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ᯓᡣ𐭩 megumi fushiguro. how could you even being to explain megumi fushiguro? collected in public, and a total fucking idiot in private. oh, and he hated the title ‘campus bad boy’
warnings/tags: ooc (?), fem!reader, yuji’s twin sister!reader, cussing, yeaner!megumi, college!au, modern!au, inukkotsu, jealous!gumi, cheating, wuhluhwuh omg, suggestive (?), older brother!sukuna and Choso mentioned, aged up! characters, use of alcohol mentioned
tw: ooc, jjk0 spoilers. jjk manga spoilers, canon divergence, fem!reader, why is there gojo angst in my Megumi fanfiction, ooc, character death mentioned, suguru geto was is reader’s parental figure (they are strictly platonic), you guys are not gonna like this
thank you to @mbrc2008 for the request <3
previous part..
“[Name], what are you doing?” Seven-year-old Megumi’s shadow loomed over you as he watched your tiny figure crouched down on the floor.
“Look at the ants.” You stuck a finger out at the ground, watching the ants go round in round in an endless circle. “It’s like they’re possessed or something.”
“What’s your deal with bugs anyways…?”
“They’re just cool to me..”
The first thing people say you need to do when someone is in mourning is to be present. Showing up for them is all it’ll take to help them feel better, they say.
That’s what you and Megumi had been for each other, his sister for him, your dad father figure for you. Everything could be natural between the two of you. You had been friends for who knows how long, so you wouldn’t have to shy away from him, right?
Even with a person like that by your side at all times, you still felt like you couldn’t tell him everything. You told yourself that it was too protective him, but deep down you knew that it was fear. Fear that you’d lose him if he saw that side of you. The dark, depressing side that nobody liked seeing.
He’d never admit it, you were sure he’d take the secret to the grave. You saw the way Gojo looked at you. A type of sadness in his eyes that only came with grief.
But you weren’t dead. You only carried the burden of sharing the same laugh, same soft tone, same caring personality- as someone far from dead. Someone who still hasn’t been allowed to rest after their death, one that was supposed to be peaceful, one that was supposed to bring relief after being let go from the jujutsu world.
Basically everyone knew about you. They were all convinced that the daughter of a special grade sorcerer gone rogue would turn out just the same.
You had heard the whispers. How he was a traitor. The higher ups were practically waiting for you to slip up, and the moment you did, they’d take the chance to execute you.
No one would say it to your face, but you knew that they were just waiting for you to end up just like him.
You knew everyone saw you that way, even Gojo. He reassured you that the people around you would prevent the event happening all over again, but the way his voice cracked told you he was only trying to convince himself.
Megumi never saw you that way. Not with you. Never with you.
Megumi saw you in every single way you thought he couldn’t. You never caught on to his silly little antics, but everyone else saw through him so easily, because he’d never every treat anybody nearly as well as he treated you. The most they’d get is a pat on the back.
You grew up together for godsake. He knew what kept you up at night, what pissed you off, and even small things that would make you happy, even if it was just for a short while. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
He was confident enough to say that he’d immediately know if someone else was in your body. It was absurd, sure, but everyone, including yourself, knew he had a connection to your soul in a way.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, him glancing up to look at you briefly. You could tell he was tired with the culling games going on, and especially since his sister was… well.
“You okay?” You offered him a soft smile, hand squeezing his shoulder, knowing it comforted him in a way. The purple worm coiled around your arm, head making its way to rest on your shoulder as it let out a shrill squeak.
You were convinced it was about his sister. Anyone would be distraught if your sister went from being safe to the brink of death in a matter of seconds. You already had your speech ready, ready to tell him that everything would be okay, and everyone would be safe and sound.
“Don’t die on me, okay?”
A beat of silence is what it took for you to fully comprehend what he said. “What?” Your hand slipped off his shoulder, trailing down his arm.
“You’re… going to split up with us tomorrow.” His eyes never left yours.
He was right. You and yuta had both agreed to eliminate high level threats from the game and acquire more points, once again, for your friends’ survival. He knew that you’d throw yourself into danger if it meant that everyone else would make it out alive, even if it meant you wouldn’t make it.
