd to see her care about you so suddenly. The past two years you had known her, she always watched quietly from the sidelines, stepping in when necessary. She was always indifferent, complaining about technicalities and excepting the worst from the world. But she was more than willing to argue for you until her last breath.
And all the while you holed yourself up in your dorm, grappling with the reality of the situation. You were in fact going to have this baby. Grow it and carry it to term. You would need to keep it and raise itâthere was something immoral about putting it up for adoption. Leaving a baby out in the world knowing they would more than likely inherit a cursed technique and move along with your life like you didnât sentence them to a life of confusion. And the cherry on top was that it was Megumi Fushiguroâs child.
It made you sick to your stomach every time you remembered that sliver of a fact. Megumi had helped you cook up the mass growing inside of you. And the face he made when you told him you were pregnant keep replaying, searing into your memories, unknowingly melting and forming into a disgusted scowl. He was under the impression it was gone nowâŚÂ
Then there was Nobara and Yuji. They didnât know anything except for what you told Nobara. You werenât sure if she had told him already and you didnât care anymore. You would be telling them soon enough. But it was their concern that was really killing you.
The first day you missed classes, Nobrara was first to come visit you. She barged into your room, checking to make sure you hadnât been too injured during the mission. She explained what Megumi told her, that a curse targeted you, practically assaulted you, said it was going to eat your womb. She understood your discomfort, empathized, made you feel more than seen. But you couldnât tell her. The words were caught up in your throat. She still visited you. She could tell you were holding onto something, but she wouldnât pry.
By the end of the week, the higher ups knew about it. It was inevitable, they needed to know. But Shoko made sure to be the one to break the news to you.
âThey want to have a meeting with you about it,â She explained as she watched you shakily make tea for the two of you. âIt shouldnât be anything serious, but Iâll still be there. Iâm not like Gojo, but if they try to do anythingâŚâ
You stared at the swirling hot water in the matching mugs. âWhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âFrom what I understand, itâs just meant to be for them to understand your condition and how youâre planning on moving forward. You get to control the conversation.â
You had grown accustomed to Shokoâs soothing voice. It was truly a symbol of calm for you. Occasionally, you found yourself zoning out, just listening to way her syllables slipped off her tongue. Despite the amount cigarettes she smoked up until then, nothing had changed in her cadence. It was easy to forget where you were when you realized how she reminded you of your mother-
âBut there is one other thing,â She hummed carefully, watching your reaction and the tension in your shoulders. âThey also want to meet with the⌠father.â
âThank you for agreeing to meet with us.â Principal Gakuganji said from across the small coffee table in front of you. Next to him was another man you knew to be the principal of the Kyoto sister school, Nakamura. He stepped in when Gakuganji took over the Tokyo school. âIâm so sorry that Mrs. Matsuda couldnât meet us. Sheâs busy investigating-â
âThatâs alright,â You interrupted quietly, sucking in a slow breath. The setting was far more intimate than you were originally expecting it to be. From what you knew, before the Gojo massacred the last congregation of higher-ups, one would need to present themself to the faceless elders of jujutsu society. It was like being put on trial and ridiculed by the systems they forced upon everyone. You almost wished that were the case now instead of the unsettling kindness radiating from the old men in front of you.
Gakuganji shared a quick look his counterpart as you shifted a bit uncomfortably. On the opposite end of the couch was Megumi, sitting in a way that felt too casual for you. He was resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the two men as well. Your explanations were brief and short, not telling him everything but also maybe telling him less than he needed to know.
âMiss. Ieri explained the situation briefly to us. From what we understand, you and Mr. Fushiguro here had relations that resulted in a pregnancy, correct?â Nakamura asked clinically, forcing you to hide a grimace.
âYes. Thatâs correct,â You cleared your throat uncomfortably, glancing over to where Shoko was sitting out of the way.
âAnd your cursed energy isnât allowing for you to follow through with an abortion?â Gakuganji was more frank about it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how Megumi turned to look at you. All you needed to do was glance at him to see how wide his eyes had grown and how tense his entire body suddenly got.
âThatâs correct, sir,â Shoko answered for you. You let out a slow breath, clearing your throat as you felt yourself grow just the slightest bit nauseous. âItâs not common, but if someones cursed energy is feeding into their fetus, it becomes impossible to remove it without killing them. It would be like removing the cursed energy straight from them.â
He hummed slowly, âI see⌠So what is your plan for this child now?â
Your lips parted but not a single sound could be produced. Your mouth opened and closed with every sentence that you came up with and failed to be accepted by your lips. You tried to play it off even as you grew more anxious, your heart was beating in your throat now. Your entire body flashed hot. âIâm not- I- I donât think- Iâm sorry, I need a moment.â
You stood up quickly and barged out of the room, sucking in deep breaths as you ran to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, you hadnât been prone to morning sickness, but you slowly came to the realization that if you worked yourself up enough, you would make yourself sick. So, you rinsed your mouth clean as you caught your breath and dabbed a wet paper towel onto the back of your neck.
