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[meguubear]

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♡ 18+ | she/her | southeast asian american | ambivert? | megumi lover | personal blog | est. 2021

Our Extended Play ᯓ➤ 10:36 , Glue Song |

── .✦ the perfect pair ʚɞ

❛❛I'm still afraid of the dark. But mornings are scarier. 'Cause when I'm awake I spend half of my day wondering what. To do.❞

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[meguubear]

Glue Song

dry texts megumi fushiguro sends when he misses you.ᐟ

Introduction - you’ve never known someone like megumi. in the beginning of your relationship, he was very hard to read, like a closed book. whenever you were apart, it felt like glue being stretched, getting thinner the farther you are. you always ended up missing him. but texting him made you overthink. you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. over time, you soon figured out his way of expressing his want, actually his need for your presence. it’s no longer secret that he is also tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue.

Coming back from a mission.ᐟ

the sun is already going below the horizon. ijichi had come to pick you up after the mission dragged on longer than it was supposed to. all you wanted to do was flop onto your bed waiting at your dorm. though it’s not the only thing anticipating your return. events from the battlefield overflow your head that’s resting against the car window. the weight of everything made your lids feel heavy. instead of fighting curses, you are now fighting to stay awake. yes, you could’ve just slept in the car, but right now you are still stuck in fight-or-flight mode. as tempting as it was you couldn’t risk being attacked again, especially in a vulnerable state. that is until your phone lights up, illuminating the darkness in the car. you lower down the brightness and that is when you see a text from your boyfriend. your heart does little flips seeing his name on the screen. his message reads…

[Megumi] “You back yet?”

a tired smile forms on your face. slightly more awake now than a few seconds ago.

[You] “not yet. i’m still like 20min away. do u miss me?? ;)”

[Megumi] “Mission went on longer than expected.”

[You] “don’t try dodging the question meg. admit you have me on your mind.”

[Megumi] . . .

he’s taking a little too long to form a text. you debate on whether you should tease him.

[Megumi] “Just, call me when you arrive.”

[You] “oki doki!”

the smile on your face since earlier has widened, now brighter than the stars, shining in the night sky. exhaustion replaced by excitement. knowing him, a medical kit and lecture will be ready.

Staying in your room all day.ᐟ

it’s already almost noon. you woke up a little late, but since it’s the weekend, you didn’t really mind. decided to just stay in bed a little longer, closing your eyes, imagining scenarios, scrolling on your phone, reading, etc. oh how productive you are. rest assured, you aren’t always like this. when you check the time it’s already past 2pm. oopsie, you forgot to eat breakfast, let alone lunch. in your mind, you’re thinking it’s too late, just wait until dinner. which feeds into your laziness of not wanting to getting up. half of your body is hanging off the bed, your arm swinging back and forth. one foot on the floor to keep you balanced. you were in the middle of rolling out of bed before you got lazy again. guilt was starting to eat at you for not doing anything. then a ding! from your phone made you forget the feeling. finally, you sit up to check your notifications with megumi’s being at the top.

[Megumi] “Eat.”

right, you guys usually eat together at the school cafeteria. sometimes other places, like your dorms. there are times you both don’t eat together, which is uncommon.

[You] “hi megu”

[You] how do u know if i ate already or not?”

[Megumi] “I don’t. Haven’t seen you.”

[You] “aww were you craving for me?”

[Megumi] “?”

[You] “what if i told u i already ate” (lies)

[Megumi] “Then eat more.”

[You] “i think u just want to see me”

[Megumi] “Are you coming or not?”

Jeez, so bossy. you thought.

[You] “finee i’ll get out of bed”

suddenly, you have a lot of energy and the need to kiss your stubborn boyfie to death. maybe not to death, but until he admits he felt lonely eating without you.

You aren’t in bed with him.ᐟ

almost past curfew and you’re still in the common room with nobara and yuji. earlier, megumi was around; he left an hour and a half ago. the duo will get the three of you in trouble if they don’t stop their bickering from getting louder than it is right now. you find it quite entertaining though, they are always making you giggle. somehow, you were caught in the crossfire when things got physical. yuji started using you as a shield against nobara, who was trying to pull his hair. there was too much pushing and pulling causing your phone to slip from your hand. it lands on yuji’s toe.. his grip on you loosens. quickly, he covered his mouth with a hand, yelps muffled. this resulted in him dragged by the hair, now on the wooden floor. you picked up your phone, inspecting it. a banner from megumi slipped into view.

[Megumi] “Come sleep.”

your eyes widened when you remembered the plan to sleep over at megumi’s dorm. (secretly)

[You] “must be cold without me”

[Megumi] “I’m going to lock the door.”

[You] “5 more minutes gumi??”

[Megumi] “Do you want to get caught?”

[You] “if it’s with you i don’t mind handsome”

[Megumi] “Don’t be stupid.” (his ears are pink)

[Megumi] “Come now, before Yuji heads back too.”

[You] “On my way!”

indeed, he was cold. megumi would never admit the hard time he had sleeping without you. reluctantly, your boyfriend let you be the big spoon since you kept on insisting.

Outside with his divine dogs.ᐟ

the weather outside was so nice. of course, you couldn’t pass up this opportunity to walk megumi’s divine dogs. although they aren’t actual pets, it’s still enjoyable. back when the two of you were still friends, it took a lot more begging and pleading for him to summon them. now he just sighs after one try, muttering under his breath. sometimes, kuro and shiro can get a little… rough. once, or probably a few times, they chased you, which ended in them tackling you to the ground. megumi doesn’t have to know about that, though. time flies by fast when you’re having fun. you’ve been out for over two hours now. you probably would’ve stayed a little longer if someone basically begged you to come back. you’re now lying on the grass courtyard. kuro and shiro are above you, breathing heavily as they examine you. feeling the ground vibrate, you grab your phone. fallen from your pocket.

[Megumi] “Bring the dogs inside.”

[You] “already??? do they have to go now? D:”

[Megumi] “It’s been long enough. They have training.”

[You] “if you need them can’t you just spawn them to your side?”

[Megumi] “It’s better if you bring them.”

[You] “why?”

[Megumi] “Stop asking, just do it.”

[You] “and you say i do too much”

[Megumi] “Hurry up.”

[You] “hehe so needy”

[Megumi] “Shut up.”

sigh, obviously it’s you that he wants back. not that you’re complaining. pretty sure some of his cursed energy has been drained, so he wouldn’t be training the demon dogs anyway. unfortunately, the minute you arrive, they will be dispelled.

ᯓ★ Bonus.ᐟ

“Megs! I’m leaving now” you call out.

megumi gets up from his spot on the edge of the bed. his tall frame is now before you.

“Stay out of trouble,” he reminds you.

“Psh- who do you think I am?”

“You, including Itadori and Kugisaki, are trouble.”

“Hmph, but I’m your favorite.”

a small smirk appears on his face. he’s not denying it.

you point at your right cheek, “Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me!”

a soft huff, his version of a laugh, escapes him. megumi leans down, he doesn’t kiss your cheek. instead you feel a light pressure on your lips. it catches you off guard. after he pulls away, you’re left a blushing mess.

“That’s cheating!”

he pinches your cheek out of cuteness aggression.

“Ouch,” you squeaked, holding your cheek.

“You’ll be late.”

you pout, “I guess I’ll leave now…”

before you fully walk out the door, you turn around and say, “I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!”

he waves goodbye, then the door shuts. soon afterward, you text him.

[You] “i think we are stuck by glue. i already feel a force pulling me back to you.”

megumi scoffs at that. he never thought he’d find you, but you're here, and so he loves you.

[Megumi] “You’re annoying.

[Megumi] . . .

[Megumi] Come back soon.”

you’re not wrong when you say, "I've been stuck by the glue onto you.”

he’s been stuck by glue. right onto you.

಄ notes: it’s the first of the month! sorry for those who thought this was a smau. i’m a bit worried about this. i cringe at the fact that the word “glue” is repeated like five times.

p.s. did you find all of beabadoobee’s lyric references in the story? :3

[meguubear]

Glue Song

dry texts megumi fushiguro sends when he misses you.ᐟ

Introduction - you’ve never known someone like megumi. in the beginning of your relationship, he was very hard to read, like a closed book. whenever you were apart, it felt like glue being stretched, getting thinner the farther you are. you always ended up missing him. but texting him made you overthink. you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. over time, you soon figured out his way of expressing his want, actually his need for your presence. it’s no longer secret that he is also tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue.