“Hey. We’ll be fine. Yuta and I haven’t been fighting for second place for the past two years for nothing, y’know.”
‘We’.
He wasn’t worried about yuta. Yuta was strategic with the way he fought. Yuta wouldn’t let anyone touch him unless he wanted them to.
You were different. You were so destructive that no one left your battles unscathed. The only problem was thag your body would act first before your brain could get a chance to react. What was the word?
Reckless.
“Promise me you’ll put yourself first.”
“Megumi, you know I-”
“[Name].”
You released a shaky sigh. “I… I promise.”
You left early the next morning, swinging your weapon around in your hands. Yuji patted you on the back, yapping his head about ‘how cool you were’. Your giggle rang through Megumi’s ear, almost sending him into a trance.
You sent him a wave as you left, and he raised his right hand in response. Yuji smirked at the redness dusting Megumi’s ears, nudging him in the shoulder playfully. Everyone and their mother heard the loud thud of Yuji hitting the ground.
Megumi felt a wave of relief wash over him when he heard that yuji had successfully added a rule to the culling games. At that point, he hadn’t heard from you for several days. He had to mutter that you were fine to himself under his breath because something in the back of his head was telling him that something was wrong.
“You think [Name]’s alright?” Megumi whispered to his best friend, earning a groan from him.
“Oh my gosh, she’s probably fine. Did you forget the story of how she beat the shit out of yuta right before he left for Africa? Let me tell you Fushiguro, she’s scary. I swear I felt her cursed energy spike when we first saw him.” Yuji winced.
Yuta’s ears perked up. “You know she sat behind Itadori the entire time he was asleep after I pretended to execute him? Staring at me. I think she was waiting for me to fall asleep so she could… y’know.” He shuddered at the mere thought.
Megumi took their word for it, but he couldn’t shake the weird feeling he had blooming in his chest.
He felt a tap on his shoulder a few hours later, forcing him to look up. He let out the breath he was holding for the last few days when he noticed you walking towards them, finally regrouping with the to prepare for the final battle.
He inspected all your injuries. Just a few cuts, bruises and scratches here and there, not anything too severe, though. His jaw did in fact hit the floor when you told him you were thrown across a city during your battle, landing you a nasty multicolored bruise on your ribcage.
You and yuji decided to accompany megumi to visit the hospital where his sister was staying. The three of you walked side by side, with Megumi in the middle. Though your other side felt empty. Colder. Your group had always been four.
Someone was missing.
You and felt Megumi’s eyes on you for a while now, so you finally decided to speak up.
“Something on your mind, Megs?” You hummed, hands behind your back.
“Hey, can I ask you something strange?” His steps slowed, Yuji’s gaze flickering back at forth between you two. You paused a few steps ahead, spinning around with a grin to face him. The soda in Yuji’s hand tightened.
“What, you wanna confess your love for me?” You chirped.
“Hell nah.”
His eyelashes fluttered. “You see, something’s been on my mind for quite a while now. I gotta know. I’ve been thinking about this ever since you rejoined the group.”
You snorted, waiting for him to say something stupid like how you weren’t wearing your uniform anymore. The sleeves were practically torn apart during your fight, so naturally, you had changed out of it for both comfort and convenience.
“You’re…” the hesitation was evident in his voice.
“You’re not [name], are you?”
… huh?
Yuji could only stare as your face fell, that is, if it was even your face. By ‘your’ reaction, he could tell what megumi was saying was somehow correct. You looked the same, you sounded the same and you most definitely acted the same.
His soda had fallen to the ground. You stood in silence for so long, a small line of ants had made their way towards the pool of sugar.
Your face twisted into an uncharacteristically wide smile. “I thought… I thought I imitated her perfectly.”
Megumi felt his soul crush. He had felt like he had control of his life for once, but that mindset came crumbling down when he realized you weren’t you. He had awaited patiently for your return, and what he got wasn’t that at all.
He couldn’t have anything, could he? First his parents, then his sister, then gojo getting sealed, now you. The one person he thought he’d never lose.
“Allow a rule… allowing entry and exit across colony borders.”