You took the time to really flesh out a plan. Not a strict one, no you werenât that type of person, but a convincing one. One that would make them think that you had something figured out. One that you could even convince yourself into thinking that you werenât completely panicking and shitting an entire brick house.
Obviously, you were going to keep the baby. Take care of it and raise it. You would take time off from missions for your third trimester and six months after your birthâthe thought of childbirth alone almost made you sick again. But then, and only then, would you decide if you were going to continue your life as a sorcerer. And then there was Megumi.
It hit you right as you were about to walk out that you hadn't quite considered him. Your pacing resumed and you came to the conclusion that if he wanted to be a part of all of it⌠you supposed he could talk to you about it. He should be grown enough to understand he could talk to you about it directly.
When you finally walked out of the bathroom, you realized how much of this you had expected to do alone, completely forgetting about the people that had been at your side the entire time. And that was mainly because the spikey-haired kid had been waiting for you outside the bathroom door with Shoko.
âWere you also not going to tell me that you were keeping it?â His tone of voice made you roll your eyes. Leave it to him to pull you out of your bad mood and into a shitty one. You clenched your jaw tight, shutting your eyes in annoyance. âYou know, you canât just keep leaving me out of the loop.â
âIâm sorry youâre not the first thing on my mind during all of this,â You shot back, tracing over his face, looking for where he was finding his audacity. âI was planning on telling you.â
He scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of you, âOh really? When? After it was born?â
You heard Shoko mutter something before quickly walking away and leaving you two alone in the hallway. âAfter I came to terms with it myself! Or did you forget that I am the one growing the thing? A week ago, I thought I was aborting it. Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant for the first time. And two months ago, I was hung-over and realizing I slept with the one motherfucker I thought Iâd never have to speak to again after we graduated! This has been far more earth-shattering for me than it has been for you!â
âDo you really think this isnât âearth-shatteringâ for me?â He gritted out, taking another step towards you. He narrowed his eyes at you, âYou are growing my child right now. I understand this is a lot, but for fucksake, this involves me just as much as it involves you.â
It was a known fact that you and your classmates had grown up too fast. The four of you became soldiers in a war none of you directly signed up for. Yuji wanted to help people, Nobara wanted to fight the society she grew up in, You wanted to feel closer to your family, and Megumi just wanted to protect his sister. None of you wanted to watch your close friends, mentors, family die in front of you. But that was reality.Â
Nobara lost an eye to Jujutsu. She didn't directly topple the society and was stuck with a mockingly traditional technique. Yuji hurt more people than he ever thought he would. No one knew it, but he would likely continue to hurt others. He was too kind for that destiny. Tsumiki died. Far too young and before any of you could see how exceptional she was. Megumi had to find someone else to protect.
And with all of this going on, you never had time to see them as children. Except for this very moment. Around the scars on Megumiâs face, you could see how soft his skin still was. There were faint acne scars on his cheeks you'd somehow never noticed before. You could see the youth under the weathering of his life. This was the face your baby might have.
âIâm sorry⌠I-â You didn't want to admit you were embarrassed. You had to swallow your pride. You couldn't do this alone. You didn't need a father growing up, but you also weren't as strong as your mother was. âDo you want to⌠be involved?â
He let out a soft breath at that, his nose scrunching up painfully for half a second. âYeah, I do.â And for a second, your heart clenched in your chest. Then again when he said, âI donât want to be absent for y- my child.â
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ive realized i miss playing an insturment. i miss the stress of learning a challenging piece. i miss the muscle memory of placing my fingers on the string and adjusting the bow speed to make the note ring. i miss the giddy feeling i would get deep in my chest when i performed. i miss the look of awe my younger family members would give me when I played something. i was the reason they chose to learn the cello...
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you live a quiet life on the outskirts of a town where everyone knows everyone just past city limits where the modern kingdom sat. you've known everyone in the town you're entire life and you honestly do enjoy it that way.
your parents had you pretty old, so you had the unfortunate fate of taking care of them and inevitably putting them in hospice. and in turn, you didnt have the time nor energy to care about the red string tied to your pinky.
although, there was no reason to when your soulmate didnt seem to want to find you either.
and after your parents have passed and you've inherited their small farm and your childhood home, a handsome young man your age moved in to town. along with the rumor that came along with his arrival. he didn't have a soulmate. they died before they could even meet. one day, the red sting around his calloused finger just... disappeared.
you actually hadn't seen him yet. not for the first two weeks after he had gotten settled in. but dear god, you could swear that you had already heard his entire life story before you could meet him. but the fact that did seem to get brought up a lot was this: he was very very attractive.