Coming back from a mission.ᐟ

the sun is already going below the horizon. ijichi had come to pick you up after the mission dragged on longer than it was supposed to. all you wanted to do was flop onto your bed waiting at your dorm. though it’s not the only thing anticipating your return. events from the battlefield overflow your head that’s resting against the car window. the weight of everything made your lids feel heavy. instead of fighting curses, you are now fighting to stay awake. yes, you could’ve just slept in the car, but right now you are still stuck in fight-or-flight mode. as tempting as it was you couldn’t risk being attacked again, especially in a vulnerable state. that is until your phone lights up, illuminating the darkness in the car. you lower down the brightness and that is when you see a text from your boyfriend. your heart does little flips seeing his name on the screen. his message reads…

[Megumi] “You back yet?”

a tired smile forms on your face. slightly more awake now than a few seconds ago.

[You] “not yet. i’m still like 20min away. do u miss me?? ;)”

[Megumi] “Mission went on longer than expected.”

[You] “don’t try dodging the question meg. admit you have me on your mind.”

[Megumi] . . .

he’s taking a little too long to form a text. you debate on whether you should tease him.

[Megumi] “Just, call me when you arrive.”

[You] “oki doki!”

the smile on your face since earlier has widened, now brighter than the stars, shining in the night sky. exhaustion replaced by excitement. knowing him, a medical kit and lecture will be ready.

Staying in your room all day.ᐟ

it’s already almost noon. you woke up a little late, but since it’s the weekend, you didn’t really mind. decided to just stay in bed a little longer, closing your eyes, imagining scenarios, scrolling on your phone, reading, etc. oh how productive you are. rest assured, you aren’t always like this. when you check the time it’s already past 2pm. oopsie, you forgot to eat breakfast, let alone lunch. in your mind, you’re thinking it’s too late, just wait until dinner. which feeds into your laziness of not wanting to getting up. half of your body is hanging off the bed, your arm swinging back and forth. one foot on the floor to keep you balanced. you were in the middle of rolling out of bed before you got lazy again. guilt was starting to eat at you for not doing anything. then a ding! from your phone made you forget the feeling. finally, you sit up to check your notifications with megumi’s being at the top.

[Megumi] “Eat.”

right, you guys usually eat together at the school cafeteria. sometimes other places, like your dorms. there are times you both don’t eat together, which is uncommon.

[You] “hi megu”

[You] how do u know if i ate already or not?”

[Megumi] “I don’t. Haven’t seen you.”

[You] “aww were you craving for me?”

[Megumi] “?”

[You] “what if i told u i already ate” (lies)

[Megumi] “Then eat more.”

[You] “i think u just want to see me”

[Megumi] “Are you coming or not?”

Jeez, so bossy. you thought.

[You] “finee i’ll get out of bed”

suddenly, you have a lot of energy and the need to kiss your stubborn boyfie to death. maybe not to death, but until he admits he felt lonely eating without you.

You aren’t in bed with him.ᐟ

almost past curfew and you’re still in the common room with nobara and yuji. earlier, megumi was around; he left an hour and a half ago. the duo will get the three of you in trouble if they don’t stop their bickering from getting louder than it is right now. you find it quite entertaining though, they are always making you giggle. somehow, you were caught in the crossfire when things got physical. yuji started using you as a shield against nobara, who was trying to pull his hair. there was too much pushing and pulling causing your phone to slip from your hand. it lands on yuji’s toe.. his grip on you loosens. quickly, he covered his mouth with a hand, yelps muffled. this resulted in him dragged by the hair, now on the wooden floor. you picked up your phone, inspecting it. a banner from megumi slipped into view.

[Megumi] “Come sleep.”

your eyes widened when you remembered the plan to sleep over at megumi’s dorm. (secretly)

[You] “must be cold without me”

[Megumi] “I’m going to lock the door.”

[You] “5 more minutes gumi??”

[Megumi] “Do you want to get caught?”

[You] “if it’s with you i don’t mind handsome”

[Megumi] “Don’t be stupid.” (his ears are pink)

[Megumi] “Come now, before Yuji heads back too.”

[You] “On my way!”

indeed, he was cold. megumi would never admit the hard time he had sleeping without you. reluctantly, your boyfriend let you be the big spoon since you kept on insisting.

Outside with his divine dogs.ᐟ

the weather outside was so nice. of course, you couldn’t pass up this opportunity to walk megumi’s divine dogs. although they aren’t actual pets, it’s still enjoyable. back when the two of you were still friends, it took a lot more begging and pleading for him to summon them. now he just sighs after one try, muttering under his breath. sometimes, kuro and shiro can get a little… rough. once, or probably a few times, they chased you, which ended in them tackling you to the ground. megumi doesn’t have to know about that, though. time flies by fast when you’re having fun. you’ve been out for over two hours now. you probably would’ve stayed a little longer if someone didn’t basically beg you to come back. you’re now lying on the grass courtyard. kuro and shiro are above you, breathing heavily as they examine you. feeling the ground vibrate, you grab your phone. fallen from your pocket.

[Megumi] “Bring the dogs inside.”

[You] “already??? do they have to go now? D:”

[Megumi] “It’s been long enough. They have training.”

[You] “if you need them can’t you just spawn them to your side?”

[Megumi] “It’s better if you bring them.”

[You] “why?”

[Megumi] “Stop asking, just do it.”

[You] “and you say i do too much”

[Megumi] “Hurry up.”

[You] “hehe so needy”

[Megumi] “Shut up.”

sigh, obviously it’s you that he wants back. not that you’re complaining. pretty sure some of his cursed energy has been drained, so he wouldn’t be training the demon dogs anyway. unfortunately, the minute you arrive, they will be dispelled.

ᯓ★ Bonus.ᐟ

“Megs! I’m leaving now” you call out.

megumi gets up from his spot on the edge of the bed. his tall frame is now before you.

“Stay out of trouble,” he reminds you.

“Psh- who do you think I am?”

“You, including Itadori and Kugisaki, are trouble.”

“Hmph, but I’m your favorite.”

a small smirk appears on his face. he’s not denying it.

you point at your right cheek, “Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me!”

a soft huff, his version of a laugh, escapes him. megumi leans down, he doesn’t kiss your cheek. instead you feel a light pressure on your lips. it catches you off guard. after he pulls away, you’re left a blushing mess.

“That’s cheating!”

he pinches your cheek out of cuteness aggression.

“Ouch,” you squeaked, holding your cheek.

“You’ll be late.”

you pout, “I guess I’ll leave now…”

before you fully walk out the door, you turn around and say, “I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!”

he waves goodbye, then the door shuts. soon afterward, you text him.

[You] “i think we are stuck by glue. i already feel a force pulling me back to you.”

megumi scoffs at that. he never thought he’d find you, but you're here, and so he loves you.

[Megumi] “You’re annoying.”

[Megumi] . . .

[Megumi] “Come back soon.”

you’re not wrong when you say, "I've been stuck by the glue onto you.”

he’s been stuck by glue. right onto you.

಄ notes: it’s the first of the month! sorry for those who thought this was a smau. i’m a bit worried about this. i cringe at the fact that the word “glue” is repeated like five times.

p.s. did you find all of beabadoobee’s lyric references in the story? :3

[clarasthoughtss]

Megumi always lets you play your music around him

wc: 631

sfw

Megumi had a very specific taste in music. He didn’t enjoy anything outside of the handful of groups and songs he constantly replayed, sticking to the same playlists so often you could practically predict which song would come next just by the first few notes. Still, despite how selective he was, he always let you play your music around him, no matter how little he actually liked it.

It started the day you forgot your earphones at home. You only realized halfway through the bus ride, fingers searching through your bag before the panic settled in. The ride was long, and the thought of sitting in silence the entire way made you sigh under your breath. Megumi noticed immediately. Without asking much, he pulled one earphone out and handed it to you.

“Here,” he muttered simply.

Before you could even protest, he plugged them into your phone instead of his, quietly letting you choose whatever you wanted to listen to.

You still remembered the faint crease between his brows when your playlist started. The songs were nothing like his usual music—too loud, too energetic, too emotional. Some were soft and dreamy, others bright and chaotic, overflowing with layered vocals and upbeat melodies he clearly wasn’t used to. Yet he never asked you to change it. Not once.

From then on, it became something natural between the two of you. Whenever you sat together on the bus, walked home side by side, or waited around with nothing to do, he’d silently hand you an earphone and let you play your music first.

You questioned him about it once.

“Are you sure you don’t want to play your own music?” you asked, glancing at him suspiciously.

Because honestly, you could tell he didn’t enjoy half the songs you played.

His expression barely changed as he looked ahead. “I don’t mind.”

But you knew he did.

You saw it in the subtle narrowing of his eyes whenever a singer hit a particularly high note, or in the almost imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow when an overly cheerful chorus burst through the earphones. Sometimes his fingers tapped faintly against his leg, not to the rhythm, but almost out of impatience whenever the songs became too upbeat.