Yuji felt his breath catch in his throat. “The fuck?”
“Who the hell are you?” It sounded more like a demand than a question. Whoever was in your body, he swore on his life he would get them out fast.
“I’m Yorozu. Maybe people of the past would know of me.”
She went on and on about how she wanted to fight sukuna, but Megumi could only focus on the fact that somebody else was using your body as a vessel. Your skin.
How could she have even?..
He snapped out of it, watching you flutter off into the distance. It was sick. She had made use of your memories to impersonate you.
“Enchain.”
Shit.
Everything happens too fast. One second Yuji was there, Sukuna the next. Everything around him seemed to blur as Sukuna ripped off his own finger.
He raised two fists. “With this treasure, I summon-”
Megumi had never been quick enough, especially against someone like Sukuna. Sukuna had gotten ahold of him, and something had been shoved down his throat, and he had swallowed it unwillingly.
Before he knew it, his body didn’t belong to him anymore. It’s not like he had the will to fight back.
Soulmates, am I right? Both you of you had your lives ripped away from you, on the same day even.
Yorozu had ended up fighting Sukuna with your and her cursed technique combined. Both of you were both prisoners in your own mind, and you could only witness the fight within your head. The sight of you fighting him made your stomach churn. You would never willingly hurt him.
No one had ever used your technique better than you. Some would even say you were the best of your clan in history.
She hadn’t fought for 1000 years. She was never going to win, leading to her death. You were just a kid caught in the crossfire of it all.
Sukuna could’ve gone after Tsumiki. That was the easy way out. But no, he had to chase after you. He liked the challenge, and he knew it would hurt Megumi way more.
Sure, Tsumiki dying would still kill him inside, but she was in a coma. She’d only survive if someone was there protecting her.
You were not. You were fully capable of defending yourself. The thought of you fighting to survive, only to die hurt him in unimaginable ways.
Two kids died that day. One physically, one mentally.
[ SYNOPSIS ] — After noticing your newly settled stretch marks, yuuji mistakenly thinks you're having a crisis over them and makes it his mission to remind you that if your body has changed, his love for you certainly hasn't.
[ PAIRING ] — bf!yuuji itadori x confident!reader
[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, body positivity, non sorcerer au, yuuji and reader are both 24, fluff fluff, no hurt just comfort, this is v self indulgent so I'm sorry if reader does not resonate. w.c: 3.3k art by: @nackseojang
"Stop hovering!" Yuuji said, bumping his hip against yours to nudge you away from the stove. "The pancakes aren't going to cook faster just because you're staring at them."
"I'm starving," you pointed out, crossing your arms but taking a step back. "And it's not my fault the cinnamon smells so good."
"Nice try, but flattery won't get you early access." With a quick, practiced motion, he flipped the last fluffy, golden-brown disc and slid it onto the stack. He tapped your hand away when you reached for a loose blueberry. "Plates first, thief."
"You're mean."
"I'm literally making you breakfast," he shot back, turning off the burner. He handed you a warm plate, his expression softening into an easy smile as he looked you over in his oversized hoodie. "So, do you still wanna go out later or are we being lazy?"
"Lazy," you answered immediately, finally snagging a piece of fruit. "I'm not leaving the couch."
"Figured," Yuuji laughed, picking up his own plate. "Living room it is."
Life with Yuuji was incredibly easy. It was safe, filled with slow mornings, hearty breakfasts, and endless warmth. The constant, high-stress running around from your teenage years was long behind you both. Now, your days were slower, sweeter, and infinitely more comfortable.
That deep-seated comfort had physically settled into you, too. The sharp, nervous energy of your youth had melted away over the years, and your body had softened in response to the peace. You were eating well, resting properly, and letting yourself just be. Your figure had widened and settled into new gentle curves, your skin quietly stretching and making room for this happier, softer version of you.
It wasn't until a few days later that you realized exactly how much evidence there was of that peaceful transition.
You happened to be fresh out of the shower. The bathroom mirror was completely fogged up, the air thick with the smell of your body wash. You wiped a circle in the condensation so you could see your reflection, reaching for your bottle of daily moisturizer.