all the old grannies that took care of you throughout the years made sure to tell you that between the stories about how he used to take care of his older grandparents and tend to their rice fields. they told about how smooth and suntanned his skin was as they told you about how he moved to your town after his cousins inherited the fields he spent his teen years tending to.
and after a few more weeks, truly believing this god of a man was just an urban legend, you finally did meet him. he was talking to the older auntie that lived next to you--half a mile down the road really--and making their rounds to everyones food stands at the market your town sets up every month.
he really is beautiful. and he holds eye contact in such a respectful way. and his arms are very toned. and he's complimenting your strawberries and you're trying to control your racing heart. and the auntie is smirking between you two.
and suddenly the weight of the string pulling on your pinky in the direction of the palace a hundred miles away is nonexistent.
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
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Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⌠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⌠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⌠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŚsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
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you live a quiet life on the outskirts of a town where everyone knows everyone just past city limits where the modern kingdom sat. you've known everyone in the town you're entire life and you honestly do enjoy it that way.
your parents had you pretty old, so you had the unfortunate fate of taking care of them and inevitably putting them in hospice. and in turn, you didnt have the time nor energy to care about the red string tied to your pinky.
although, there was no reason to when your soulmate didnt seem to want to find you either.
and after your parents have passed and you've inherited their small farm and your childhood home, a handsome young man your age moved in to town. along with the rumor that came along with his arrival. he didn't have a soulmate. they died before they could even meet. one day, the red sting around his calloused finger just... disappeared.
you actually hadn't seen him yet. not for the first two weeks after he had gotten settled in. but dear god, you could swear that you had already heard his entire life story before you could meet him. but the fact that did seem to get brought up a lot was this: he was very very attractive.
all the old grannies that took care of you throughout the years made sure to tell you that between the stories about how he used to take care of his older grandparents and tend to their rice fields. they told about how smooth and suntanned his skin was as they told you about how he moved to your town after his cousins inherited the fields he spent his teen years tending to.
and after a few more weeks, truly believing this god of a man was just an urban legend, you finally did meet him. he was talking to the older auntie that lived next to you--half a mile down the road really--and making their rounds to everyones food stands at the market your town sets up every month.
he really is beautiful. and he holds eye contact in such a respectful way. and his arms are very toned. and he's complimenting your strawberries and you're trying to control your racing heart. and the auntie is smirking between you two.
and suddenly the weight of the string pulling on your pinky in the direction of the palace a hundred miles away is nonexistent.
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
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Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⌠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⌠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⌠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŚsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
a/n... what do we think đđ everything mentioned is explored a bit more as the chapters continue. lemme me know what you thinkkkkk. leave a comment! reblog! and leave a like! also dont be afraid to send me messages in my inbox!!!
summary....the first years have finally become third years! What better way to celebrate your survival to your final year of freedom in the not-at-all free life of Jujutsu High than to get drunk with your fellow graduating class! What could possibly go wrong?! The guy you hated youre entire highschool career getting you pregnant? Well.... you survived the worst of it, haven't you?
chp content warnings.... megumi fushiguro x reader, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, enemies to lovers, slow burn, heavy angst, one night stand, pregnancy, heavy fucking tension, mentions of drunk sex, mentions of obortion, uncomfy fight sequence, reader has internal conflicts again
authors note.... i realize ive neglected my tumblr updates. so here we are. this is a thicc chapter. and its stressful!!! and angsty!!! and lowk ass!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!
prev. chapter <<< m.list >>> next chapter
Tension definitely wasnât something completely unnatural to you. It was practically in your job description. But this was maybe worse than finding out you were pregnant. Megumi was quiet. Not in denial. Not angry. Not questioning. Quiet. And heavily so. After you tried to âdeny deny deny,â you had to tell him the truth. And in doing so, you had to acknowledge that night.
âItâs a curse! When has a curse ever been honest about anything?!â You shouted through the forest, stopping in your tracks. You had started your trek back to the car soon after he asked you the initial question. It had only escalated from there. âEven if it was telling the truth, which its not, what the fuck does it matter to you?â
You knew that was a risky question to ask. But you had to bluff. You had to try and get him off your ass somehow. You needed him to drop it so you could get rid of it and leave all of this behind. But as his face grew absolutely perplexed, annoyed, and angry all at the same time, you began to regret it.
Before you could take it back, save face and run, he was marching towards you. Your eyes widened and you backed up in fear allowing him to corner you into a tree. You felt your heart quicken, staring up into his dark green eyes.
âLetâs stop playing dumb,â He gritted out harshly. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes tight as if bracing himself. âWe slept together. We can stop pretending like it never happened. And if that curse knew something, I need to know too.â
You blinked slowly, your heart pounding so hard you thought it would fall out of your chest. You didnât want him to see you cry, but the tears were welling up before you could stop them. All you could do was nod dumbly. His face softened, hundred of emotions flashing across his face as he stepped away from you.