And yet, he never complained.

Not even once.

He just listened quietly beside you, enduring every dramatic bridge, every sudden beat drop, every emotional lyric you sang under your breath without even realizing it.

At first, you thought he was simply tolerating it because he was polite in his own awkward way. Megumi had never been the type to voice small annoyances, especially if they didn’t matter much. But after a while, you began noticing something else.

Whenever your favorite songs came on, your entire face changed without you realizing it. Your eyes lit up instantly, softening at the edges as you mouthed the lyrics from memory. Sometimes your shoulders swayed gently to the rhythm, or your fingers tapped excitedly against your knee. There were moments when you’d quietly laugh at a line you loved, turning to him as if you wanted him to understand it too, even though he probably never would.

And every single time, Megumi looked at you instead of the road ahead.

The truth was, he loved watching you react to the music you adored. He loved the unconscious expressions that crossed your face, the way your eyes squinted when you smiled at a familiar lyric, the way your entire mood seemed to brighten from something as simple as a song.

He’d never admit it aloud, of course. Megumi wasn’t good with feelings, especially not his own. But if it meant sitting beside you like this, sharing earphones while you quietly came alive next to him, he thought he could listen to your playlists forever.

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Hii!! first oneshot! Please like it if you enjoyed it and send me requests and suggestions!! I’ll gladly accept them!! By the way, i’m sorry for any mistakes as english isn’t my first language.

[meguubear]

i love these type of fanfics. this was so cute!

[belchyra]

Let me take care of you

[ SYNOPSIS ] — You try to be the "perfect" partner to Megumi by hiding your own needs and pain so you wouldn’t be a nuisance. This habit becomes dangerous when you get badly hurt on a mission and lie about it, leading to a tearful confrontation when he finds you bleeding in secret. w.c: 4.8k

[ PAIRING ] — megumi fushiguro x people pleaser!reader

[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, canon compliant (?), hidden injury, blood, reassurance, hurt/comfort, use of [Name] once, megumi is a sweetheart as usual. Lmk if I missed anything! art by: @/hong_nock

​"You wouldn't mind taking care of these mission reports for me, would you? You're a lifesaver!"

​Satoru Gojo didn't even pause to wait for an answer, dropping a stack of heavily redacted, coffee-stained files onto your already cluttered desk. His iconic blindfold was pushed up, a devastatingly charming smile plastered across his face—the kind of smile that made it entirely impossible for anyone to refuse him.

​Your head was pounding. A dull, rhythmic thud echoed right behind your eyes, a souvenir from a consecutive string of sleepless nights. You had your own reports to file, a history exam to help Yuji study for, and Nobara had explicitly told you to be ready in twenty minutes to carry her bags through Shibuya. Your throat tightened, the word no forming perfectly on your tongue.

It was right there. All you had to do was push it past your teeth.

​"Of course, Sensei," you heard yourself say, the voice sounding entirely detached from your own body. "I'll have them on Principal Yaga's desk by three."

​"Knew I could count on you!" He gave you a cheerful salute and vanished in a blur of limitless space, leaving you staring at the mountain of paperwork. You swallowed the sigh building in your chest, picked up your pen, and started writing.

This was simply how you survived. You made yourself a skeleton key, filing down your own edges, your own needs, and your own exhaustion until you perfectly fit the lock of whatever anyone else required. If you were useful, if you were accommodating, if you smoothed out the friction in the lives of the people around you, they would never look at you and decide you were too much trouble to keep around, that's how it should be, right?

​But nowhere was this exhausting performance more prevalent than in your relationship with Megumi Fushiguro.

Megumi with his quiet nature, Megumi with his storm-clouded eyes, Megumi who shouldered so much— with Tsumiki's curse, with the expectations of having a powerful cursed technique, Megumi who you were so so so afraid of losing.

You still have a hard time believing you two are dating. The way it happened was so casual it almost felt unreal.

It wasn’t a grand confession, just a quiet surrender to everything that made you fall for him. The hallway was still buzzing with leftover energy from Yuji’s and Nobara’s laughter, but at your door, the silence felt heavy. Megumi lingered, hands shoved in his pockets, before his fingers grazed your wrist as you were about open the door. When he leaned in, it was with the soft gentleness of someone who had finally found a place to let his guard down. The kiss was brief, but you both knew exactly where you stood in each other's lives.

Yet, being his partner did not cure your affliction; it magnified it even further. You treated your relationship like fragile glass sculpture you had to constantly balance on your fingertips. You altered your entire existence to fit the mold of what you assumed was his ideal, low-maintenance partner.

You drank your tea unsweetened because he preferred bitter things, forcing the astringent liquid down your throat every morning while secretly craving sugar. You slept rigidly on the absolute edge of his mattress, your muscles cramping by dawn, just to ensure he had the lion’s share of the blankets. When he was exhausted from a mission, you swallowed your own awful, lingering trauma from the day, hiding your bruises beneath long sleeves and painting a bright, serene smile on your face so you wouldn’t add to his mental load.

And Megumi knew.

He was incredibly perceptive, and the forced perfection of your behavior was beginning to wear on him like coarse grit against his skin. He saw the way your hands shook when you agreed to take a double patrol shift. He noticed the barely perceptible flinch when he absentmindedly turned the television to a channel you secretly hated, only for you to vehemently agree that it was a great program to watch. It frustrated him.

Megumi loved you, he loved you so much it pained him, but he felt like he was dating a shadow, only moving when he did. And he did not know how to bring it up without fearing for what you would do.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The mission was supposed to be a standard Grade 2 curse eradication in an abandoned subway terminal. It was a joint assignment for the two of you, a rare opportunity to work together. But the intelligence from the auxiliary managers was flawed, as it so often was. The curse was a Grade 1, a massive, grotesque amalgamation of rusted metal and rotting flesh that moved with terrifying speed.

The battle was chaotic in the claustrophobic underground tunnels. Dust choked the air, illuminated only by the flickering, dying fluorescent lights overhead. Megumi had summoned Nue to provide aerial attacks, the electrical discharge illuminating the grim determination on his face. You were covering his blind spots, your own cursed energy manifesting in sharp and precise strikes.

It happened in a fraction of a second. The curse, recognizing Megumi as the greater threat, lunged toward him with a massive, scythe-like appendage. Megumi was mid-incantation, his hands clasped together, momentarily vulnerable.

Your body moved before your conscious mind could register the decision. The ingrained instinct to protect, to serve, to sacrifice, propelled you forward. You shoved Megumi hard, knocking him out of the trajectory of the blade.

The impact was deafening. The rusted metal sliced through the air and tore into your left side, ripping through your uniform and biting deep into the flesh of your waist. The agony was instantaneous, a blinding flare of white-hot pain that stole the oxygen from your lungs. You hit the concrete floor hard, the taste of copper flooding your mouth.

"Nue!" Megumi roared, his voice cracking with a rare, raw panic. The shikigami descended in a blinding flash of lightning, obliterating the curse in a concussive shockwave of cursed energy.

The dust settled, heavy and silent.

Megumi was beside you in an instant, his breathing ragged, his hands hovering over you as if afraid that touching you would shatter you completely. "Are you alright? Where did it hit you?" His eyes were wide, the usual cold indifference entirely stripped away, revealing the terrified boy underneath.

The pain in your side was excruciating, a throbbing, burning sensation that suggested the curse’s rusted blade had been laced with some kind of venomous energy. Blood was already soaking the fabric of your shirt, hot and sticky against your skin. You needed Shoko. You needed a stretcher.

But as you looked up into Megumi’s panic-stricken eyes, the old, familiar terror clawed at your throat. You caused this panic. You are making him worry. You ruined the mission. You are a burden.

The people pleaser within you seized the reins of your vocal cords.

You forced the agony down, burying it beneath a mountain of sheer, desperate willpower. You pushed yourself up on trembling arms, twisting your torso to hide the worst of the bleeding from his line of sight. You plastered on a smile that felt like it might crack your face in two.

"I'm fine," you lied, your voice painfully steady. "It just grazed me. I knocked the wind out of myself when I fell."

Megumi frowned, his dark brows knitting together in suspicion. He reached out to inspect your side, but you swiftly shifted away, standing up on shaking legs. The world tilted dangerously, black spots dancing in your peripheral vision, but you dug your nails into your palms to ground yourself.

"I swear, Megumi. I'm okay. Let's just report and go home. I'm exhausted." You kept your tone light, almost apologetic. "I'm sorry I got in your way. I should have been more careful."

The apology tasted vile. You had saved his life, yet you were apologizing for being in the way.