As you smoothed the lotion over your legs, you caught sight of something near your hip.
You paused, leaning closer to the mirror. There, tracking across the side of your hip and fading down into your upper thigh, were several faint, reddish-purple lines.
You blinked, twisting your body slightly to get a better look. You rubbed your thumb over the skin. It felt slightly textured. Stretch marks.
"Oh wow," you muttered to yourself.
Honestly, you were a little surprised. During your most active years, when your body was going through rapid growth spurts and your weight was fluctuating from sports seasons to off-seasons, you hadn't developed a single one. You had friends in high school who had them on their calves, their shoulders, their stomachs. You had somehow bypassed that entirely.
Now, at twenty-four, they had decided to show up.
You let out a quiet sigh, staring at them. You weren't devastated, but it was definitely a minor bummer. It was just another reminder that you were getting older, that your body was changing in ways you couldn't completely control. You spent a few more seconds inspecting them, feeling a brief wave of disappointment, before shrugging it off. It was whatever. Everyone got them eventually.
You pumped some more lotion into your hands and went back to moisturizing.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Yuji poked his head in. "Hey, did you use the last of the—oh, sorry."
"It's fine," you said, not bothering to cover up. "The last of the what?"
"The good toothpaste," Yuuji said, stepping into the bathroom. He leaned against the door, his eyes dropping naturally to where your hands were resting on your thighs.
He paused. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his gaze lingered on your hips.
"Yeah, I finished it this morning. There's a new tube in the second drawer down," you told him, turning away from the mirror to grab your towel.
"Oh. Okay. Cool," Yuuji said, his voice dropping a fraction of an octave. He opened the drawer, found the toothpaste, and stood there for a second. "You okay?"
You looked at him, confused. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason," Yuuji said quickly, flashing a bright, slightly forced smile. "Just asking. You looked like you were thinking hard about something."
"Just thinking about what we should do for dinner," you lied smoothly, not really feeling like having a conversation about your skin while standing naked in a damp bathroom. "Can we just order Thai food?"
"Thai sounds perfect," Yuuji said, stepping backward out of the bathroom. "I'll look at the menu."
Once the door clicked shut, you didn't think anything else of it. You got dressed in your pajamas, ordered your food, and spent the rest of the night watching TV on the couch cuddling with your boyfriend.
But for Yuuji, that brief moment in the bathroom had set off alarms in his head.
Yuji loved you. He loved everything about you, and he spent a lot of time looking at you. He knew the exact shade of your eyes, he knew which side of your mouth tipped up higher when you smiled, and he absolutely knew that those stripes on your thighs hadn't been there a few days ago.
He also knew you. He remembered conversations from a couple of years ago, when you had joked about being biologically gifted because you made it through years without a single stretch mark despite basically doing every single physical activity known to man. He also knew how media and society got into people's heads about body image.
So, when he saw you staring at your legs in the mirror, letting out that heavy sigh, Yuuji immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.
Oh no, he thought, pacing the living room while he waited for the Thai food to arrive. They're upset about them. They're going to get insecure. What if they start wearing long pants all summer? What if they hate themselves?
Yuuji was not the type of guy to sit back and do nothing when he thought his partner was upset. If there was a problem, he wanted to fix it. But he also knew that pointing them out and saying, "Hey, don't worry about those huge stretch marks!" was probably the worst possible way to handle the situation.
No, he had to be subtle. He had to make sure you felt loved, beautiful, and completely secure in your body without ever mentioning the actual reason he was doing it.
Yuuji decided that the "Operation: Make You Feel Amazing" campaign would start immediately the next morning.
You were standing in the kitchen, pouring your coffee, wearing an old, oversized promotional t-shirt from a hardware store and a pair of flannel pajama pants that were entirely too warm for the season.
Yuuji walked into the kitchen, stopped dead in his tracks, and looked at you like you were on the cover of a magazine.
"Wow," he breathed out.
You paused, coffee mug halfway to your mouth. You looked behind you, expecting to see something cool outside the window. "What?"
"Nothing," Yuji said, walking over and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the side of your head. "You just look really, really hot."