âWhat the fuck does it matter to me?â He repeated your words to himself, a humourless laugh whipping at the end of his sentence. He turned around, unable to look at you and driving his fist into a tree. You flinched as the tree splintered, cracking halfway up its tall length. A dramatic tear slipped past your waterline and down your cheek when he turned back around. His jaw was tight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were trembling with the splinters between his knuckles. âWe can talk about this more when we get back to the school. I can't even stand being in a car with you under normal circumstances.â
You did your best to stay quiet on your way back to the car but ever since he chose those words to say to you, you hadnât been able to stop the slow tears from sliding down your face. âIâm sorry. I can get someone to-â
âShut the fuck up,â He groaned, rubbing this face harshly. âWe can talk after we get back.â
The car ride was horrifyingly silent. Filled with the sound of you sniffling occasionally as you wiped harshly at your leg to remove the curse's saliva. You dropped your jacket by your feet after using it as a rag, sitting back in the seat uncomfortably. Once the urgency passed, your mind began to settle and process. That wasn't something you were used to.
Megumi had remembered. All the time you spent trying to avoid him, convincing yourself he hadnât remembered. You felt like an idiot beneath the layers of emotions brought on by your fluctuating hormones. Somewhere in the mix there was guilt. A weird nagging part of you that youâd never felt before, scolding you for not having told him the second you found out.
You could hear the other part of your brain telling you that he didnât need to know. It was your body. He wouldnât need to know if you aborted it before anyone else found out. He wouldnât even want a child with you. He wouldnât want a child ever. Not after everyoneâhim, Tsumiki, Maki, Mai, Gojo, Yuji... youâwere all treated for simply existing in this world. Maybe things had changed. But there was never a guarantee that they wouldnât go back to how they were before.
It would be irresponsible to keep it. Selfish even. You had no desire to even raise a child, you were still a child. You hadnât even turned 18 yet. Neither had Megumi. None of this should even concern him. And yet, it was so hard not to think about him as you spiraled further into those layers of feelings because of his burning presence. You couldnât even step onto campus, escape to your dorm, or even find Shoko.
âWhen did you find out?â
You could tell he was planning that question. The tell was the grimace that followed after it came out too rough. This was a new sight to you: Megumi Fushiguro choosing his words towards you carefully. His jaw was clenched so tight you thought he would shatter his teeth. But that was a normal sight.
So, with a slow breath, âUhm⌠two weeks ago?â
âAnd you were just going to⌠keep that to yourself?â You had to look away from his judgemental eyes. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. âDid you tell Kugisaki?â
You shook your head, âOnly Shoko knows. I wasnât really planning to⌠keep it.â Now more than ever you were aware of his facial expressions. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes tracing over you, lingering on your lower stomach, softening the slightest bit. It was unsettling. âDonât tell me you thought Iâd want to have it.â
He scoffed, giving you another look. âIâm not an idiot.â
âRightâŚsays the one who didnât use protection,â You muttered, leaving him standing alone. You felt yourself grow more frustrated by your own words. Over the past month and a half, you were putting together the events of the night. There was an almost clear picture in your mind now. And of course, not a single mention of condoms. Regardless, Megumi seemed to be offended by this and was quick to start following you, familiar annoyance filling him again.
âI donât remember you telling me to stop,â He grumbled from behind you. You felt your face warm from fluster or anger, you werenât really sure. You threw a look over your shoulder and it only seemed to egg him on, âI actually remember you telling me the exact opposite.â
You huffed, desperately ignoring how a dull throb pulsed between your legs. How could your body remember more than you did? You had to remind yourself he was just yelling at you. âYou mustâve really enjoyed it if you remember that much.
He cocked his head to the side, his nose pinching, âSo, you donât remember begging me to touch you? You donât remember kissing me and telling me to âput it in?ââ
You stopped in your tracks, turning around and being taken aback by how close he was. You took a step back, furrowing your brows as you tried to pull up any memory. There was nothing coming to mind in any regard. âHow often do you think about this?â
Megumi pulled a disgusted face, trying is level best to cover up the redness stretching up his neck. âI fucking hate you, you know that? It is for the best you abort it. The idea of raising a child with you makes me sick."
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or yourself. So you got upset. And bluffed. âI actually do remember something. Itâs you telling me how much you loved being inside of me. You were practically crying for me to let you cum inside of me.â
His nostrils flared, his eyes widening just a little bit. You were making shit up but somehow it seemed like you had gotten it right on the money.
âFuck you.â
You scoffed, turning back around and flipping him off. You were more ready to find Shoko now than ever.
a/n... what do we think đđ everything mentioned is explored a bit more as the chapters continue. lemme me know what you thinkkkkk. leave a comment! reblog! and leave a like! also dont be afraid to send me messages in my inbox!!!