Megumi stared at you for a long, agonizing moment. The tension radiating from him was evident, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. He knew you were hiding something. He could smell the blood. But your adamant refusal to acknowledge the danger built a wall between you that he didn't know how to breach, yet he trusted your judgment, he trusted that you would tell him if the injury was serious.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave, thick with frustration and repressed anxiety. He recalled his shikigami, the shadows swallowing Nue whole. "Let's go."

The car ride back to the college was nothing less than silent torture. You sat pressed against the passenger door, your arms wrapped tightly around your waist, secretly applying pressure to the wound that was continuously oozing blood. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of agony up your spine, but you bit the inside of your cheek until it bled rather than make a single sound. Ijichi drove in stony silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, every now and then apologising for the mistake in the mission logs, and then expressing his relief at your well-being.

By the time you reached the dormitories, you were running purely on adrenaline and the need to lock yourself in your bathroom before you collapsed.

"I'm going to take a shower!" you announced the moment you stepped into his room, your voice breathy and strained. You didn't wait for a response, practically fleeing into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door behind you.

The moment it was locked, the facade crumbled. Your knees gave out, and you slumped against the cold tile door, an agonizing gasp escaping your lips. You peeled off your ruined jacket and the blood-soaked shirt beneath it. The wound was horrific. An angry tear across your oblique, the edges blackened with residual cursed energy. It was deep, bleeding sluggishly but persistently.

Tears of pain and exhaustion finally spilled over your eyelashes, tracing hot paths down your dust-streaked cheeks. You had to clean it. You had to wrap it. You couldn't bother Shoko this late; she had been pulling all-nighters all week. You couldn't bother Megumi; he was already mad at you.

You dragged yourself to the sink, turning on the faucet. You grabbed a washcloth, soaked it in hot water, and pressed it against the wound.

A choked, pathetic sob tore from your throat. The pain was blinding, a sickening wave of nausea crashing over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body trembling violently as you tried to scrub away the blackened, infected tissue.

Click.

You froze. The sound of the lock turning from the outside. You had forgotten Megumi kept a spare key on the upper frame of the door for emergencies.

The door swung open, revealing Megumi standing in the threshold. He had changed out of his uniform, wearing only a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked exhausted.

But whatever exhaustion he felt vanished the instant his eyes landed on you.

He took in the scene in a fraction of a second: your pale, shivering form hunched over the sink, the blood-soaked washcloth in your trembling hand, and the gruesome, gaping wound on your side that was currently dripping crimson onto the pristine white tiles.

The air in the bathroom seemed to drop ten degrees. The shadows in the corners of the room physically writhed, reacting to the sudden, violent spike in his cursed energy.

"What," Megumi breathed, his voice barely a whisper, yet it resonated with the force of an earthquake, "is that."

Panic, cold and sharp, flooded your veins. You scrambled to cover the wound with your arm, backing away from him like a cornered animal, your eyes wide and terrified.

"It's nothing!" you stammered, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate rush. "I was just cleaning it. It looks worse than it is, Megumi, I promise. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess. I'll clean the floor, just—"

"Stop."

The command cracked through the air like a whip. Megumi stepped into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. His face was a mask of cold fury, but his eyes—his deep, beautiful, stormy eyes—were wide with an emotion that looked terrifyingly like devastation.

He crossed the small space in two strides, grabbing your wrists. His grip was firm, inescapable, but agonizingly gentle as he pulled your hands away from your side. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as he finally got a clear look at the injury.

"You call this a graze?" he demanded, his voice shaking with a terrifying, suppressed rage. "It's entirely infected with cursed energy. You need reverse cursed technique, immediately. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything in the tunnel?"

Your chest heaved as you struggled to pull oxygen into your lungs. The panic was taking over, suffocating you. You were trapped. You had failed. You had made him angry. You had become the burden you fought so hard not to be.

"I—I didn't want to worry you," you choked out, fresh tears welling in your eyes. "You were already stressed about the mission being a Grade 1. I didn't want to slow us down. I'm sorry, Megumi. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't be mad. I can fix it, I'll go to Shoko right now, you don't have to deal with this—"

"Stop apologizing!" Megumi yelled.

You flinched violently, your shoulders instantly hiking up to your ears, your head bowing in an automatic posture of submission. The silence that followed his shout was deafening, broken only by your ragged, hyperventilating breaths and the steady drip, drip, drip of blood hitting the floor.

Megumi stared at your cowering form, the anger draining out of him in a rush, leaving behind a profound, hollow ache in his chest. He realized, with a horrifying clarity, that you were not flinching because of the pain of your wound. You were flinching because of him.

He dropped your wrists as if they burned him, taking a step back, his hands taking place behind his neck.

"Why do you do this?" he asked, his voice cracking, the anger replaced by a desperate, agonizing confusion. "Why do you lie to me? Why do you let yourself bleed out in a bathroom rather than ask me for help? Am I that unapproachable? Am I that terrible of a boyfriend that you think I would be annoyed by you almost dying?"

"No!" you cried, your voice breaking, the absolute terror of him thinking he was at fault tearing at your heart. "No, Megumi, you're perfect. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. It's not you, it's me. I'm just… I'm just trying to be good. I'm trying to be easy. I don't want to be difficult."

"Easy?" Megumi repeated, the word sounding foreign and ugly in his mouth. He stepped forward again, crowding you against the edge of the sink, his hands gripping the porcelain on either side of your waist, trapping you in. He didn't touch you, but his presence was demanding your full attention.

"You think I want you to be 'easy'?" he pressed, his eyes searching yours frantically, demanding an honesty you didn't know how to give. "I want you to be honest! I want you to tell me when you are hurt so I can take care of you!"

You shook your head furiously, the tears flowing freely now, hot and unrelenting. Your entire body was trembling, your heart hammering against your ribs, threatening to break. You were breaking apart, the foundation of your entire coping mechanism crumbling beneath his gaze.

"You say that now," you sobbed, the ugly, deeply buried truth finally clawing its way up your throat, bitter and raw. "You say that now, but you don't know. You already have so much on your plate, I don't want to make it worse. If I don't do it, you will hate me, I don't want you to hate me."

The confession hung in the humid air of the bathroom, heavy and devastating.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the blow. Waiting for the agreement. Waiting for him to step back, to look at you with cold realization, and walk out the door. You had finally revealed the ugly, pathetic core of your soul. You were a coward, terrified of abandonment, buying love with servitude.

But the silence stretched. And then, you felt it.

The gentle, hesitant brush of his knuckles against your tear-soaked cheek.

Your eyes flew open. Megumi was looking at you with an expression that shattered your heart into a million irreparable pieces. It wasn't pity. It wasn't disgust, but heartbreak. His eyes were glassy, his lips parted as he struggled to find words that could possibly combat the magnitude of your self-hatred.

Slowly, carefully, as if approaching a wild, frightened animal, Megumi reached out. He didn't grab your wrists this time. He slid his arms around your waist, mindful of the gaping wound on your side, and pulled you flush against his chest.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You are so stupid," he whispered, the words muffled against your skin, devoid of any malice, dripping only with a desperate, heavy sorrow. "You are an incredible person, so beautiful, so incredible, but stupid."

You stiffened, your hands hovering uselessly in the air, terrified to touch him, terrified to ruin this moment. But Megumi just held you tighter, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield against the very demons inside your own head.

"Listen to me," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. He pulled back just enough to force you to look him in the eye. The intensity of his gaze pinned you in place."Stop acting like your existence doesn't matter, it matters to me. You don't get to decide that you're expendable."

You let out a choked gasp, your hands finally, tentatively coming to rest against his chest, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt like your life depended on it.

"I care about you, so much," Megumi continued, his voice dropping into that serious, unwavering tone he used when making vows. "I care about protecting the people who matter to me. And you… you are at the very top of that list. If you are hurt, my world stops. If you are in pain, I am in pain. Hiding your suffering from me doesn't protect me; it destroys me."

He raised a hand, his thumb gently wiping away the steady stream of tears falling from your eyes. His touch was warm, grounding.

"You are not a burden," he said, enunciating each word with fierce, desperate clarity. "And I am begging you, please… let me take care of you. Let me be the one who carries the weight for a while. You don't have to earn your place beside me by bleeding in silence. In fact, you don't have to do anything but be here."

The dam broke.

You collapsed against him, your legs finally giving out, and he caught you effortlessly, sinking to the bathroom floor with you held securely in his arms.

You wept. You wailed. It was an ugly, guttural, heart-wrenching sound that tore from the very depths of your soul. You buried your face in his chest, clutching at him desperately, crying for the pain in your side, crying for the exhaustion in your bones, crying for the terrified little child inside you who had spent their whole life terrified of being left behind.