You squinted at him. "I haven't brushed my hair yet, and I have sleep crease near my eyes."
"I love the sleep crease," Yuji said seriously. "It shows you slept well!"
"Okay..." you said slowly, taking a sip of your coffee. "Thank you?"
At night, the two of you were sprawled out on the couch watching a documentary about wildlife. You had changed into a pair of loose gym shorts, your legs draped over Yuji’s lap. He was absentmindedly rubbing your calves, which was normal.
What wasn't normal was his sudden, unprompted philosophical rambling.
On the screen, a massive Bengal tiger was walking through the jungle grass.
"Tigers are so cool," Yuji said quietly.
"Yeah, they're cute," you agreed, watching the massive animal on the TV.
"You know what the coolest part about them is?" Yuji asked, his hand moving up from your calf to rest warmly on your thigh, his thumb brushing right over the area where your new stretch marks sat. "Their stripes."
"Their stripes," you repeated, looking away from the TV to look at him.
"Yeah," Yuji said, his voice completely serious. He was staring directly at your leg. "It makes them unique. It shows they're, like, fierce! A lot of things have stripes or marks. It's totally natural. It's actually a sign of growth. Nobody looks at a tiger and thinks, 'Ew, those lines are ugly.' They think, 'Wow, that tiger is beautiful.'"
You blinked. You looked at the TV. You looked at Yuuji.
"Yuuji," you said slowly. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"No!" Yuji said quickly, his face flushing a dull red. "I'm just saying! In nature! Marks are cool! And beautiful! That's all!"
"O...kay," you said, thoroughly confused.
It didn't stop there. Over the next three days, Yuuji was practically glued to your side. He complimented everything. He complimented your outfit for work, even though it was the same slacks and blouse you wore every other week. He complimented the way you chopped vegetables for dinner. He walked past you in the hallway and grabbed your hips—right over where the stretch marks were hidden by your clothes—giving them an affectionate squeeze and telling you that you felt amazing.
By Thursday evening, you were getting suspicious.
You were sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone, when Yuuji walked through the front door after his shift at the community center. He dropped his gym bag by the door and walked over to you, placing a plastic shopping bag on the counter.
"Hey," you greeted him, looking up. "What's that?"
"Just stopped by the pharmacy on the way home," Yuji said casually, taking off his jacket. He pulled a large, round tub out of the bag and slid it across the counter toward you. "I saw this and thought of you."
You picked up the tub. The label read Ultra-Hydrating Raw Shea and Butter: For Deep Skin Repair and Elasticity. You stared at it. Then you looked up at Yuuji, who was suddenly finding the refrigerator magnets incredibly interesting.
"Yuuji..." you said slowly. "Did you just buy me stretch marks cream?"
"What? No!" Yuuji said, his voice pitching up slightly. He cleared his throat and tried again, aiming for casual. "No, definitely not. A guy at work just said it smells really good. Like coconuts. And I know you like coconuts."
"A guy at work," you repeated deadpan. "One of the basketball coaches at the community center recommended ultra-hydrating cocoa butter to you."
"Yeah. Coach Gojo. He's very passionate about moisturizing," Yuji lied terribly.
You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you, you opened the tube and brought it up to your nose. "It smells like mango, Yuuji. Not coconut."
"Mango, coconut, it's all tropical," Yuji deflected, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. "Anyway, it's just lotion. Use it if you want."
You looked down at the tub in your hands. It was actually a really expensive brand. You put it to the side, feeling a mix of amusement and confusion. Yuuji had been acting weird all week, and now this. You figured he was just going through one of his hyper-affectionate phases. He did that sometimes—got overly completely wrapped up in making sure you were taken care of. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much, even if it was a little ridiculous occasionally.
Friday night rolled around, bringing with it your usual end-of-the-week exhaustion. You both agreed that cooking was entirely out of the question, so Yuuji ordered two massive pizzas while you set up the living room for a movie marathon.
You changed out of your work clothes as quickly as possible, opting for a loose tank top and a pair of soft, grey gym shorts that rode high on your thighs. You grabbed a blanket and claimed your spot on the couch just as the delivery guy knocked on the door.