Megumi didn't shush you. He didn't tell you to calm down. He sat on the cold tile floor amidst the blood and the discarded bandages, holding you. He rocked you slowly, one hand gently stroking your hair, the other resting firmly against your back. He let you fall apart completely, creating a safe, impenetrable fortress within his arms where you were finally allowed to be shattered, loud, and inconvenient.

Hours seemed to pass before the sobs finally subsided into heavy, exhausted hiccups. Your throat was raw, your eyes swollen and burning. The adrenaline had completely left your system, leaving you weak and painfully aware of the throbbing agony in your side.

You shifted slightly in his lap, sniffing pathetically. Megumi immediately loosened his grip, looking down at you with a softness that made your chest ache.

"Are you done?" he asked quietly, a tiny, sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You nodded numbly, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "I ruined your shirt," you rasped, noticing the dark stains of your tears and blood on the grey fabric.

"I don't care about the shirt," Megumi said softly. He gently shifted you off his lap, standing up and reaching down to help you to your feet. You swayed dangerously, the blood loss finally catching up to you. He caught you around the waist, easily supporting your weight.

"Come on," he murmured, his voice gentle but brook-no-argument firm. "We are going to Shoko. Right now."

The instinct to protest flared up instantly. It's 3 AM. She's sleeping. I can just bandage it tight. But as you looked up at Megumi, at the deep circles under his eyes and the lingering terror in his posture, the words died in your throat.

You swallowed hard, the word feeling foreign and incredibly heavy on your tongue.

"Okay."

Megumi let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for hours. He didn't say anything, but the relief in his eyes was blinding. He practically carried you down the silent, moonlit hallways to the infirmary.

Shoko was awake, smoking a cigarette out the window when Megumi kicked the infirmary door open. She took one look at Megumi’s pale face and the blood soaking your side and immediately crushed the cigarette, immediately tending to you.

The process of healing was agonizing. Shoko’s reverse cursed technique was a miracle, but extracting the foreign cursed energy from the wound before healing the flesh was a torturous sensation. You lay on the sterile white cot, your teeth gritted, a cold sweat breaking out across your forehead.

Through it all, Megumi sat beside the bed. He held your hand in both of his, his grip tight enough to bruise, grounding you in reality while the pain threatened to pull you under. He didn't look away, even when the wound looked its most gruesome. He stayed exactly where he promised he would be.

When it was finally over, and the flesh was knit cleanly together leaving only an angry pink scar, exhaustion hit you like a physical blow. Shoko handed you a clean t-shirt and kicked you both out, muttering something about needing sleep.

The walk back to Megumi’s dorm was slow. You leaned heavily against him, your body utterly drained. You felt hollowed out, incredibly fragile, like a glass blown too thin.

When you reached his room, he didn't turn on the overhead lights. He guided you gently to the bed, pulling back the heavy comforter. You crawled in automatically, immediately scooting to the absolute edge of the mattress, curling into a tight ball. It was muscle memory at this point.

Megumi stood at the edge of the bed, watching you in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds. He sighed, a heavy, exhausted sound. He kicked off his shoes, discarded his ruined shirt, and climbed into the bed.

But he didn't lie down on his side.

Instead, he moved to the center of the mattress. He reached out, grabbing you gently by the hips, and physically dragged you away from the edge, pulling you across the sheets until you were flush against him in the very middle of the bed.

You gasped softly in surprise, stiffening. "Megumi—"

"Stop," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face in your hair. He tangled his legs with yours, pinning you to him, ensuring there was no physical way for you to retreat to the cold periphery. "You are exactly where you belong. Take up the whole bed if you want. Kick me out if you want. But stop going all the way there."

You lay rigid in his arms for a long moment, your brain struggling to process the sensation of being held so securely, of being allowed to take up space without apologizing for it. The warmth of his body seeped into your cold skin. His heartbeat thudded steadily against your back, a rhythmic, grounding lullaby.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you forced your muscles to uncoil. You let out a long, shaky breath, letting your weight sink fully into his embrace. You closed your eyes, his scent surrounding you, pulling you down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you woke to the smell of brewing coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The sunlight streaming into the room felt unnervingly bright.

You sat up slowly, testing the newly healed skin on your side. It twinged slightly, a dull ache, but the agonizing burn was gone. You looked around the room. You were alone in the bed, the covers tangled around your waist. You were dead center in the mattress.

The door to the small kitchenette opened, and Megumi stepped in, carrying two mugs. He looked rested, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his eyes softer than you had seen them in months.

He walked over to the bed and handed you a mug.

"Morning," he mumbled quietly, sitting on the edge of the mattress near your feet.

"Morning," you replied softly, your voice still gravelly from crying the night before. You wrapped both hands around the warm ceramic mug, seeking comfort in the heat. You brought it to your lips, taking a tentative sip.

You immediately paused, your brow furrowing in confusion.

It wasn't black coffee. It wasn't the bitter, acidic brew he drank every morning. It was warm milk, steeped heavily with a sweet, floral chamomile tea, and generously laced with honey. It was incredibly sweet. It was exactly what you actually liked.

You lowered the mug, staring at the golden liquid, a sudden lump forming in your throat. You looked up at Megumi. He was watching you carefully, his dark eyes analyzing your reaction.

"You didn't make coffee," you whispered, stating the obvious.

Megumi looked down at his own mug, taking a sip of the black sludge he preferred. "I know you hate it," he said simply, not meeting your eyes. A faint, barely perceptible pink dusted the tips of his ears. "I noticed a while ago. You always grimace when you take the first sip. And you always buy that sweet stuff when we go to the convenience store, but you never drink it around me."

Your breath hitched. He had noticed. He had known, and he had been waiting for you to say something.

He reached out, his long fingers gently wrapping around your ankle over the blankets.

"I'm not asking you to change everything in one day," Megumi continued, his voice quiet, steady, and infinitely patient. "I know it's a habit. I know you're terrified. But I am asking you to try. With me. Just with me."

He paused, a tiny, teasing glint momentarily breaking through his stoic demeanor. "For example. I was thinking of making eggs for breakfast. But I know you like pancakes, even though you always say eggs are fine. So. What do you want for breakfast?"

It was a test. A small, seemingly insignificant question, but between the two of you, it carried the weight of the world.

The instinct rose up instantly. Eggs are easier for him to make. He likes eggs. Tell him eggs. The familiar panic fluttered in your chest, the fear of demanding too much, of being an inconvenience.

You opened your mouth, the word 'eggs' forming on your lips.

But you stopped. You looked down at the sweet, warm tea in your hands, the tea he had made specifically for you, acknowledging your preferences, honoring your comfort. You looked at the hand resting gently on your ankle, grounding you, keeping you safe. You remembered the desperate way he had held you on the bloody bathroom floor, demanding that you exist loudly.

You closed your mouth. You took a deep breath, fighting the tremor in your voice. You forced yourself to meet his gaze directly.

"I…" you started, your voice barely above a whisper. You cleared your throat, trying again. "I would really like pancakes, Megumi. If that's okay?"

The silence in the room stretched for a single, terrifying second. You braced yourself for a sigh, a roll of the eyes, a sign of annoyance that you had requested the more difficult option.

Instead, Megumi’s face broke into a smile. It wasn't his usual smirk, or a polite curve of the lips. It was a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile that reached his eyes, illuminating his features and making your heart stutter in your chest.

He stood up, taking his mug of bitter coffee with him.

"Pancakes it is," he said softly, turning back toward the kitchen. He paused at the door, looking over his shoulder at you, his eyes filled with a certain amount of serenity that was so rare for megumi.

"And [Name]?"

You looked up, your hands gripping the mug tightly. "Yeah?"

"It's more than okay."