Ten minutes later, the two of you were settled. The TV was playing some terrible action movie you had picked specifically because it required zero brain power to follow. You were leaning back against the armrest, your legs stretched out across the cushions.
Yuuji was sitting sideways, leaning against your legs. He had a slice of pepperoni pizza in one hand, and his other hand was resting casually on your bare thigh.
It was nice. Comfortable. You were halfway through your second slice of pizza when you realized what Yuuji's hand was doing.
His fingers were tracing light, repetitive circles on the side of your thigh, right where the new stretch marks began. He wasn't pressing hard, just absentmindedly dragging his thumb over the textured skin. He did it for a few minutes, completely engrossed in the movie, before he suddenly stopped.
You felt his hand go completely still. He slowly pulled his hand back, resting it on his own knee instead.
You frowned, looking away from the TV. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Yuuji said quickly, taking a huge bite of his pizza.
"You stopped," you pointed out.
"Stopped what?"
"Petting my leg. It felt nice."
Yuuji swallowed his food, looking incredibly guilty. He wiped his hands on a napkin, stalling for time. He looked at the TV, then down at the pizza box, and finally up at you. His golden-brown eyes were dead serious, filled with a gentle, overwhelming sincerity that made you instantly nervous.
"Did someone die?" you asked, half-joking.
"No!" Yuuji said quickly. He shifted on the couch so he was fully facing you. He took a deep breath, resting his hands on his knees like he was about to deliver a prepared speech. "Look. I just want you to know that I love you. So much. And I think you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out."
You blinked at him. "Okay. Thank you. I love you too. Why are we doing this right now?"
"Because," Yuuji pushed on, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. He reached out and gently placed his hand exactly where it had been a minute ago, right over the stretch marks on your hip. "I know things change. Our bodies change. And it's hard when you used to be an athlete, and now things are different. But you don't have to hide anything from me. I don't care about these. I honestly think they're cute."
You stared at him, letting his words process. You looked at his hand resting on your hip, then back up to his earnest face.
Suddenly, everything clicked.
The sudden influx of compliments. Squeezing your hips in the hallway. Coach Gojo's allegedly favorite mango shea butter.
You let out a loud, sudden bark of laughter. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to hold it in, but the sheer absurdity of the situation got the better of you.
Yuuji's serious expression instantly melted into absolute confusion. "Why are you laughing? I’m pouring my heart out here!"
"You—" you gasped, lowering your hand. "You thought I was having a crisis over stretch marks?"
"Well, yeah!" Yuuji defended himself, a slight flush rising to his cheeks. "I saw you looking at them in the mirror, and you sighed, and you looked really sad! And you were so proud you didn't have them before, so I thought you were upset about it."
You let out a long breath, a fond smile taking over your face. "Yuuji, did you really buy me sixty-dollar cream over this?"
"I was trying to be supportive!" he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I didn't want to point them out if you were insecure about them, so I tried to help you quietly..."
"Come here," you said, reaching out and pulling his hands away from his face. You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You are literally the sweetest person alive, I can't believe you sometimes."
"I was just worried," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against your shoulder.
"I appreciate it, I really do," you said, running a hand through his pink hair. "But I'm not devastated. I'm not even really insecure about them."
Yuuji pulled back slightly to look at you. "You're not?"
"Not really," you shrugged, looking down at your own leg. You ran your fingers over the faint lines. "I mean, when I first noticed them, I was a little disappointed. I guess I really did think I was immune to them for some reason. It's just kind of annoying, you know? Like finding a new wrinkle or a gray hair. You're just like, 'Aw man, really?'"
"So you're not trying to hide them?" Yuuji asked.
"Yuuji, I am wearing shorts that are riding halfway up my ass," you pointed out reasonably. "If I was trying to hide them, I would have put on sweatpants."
Yuuji looked at your shorts, then back at your face. "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."
"It's just part of getting older," you told him softly. "My hips are a little wider now than they were when I was sixteen. Weight distributes differently. It's normal. I don't love them, but I don't hate them either. They're just... there."
Yuuji let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly dropping. He slumped forward, resting his head heavily on your chest. "Thank God. I spent the last three days stressing out, trying to figure out how to tell you you're hot without sounding like a creep."
You laughed, resting your cheek on top of his head. "Well, for the record, the 'you look beautiful this morning' thing was nice. The 'Coach Gojo likes mango lotion' thing was terrible."
"Hey, Coach Gojo actually does have great skin," Yuji mumbled into your shirt.
"I'll take your word for it."
Yuuji lifted his head, his usual bright, sunny smile returning to his face. He looked down at your legs, his hand moving to gently trace the marks again. This time, there was no hesitation. Just the familiar comforting weight of his touch.
"Well, for what it's worth," he said quietly, looking back up at your eyes. "I still think they're cute."
You rolled your eyes, feeling a warm rush of affection in your chest. "You think everything I do is cute."
"That's because it is," Yuuji said matter-of-factly. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your mouth. "Now, are you going to finish that pizza, or can I have it?"
"Don't even think about it," you warned, reaching over him to grab your half-eaten slice off the plate. "You already ate an entire pizza by yourself."
"I'm a growing boy!"
"You're twenty-four, Yuji. The only thing growing is our grocery bill."
Yuuji laughed, a loud, bright sound that filled the small living room. He settled back into his original position, leaning against your legs, his hand resting comfortably on your hip. The action movie continued playing in the background, explosions and dramatic dialogue filling the silence, but neither of you were really paying attention anymore.
You took a bite of your pizza, looking down at Yuuji. He was completely relaxed, his thumb absently rubbing over your skin. You looked down at the faint lines on your thigh. They were still there, and they probably always would be. They were a permanent addition to your body.
But sitting here, in your comfortable apartment, eating greasy takeout with a guy who would apparently spend three days aggressively complimenting you just to make sure you didn't feel bad about yourself?
You decided you really didn't mind them at all. They were just proof that you were living, growing, and changing. And if Yuuji didn't care, then neither should you.
i’ve done this millions of times before but I’m still horrified omg💔💔
so uh… moots?
WTH I DIDN'T EXPECT THISSS HELLOOOO !!!!! <33
believe it or not i was planning to hop into your inbox one of these days to ask to be moots too but decided to finish my upcoming fic first so i got sumthin to flex 🤸♀️🤸♀️
also i was literally just binge reading a bunch of your fics last night too teehee i love the way you write megumi 🤭🤍🤍
anyways enough rambling LOL i'd love to be moots with you !!! 🫶
HELLO TO MY SMALL CIRCLE OF AUDIENCE TEEHEE
i'm surprised there's already five of you when i still have nothing to flex omfg...
i'm not yet done with my megumi fic but like i'm already GIGGLING from what i've cooked up so far omg i'm lowkey a schizo
to be honest , i wanted to post it in halves (because i'm too excited to show it off despite the possibility of no one being able to read my fic) but giving it much more thought i'd rather post the whole thing all and all + making megumi end up together with reader for the ending ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
— if it says my requests are "paused" in my bio, it just means i'm currently working on another fanfic at that moment but is still very open to receiving any requests from my inbox !! otherwise, open & closed mean what they mean 🫶
— in default , i make my fics in fem!povs !! will do my best to make any povs too but i'm not sure about male povs but depending on your request i'll do my best <3
— i'm open to making a fic from MOSTLY any fandom & character (just ask) !! also omg don't try requesting one of N@oya i hate that guy sorry 💔
— i'm also open to making a fic of MOSTLY any genre (just ask) !! of course obviously discluding any of the problematic ones like: pedophilia , incest , SA , etc.
— follow up to the previous statement , please do note i maaaay not be too good with writing smut just yet 💔 BUT I'LL DO MY BEST TO HONE THE SKILL
— i unfortunately procastinate and tend to get busy a lot so give me some time </3 i just want to do fanfic writing on the side with my stressful architecture student life because writing is my passion alongside drawing :D
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— any kind of hate expressed and left anywhere on my account will be ignored / deleted and be delt with silently (unless needed to be addressed properly and publicly) !! i'm aware this is the internet and hate is unfortunately becoming normalized , but i do wish to keep my account away from so.
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