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO - fluff

bird watching | @fushihearts

kissing husband!megumi's scars | fushihearts

making out with needy megumi | @gumsbear

night cuddles with megumi and his dog | gumsbear

comforting bf!megumi | gumsbear

clingy when he's tired ⭐️ | @mebodys

helping megumi post-shinjuku | mebodys

i saw you laugh | @megsweets

tomodachi life ⭐️ | megsweets

unplanned sleepover | @nonchalantfiend

the favourite parent | nonchalantfiend

a curse turns him into a cat hybrid ⭐️ | @pockyum

megumi's demon dogs love you | pockyum

tired voice | @sttru

making out in your boyfriend's car | sttru

blow drying your hair | @bambieyedpoet

sick day ⭐️ | @blinkbunni

i don't mind taking care of you | @briellelocco

painted questions | @fushiirolls

streamer!megumi ⭐️ -> pt 2 | @getokive

it's hard to stay angry with megumi ⭐️ | @gojosconsort 📖

marred hearts | @grenadehearts

megumi doesn't mean it | @jaaazy

clingy | @kazedoll

cuddles | @kuyasbun

you gotta kiss the girl! | @lvrs4nxna

drill prank | @meguubear 📖

in the rain | @ofourlee

long term bf!gumi | @proudgoonette777

thigh guy | @reveries0fmine

comforting him post-mission | @s9to 📖

scary dog privilege | @satoruined

no, just you | @tamsanni

cuddly sleepy megumi | @whoskimii

main jjk masterlist | main masterlist

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[mwagumi]

"broken cameras ch 5

: megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: megumi fushiguro is confused about is feelings for reader but decides to act anyways!

content: mdi — high-school!megumi, fem!reader, slow burn, modern age, no curses au, bratty!megumi, no smut, best friend!yuuji

wc: 1.1k

— searching…

“here.” fushiguro states bluntly as he shoves a manga– the manga that reader had mentioned the day prior– into her chest, gaze averted.

 “you can borrow it. i’ve already read it anyways, just return it when you’re done and..” he pauses as he adjusts the strap on his bookbag, still staring off to the side. “... and i’ll give you the next volume.” 

 reader takes the book into her hand, looking down at it for a few seconds before she looks up at him in disbelief. she didn’t expect the gesture, nor for him to even remember her mentioning it. though she clearly appreciated it as her expression softened, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

 “thanks, i’ll be careful with it..” reader murmurs as she carefully stuffs the manga into her bag. 

 fushiguro doesn’t say anything else, just gives her a quiet grunt in acknowledgement before going to sit down at his seat. he was silently praying that reader wouldn’t or hasn’t already noticed the deep blush staining the tips of his ears and bottom of his neck. 

 he was never flustered easily, but something about the situation was just so embarrassing to him. he didn’t know what was going on… and he didn’t want to know either.

 as promised, after reader finishes the first volume of the manga she received from megumi, she returns it and exchanges it for the next volume. she’s always extra careful with each book, making sure not to damage any of the pages or covers– she also expresses her gratitude quite clearly, a bright smile on her face as she thanks megumi at each exchange. fushiguro brings each volume on time, starting to memorize how long it takes for her to read one volume. he’s feigns nonchalance through each exchange, holding back the urge to ask her how she’s liking the series, or other questions.

 throughout these next few months and next few manga exchanges, they start to grow closer as friends as well. they flash one another smiles in the hallway (or, more like reader smiling and fushiguro giving her a small nod of acknowledgement), sometimes sit together at lunch, and sometimes work on assignments together.

 then, autumn break arrives– faster than either of them expected. the first semester of school moved faster than the second, that much was obvious. 

 on the last day of class before the break would be starting, reader approached fushiguro, holding volume 10 of the manga she’d been borrowing from him. 

 “i jus’ finished this one.. thank you, fushiguro.” reader mutters with a gentle smile while handing the manga back to him. megumi nods in acknowledgment, taking the book back with a brief brush of fingers (which causes him to choke on his spit).

 he coughs quietly as he reaches into his bookbag and pulls out the next two volumes, holding them out to her.

 “ah, two this time?” she questions with a quiet laugh, holding the books close to her chest while turning her head to look up at him. “spoiling me..”

 that comment forces a deep flush to appear on fushiguro’s cheeks, his brows furrowing slightly with flustered irritation. he clicks his tongue and whips his head to the side, now staring at a row of lockers instead of at reader. 

 “..’m not spoiling you, moron. i just wanted you to have an extra volume for the break since you’ll probably finish the first one before the week is over.” he explains quietly, trying to neutralize his expression, though the blush persisted. 

 “mmmhm, understandable.” reader comments with a another quiet giggle, her expression softening at his bashful demeanor. “anyways, thanks. i hope you have a good break. i’ll return these afterwards.”

 reader holds her hand up and gives fushiguro a small wave before starting to turn around and walk off.

 megumi clenches his fists by his side, holding back the urge to call out to her. he wanted to ask if she wanted to walk home together… or if she wanted to maybe hang out over the break. but he didn’t say anything. he didn’t even understand why he wanted this– why he borderline craved her presence.. he’d never felt like this about someone else.

 though, something inside him snaps.

 he was overly frustrated over not understanding his own feelings and even more frustrated with the fact he was being a coward. 

 “reader–” fushiguro calls out, taking a few hurried steps after her. reader hears him and pauses at the end of the hallway, coming to a stop and then turning around to face him again. he stops a few feet away from her.

 “do you want to walk home together? since we’re neighbors.. and all.” he questions in a low voice, trying to find a logical reasoning for his desire. 

 reader smiles up at him, her expression softening all over again. “yeah! that sounds good.. wanted some company anyways.” she agrees with a quiet laugh.

 fushiguro lets out a subtle sigh of relief– somewhat glad that she hadn’t rejected his offer. that would’ve been embarrassing… 

 “mmhm.” he hums quietly as he quickly catches up to her, the both of them now starting to walk to their respective homes. 

 the walk itself mostly consisted of reader chattering on about whatever she wanted to chatter on about– the stressful classes, the clubs or sports she’s interested in joining, drama happening between some friends, etc. she filled the silence with gentle laughs and sweet words, as per usual. fushiguro didn’t mind. he preferred to listen rather than talk anyways– with yuuji, with her…

 they ended up on their street rather quickly, to fushiguro’s disappointment. they stop on the sidewalk in between their two buildings. 

 before megumi could say anything, reader speaks up first. 

 “hey, would you mind if i come over next week? incase i finish the volumes before the week finishes.” she questions as she reaches up to brush some hair out of her face. 

 fushiguro pauses at her question, taking the time to watch her finger brush her soft locks from her forehead, her finger lingering by her ear. his gaze then snaps to her eyes, remembering that she had asked him a question.

 she wanted to come over? to his house?

 he’d never had a girl over, or really anyone other than yuuji over– but the idea of her inside his space didn’t make him uncomfortable or anything.. so he really had no reason to deny her request. it did seem logical, and they were pretty much friends, right?

 “yeah, i don’t mind. shoot me a text and drop by whenever..” he mutters, feigning nonchalance (as per usual), even though he was pretty excited about the idea of her coming over. 

plagiarism, feeding work into AI & reposting of content not allowed without permission (@mwagumi)

note: I apologize for being absent for over a month! I've had finals and extracurriculars since the beginning of the semester and have been overwhelemed! I will start to post consistently again, 1-3 times a week here. "broken cameras" will continue to be released weekly & the new day is monday. thank you for all the supoort and for over 500 followers!

divider credits to @cursed-carmine

[meguubear]

new chapter yay!

[meguubear]

10:36

drill prank on husband!megumi! (+ pregnant!reader)

it was peacefully quiet in the living room where fushiguro megumi sits on the couch. he has a book on his lap, constantly flipping through the pages. he enjoys reading with no noise present; it takes the stress off him and clears the mess from his mind.

you the one he married, is the only person who can do the same. but sometimes you are the reason for his stress and worry. especially since now that his annoyingly adorable wife is pregnant. he would’ve never imagined having a child, he always thought it was “Just us.”

megumi wasn’t sure if he was capable of being a father. that’s why he’s currently reading a must-read parenting book. there is no way he is going to become a deadbeat!

he loves his wife too much so he has to make sure she stays content. happy wife is a happy life. nothing will ever touch you when he’s around. he’s very protective over his wifey. it’s worse now that you are bearing his child.

earlier, you were sitting next to him, with your two dogs, kuro and shiro sprawled out on the floor. scrolling through your phone before you ran off to go do something. he found it a bit suspicious since you were quietly giggling to yourself but he didn’t think much of it.

ever since you’ve been together, he has this thing where he can’t really be by himself. still, he left you alone since you both need your time alone now and then. although he felt like he needed to be with you.

eyes move across the page until a sound that disrupts the silence throws him off.

(BRRRRRR)

he lifts his head slightly, side-eyeing where the noise might be coming from. it’s silent again. thinking it’s just a one-time thing, he lets it slide returning to the paragraph he was on. but then again..

(BRRRRRR)

“Seriously..?” he says in gentle disbelief, grabbing his phone that’s lying nearby to check the time. “It’s already 10:36 pm what could someone possibly be doing right now?” he mutters.

(BRRRR-)

megumi slams his book, abandoning it on the couch when he realizes the noise, which, like a drill, is coming from the nursery. questions are immediately flooding his mind.

why would you be using a drill? did we not finish decorating? what could you be drilling? maybe it’s the neighbors?

(BRRRRRR)

both black and white dogs start barking at the noise. getting up ready to defend the place. as the sound keeps going they bark even louder. “Quiet.” megumi crouches down to pet shiro and stroke kuro’s ears.

he starts walking faster than he’d like to admit.

it’s not like he’s worried, right? no, he definitely is. what if you get hurt? something falls on you and your precious belly holding your child? or your clumsy self dropping the tool and injuring yourself?

there are so many possibilities. of course he knows you can handle yourself. you have some experience with tools. you probably don’t need him as much as he needs you. but why do it yourself when you have your husband to help you?

I’m just checking that’s all

before megumi reaches the door, he's already annoyed. annoyed because you had him all worried and stressed while not being in the same room as him. if you were doing something dangerous, he would have to deal with it.

(BRRRRRR)

when he gets to the room he immediately shoves the door forward. he is prepared to see drywall dust everywhere, pieces of the wall on the floor, and whatever furniture you were trying to drill into.

“Y/n what are you-“ he cuts off.

instead, he sees his cute wife sitting on the expensive nursery chair in the corner looking at him smugly. you were holding a drill, though you weren’t actually using it. everything in the room looked perfectly normal.

you burst out laughing as he stands near the doorframe, his expression instantly flattens. “Haha! That didn’t take you long!”

megumi runs a hand through his raven locks, eyes closed letting out a long deep sigh. “I was expecting to see a disaster in here,” he explains.

that slightly offended you, “I would never! Do you not trust me with using tools by myself?!”

“Not really…”

you ignore what he said “Hmm, were you worried about meee?” you ask with a big smile.

he’s looking to the side, a little flush on his ears, “No.. just didn’t want multiple holes in the wall.”

you tease him “You’re such a liiiar.”

“Tch,” he crosses his arms. “I can’t have you doing stuff like this while pregnant,” he admits as he makes eye contact with you. pregnant or not, he would have still been there to help you or take over, whether you liked it or not.

“Aww, you’re so sweet Gumi!” you slowly get up holding your belly as you pull him to the corner and pushing him down to sit on the chair.

he plops down, you follow soon after sitting side saddle on his lap. one of his arms wrapping around your soft warm body. his other hand flicking your forehead, “And you’re an idiot.”

“Ow… But you're the one who fell for it..”

(BRRRR-)

the drill in your hand gets snatched.

—

megumi didn’t think he’d fall in love. but he did. there are times you make his stress hormones rise. but you’re still a warm body he can hold, at night when he’s feeling all alone.

notes: first time writing so give some grace! this was just an experiment. i saw multiple videos of cute couples doing this trend & wanted to write it. if anyone has done this before please tell me!

p.s. did you find all the beabadoobee lyrics references to the song? :3

[meguubear]

everyone is so nice :3 thank you everyone who supported my post!

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

[gumiholic]

Totally NOT spies

teenspy!megumi x teenspy f!reader

スパイ - !

"Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me!" Splicing time from school and saving the world is not something many can do. With the acception of Megumi Fushiguro. Brilliant, bold and cunning, it seems he's the best agent K.A.I.Z.E.N has to offer.

When an equally as talented spy from a rival agency enters the picture, his initial mission is to collect intel on its best spy; agent Delta. As things complicate themselves, he's forced to work together with her. But how are you expected to work when the spy you're forced to work with is also your crush? Megumi really needs a cigarette.

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taglist (ask to be added) :

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✱ ꒰ Never been abroad before, now I'm knocking through your door ꒱

✱ ꒰ I'm your basic average girl, and I'm here to save the world ꒱

✱ ꒰ We don't see you as a threat, 얄팍한 rule 따윈 한 겹의 glass ꒱

may, 2026

[meguubear]

im excited. this looks good!!

[megssleepygirl]

HOLY SHITTT HOLD ME BACKK 🤤🤤

(art made by @/semapathy)

[meguubear]

not a big fan of smoking but it’s kinda hot

[meguubear]

10:36

drill prank on husband!megumi! (+ pregnant!reader)

it was peacefully quiet in the living room where fushiguro megumi sits on the couch. he has a book on his lap, constantly flipping through the pages. he enjoys reading with no noise present; it takes the stress off him and clears the mess from his mind.

you the one he married, is the only person who can do the same. but sometimes you are the reason for his stress and worry. especially since now that his annoyingly adorable wife is pregnant. he would’ve never imagined having a child, he always thought it was “Just us.”

megumi wasn’t sure if he was capable of being a father. that’s why he’s currently reading a must-read parenting book. there is no way he is going to become a deadbeat!

he loves his wife too much so he has to make sure she stays content. happy wife is a happy life. nothing will ever touch you when he’s around. he’s very protective over his wifey. it’s worse now that you are bearing his child.

earlier, you were sitting next to him, with your two dogs, kuro and shiro sprawled out on the floor. scrolling through your phone before you ran off to go do something. he found it a bit suspicious since you were quietly giggling to yourself but he didn’t think much of it.

ever since you’ve been together, he has this thing where he can’t really be by himself. still, he left you alone since you both need your time alone now and then. although he felt like he needed to be with you.

eyes move across the page until a sound that disrupts the silence throws him off.

(BRRRRRR)

he lifts his head slightly, side-eyeing where the noise might be coming from. it’s silent again. thinking it’s just a one-time thing, he lets it slide returning to the paragraph he was on. but then again..

(BRRRRRR)

“Seriously..?” he says in gentle disbelief, grabbing his phone that’s lying nearby to check the time. “It’s already 10:36 pm what could someone possibly be doing right now?” he mutters.

(BRRRR-)

megumi slams his book, abandoning it on the couch when he realizes the noise, which, like a drill, is coming from the nursery. questions are immediately flooding his mind.

why would you be using a drill? did we not finish decorating? what could you be drilling? maybe it’s the neighbors?

(BRRRRRR)

both black and white dogs start barking at the noise. getting up ready to defend the place. as the sound keeps going they bark even louder. “Quiet.” megumi crouches down to pet shiro and stroke kuro’s ears.

he starts walking faster than he’d like to admit.

it’s not like he’s worried, right? no, he definitely is. what if you get hurt? something falls on you and your precious belly holding your child? or your clumsy self dropping the tool and injuring yourself?

there are so many possibilities. of course he knows you can handle yourself. you have some experience with tools. you probably don’t need him as much as he needs you. but why do it yourself when you have your husband to help you?

I’m just checking that’s all

before megumi reaches the door, he's already annoyed. annoyed because you had him all worried and stressed while not being in the same room as him. if you were doing something dangerous, he would have to deal with it.

(BRRRRRR)

when he gets to the room he immediately shoves the door forward. he is prepared to see drywall dust everywhere, pieces of the wall on the floor, and whatever furniture you were trying to drill into.

“Y/n what are you-“ he cuts off.

instead, he sees his cute wife sitting on the expensive nursery chair in the corner looking at him smugly. you were holding a drill, though you weren’t actually using it. everything in the room looked perfectly normal.

you burst out laughing as he stands near the doorframe, his expression instantly flattens. “Haha! That didn’t take you long!”

megumi runs a hand through his raven locks, eyes closed letting out a long deep sigh. “I was expecting to see a disaster in here,” he explains.

that slightly offended you, “I would never! Do you not trust me with using tools by myself?!”

“Not really…”

you ignore what he said “Hmm, were you worried about meee?” you ask with a big smile.

he’s looking to the side, a little flush on his ears, “No.. just didn’t want multiple holes in the wall.”

you tease him “You’re such a liiiar.”

“Tch,” he crosses his arms. “I can’t have you doing stuff like this while pregnant,” he admits as he makes eye contact with you. pregnant or not, he would have still been there to help you or take over, whether you liked it or not.

“Aww, you’re so sweet Gumi!” you slowly get up holding your belly as you pull him to the corner and pushing him down to sit on the chair.

he plops down, you follow soon after sitting side saddle on his lap. one of his arms wrapping around your soft warm body. his other hand flicking your forehead, “And you’re an idiot.”

“Ow… But you're the one who fell for it..”

(BRRRR-)

the drill in your hand gets snatched.

—

megumi didn’t think he’d fall in love. but he did. there are times you make his stress hormones rise. but you’re still a warm body he can hold, at night when he’s feeling all alone.

಄ notes: first time writing so give some grace! this was just an experiment. i saw multiple videos of cute couples doing this trend & wanted to write it. if anyone has done this before please tell me!

p.s. did you find all of beabadoobee’s lyric references in the story ? :3

[g-mni]

Nanami and Gojo taking their children out 😭🩵💛 they look so happy !!!!

[meguubear]

i love official arts

[meguubear]

a friend of mine drew me as a jjk sorcerer! (+ his oc)

[fre4krena]

tangarine summer ₊˚⭑🍊‧˚⊹♡─ that summer, megumi would remember it, lingered in the scent of citrus he could never quite wash from beneath his fingernails. his fingers ached from peeling too many tangerines, the sweetness of them clinging stubbornly long after the season had passed. | w.c 16.5k

AO3 | notes ➠ before you read i want to say that i genuinely poured every ounce of my soul into this fic and i don't think i'll write anything better than this ever. i wrote this in a span of almost a whole month cause i kept getting too emotional. this was inspired by the songs "so nice (summer samba)", "'s wonderful" and "anything". good luck :)

megumi loves tangerines.

not in the casual way people claim to like fruit, tossing the peels away without a thought, but in the quiet, deliberate way he does most things. like a small ritual carried out in the still corners of the day.

he sits with one in his hand, turning it slowly between his fingers, the skin bright and dimpled like a tiny sun caught in his palm. the room is quiet, the kind of quiet that hums softly around him, and the citrus scent is already beginning to bloom in the air even before the peel breaks. his thumb presses into the rind first, testing the softness, and then his nails follow; short, a little rough from habit. they sink into the skin with a faint snap, puncturing that thin barrier.

the peel splits open beneath the pressure and a sharp mist of juice flicks outward, tiny droplets catching the light before they disappear. sometimes it reaches his face, cool and sudden against his cheek.

he doesn’t flinch when it does. if the fruit leans toward sourness, the juice finds the small wounds along his cuticles (the ones he’s chewed and picked at absentmindedly when thoughts crowd too tightly in his head) and it stings there, a brief spark of pain that pulls his attention back to the present.

megumi doesn’t mind it.

slowly, carefully, he peels the tangerine open. the skin comes away in uneven curls beneath his fingers, the inside glows a softer orange, each segment pressed neatly against the next.

he begins the part he loves the most.

one segment at a time, he pulls them free. the thin white threads clinging to the fruit are picked with quiet patience, stripping them away bit by bit. it’s meticulous work, something small and repetitive, and his hands move with the same careful focus he uses in everything else. the pith gathers in a little pile beside him.

sometimes he rolls the slice between his fingers before eating it, feeling the delicate skin stretch and give.

when he finally brings it to his mouth, the segment bursts softly between his teeth. sweetness spreads first, then that gentle tang that makes the corners of his jaw tighten for a second before relaxing again.

megumi chews slowly.

the rest of the world feels quieter while he does.

like the simple act of peeling, cleaning, and eating each slice has pressed pause on everything else for a little while. his hands stay busy, reaching for the next segment, brushing away another thread of white.

and by the time the last piece disappears, the air around him still smells faintly of citrus, and his fingers are sticky with sugar and sunlight.

“megumi-chan!! don’t fall behind!”

gojo’s voice tore through the quiet like a siren.

megumi flinched immediately, shoulders tensing and brow twitching as if the sound had physically struck him. if he had to describe it, ear-bleeding would still be the most accurate term. he exhaled slowly through his nose, already irritated before he even turned his head.

That’s when he realized that the others were further down the path and somewhere along the way he had stopped walking entirely.

megumi frowned, his gaze drifted to the side, pulled there by something that had caught his attention without him consciously noticing. just beyond the low wooden fence of someone’s garden stood a tangerine tree, its branches thick with glossy leaves dotted with bright fruit. one of the tangerines had fallen, rolling just close enough to the fence that it rested in the grass along the edge of the path.

it was perfectly intact; round, bright and glowing against the green.

megumi stared at it for a moment, then he glanced toward the quiet house behind the garden.

no movement.

his eyes returned to the fruit.

slowly, he crouched, pushing his hand through the fence just enough to reach it. the tips of his fingers brushed the warm skin of the tangerine. he hesitated there, hand hovering for a second longer than necessary.

it was ridiculous.

he had faced curses that could flatten buildings without a second thought, yet somehow picking up a fallen fruit felt like committing an actual crime.

megumi frowned at himself, grabbed the tangerine, and stood up. by the time he looked up again, the group had gotten even further ahead. he sighed, jogging after them.

his steps were quiet but quick, the tangerine resting loosely in his palm as he caught up to the others. yuji was the first to notice, glancing over casually before his attention immediately locked onto the fruit in megumi’s hand.

“huh?” yuji slowed a little, pointing. “where did you get a tangerine?”

megumi didn’t answer. instead, he pressed his thumb into the rind and pushed his nails into the skin. it split open with a soft snap, releasing a sharp mist of citrus oil that briefly hung in the air.

nobara turned around so fast it looked like she’d heard a gunshot.

“wait,” she said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. “did you steal that from somewhere?!”

“megumi-chan has become a thief,” maki snickered from ahead, glancing back at him with clear amusement. “oh-ho.”

yuji leaned in closer, “did you actually?”

before megumi could respond, gojo slid into the conversation with dramatic timing.

“megumi!,” he announced loudly, placing a hand over his chest in mock heartbreak, “this isn’t how i raised you!”

he shook his head slowly, the picture of theatrical disappointment. “after everything… my own student… reduced to petty theft…”

“you’re being dramatic again,” maki said flatly.

“again?” gojo gasped.

megumi felt a vein pulse faintly in his forehead. “…shut up.”

he continued peeling the tangerine calmly, pulling the rind away in loose curls. the fruit separated easily in his hands, revealing the neat cluster of orange segments inside. he expected the usual sting when the juice touched the torn skin around his cuticles. instead, a warm sweetness drifted up.

he paused briefly. “…sweet,” he muttered.

“tsk,” nobara clicked her tongue immediately, crossing her arms with a scowl “didn’t even get some for us.”

beside her, inumaki nodded in quiet agreement. “shake. shake.”

the village unfolded around them in quiet, sun-warmed stillness as they walked.

narrow paths stretched between small colorful houses, their walls adorned by creeping ivy and the shadows of overhanging trees. bicycles rested against fences and porch railings. gardens spilled over their boundaries with careless abundance, patches of bright flowers, tangled greenery, and fruit trees heavy with color. somewhere nearby, the sea made its presence known even without being seen, the air carrying that faint, salty breath.

it felt slow here, quiet. the kind of place where footsteps and bicycle bells echoed more than engines ever would.

against that calm backdrop, the group from tokyo felt almost painfully loud.

the slap of flip-flops and loose sandals echoed along the path, a lazy rhythm broken constantly by the thud of bags bumping against yuji’s legs as he walked. their voices carried through the street, drifting past open windows and garden fences where a few curious locals occasionally glanced up at the commotion.

yuji groaned dramatically for what had to be the tenth time.

“why do you have to overload your bag?!” he huffed, shifting the straps digging into his shoulders. two bags hung off him awkwardly. one clearly nobara’s and the other unmistakably maki’s. “we are just going to the beach!”

nobara spun around while still walking, nearly making yuji trip as she pointed at him accusingly.

“you men only think a pair of flip-flops and your swim shorts are enough for the beach?!” she snapped. “completely wrong! going to the beach for women is a sport!”

her voice rose enough that a couple of people across the street turned their heads to look.

yuji frowned, clearly offended. “it is enough!” he argued. “the only thing i’d bring besides that is sunscreen—” he paused, thinking. “ or a shovel.”

beside him, inumaki immediately nodded with enthusiasm. “shake! shake!” he lifted his fist and bumped it against yuji’s, who grinned like he had just received the highest form of validation.

a few steps ahead, maki sighed deeply. “like children,”

megumi quietly ate another slice of his tangerine behind them, listening to the argument continue like background noise.

maki slowed slightly, glancing over her shoulder toward gojo, she raised a brow, “we are not actually here to spend a fun summer near the sea, are we?”

“we are!” gojo clasped his hands behind his head as he walked. “nanami was given the decision to go on this little vacation,” he continued with a shrug, “but he didn’t accept it.”

he paused for effect, then spread his arms wide. “but then your amazing, incredibly good-looking sensei gojo satoruuuu decided to take his vacation and generously bring all of you with him!”

“resulting in us having a wonderful summer by the sea!” he declared proudly. “aren’t I just amazing?!”

nobara immediately clasped her hands together dramatically. “thank you nanami-san for not taking the vacation!”

“oi!” gojo whined instantly, pointing at her in betrayal. “you should be thanking me!”

yuji snorted with laughter, the sound bright and unrestrained as it spilled into the open air.

the walk carried on like that for a while; with the constant rhythm of their voices. the slap of sandals against pavement mixed with bursts of giggles and playful bickering, the conversation jumping from one idea to the next without ever settling.

yuji whined loudly, tipping his head back in exaggerated suffering. “how much more?!”

gojo chuckled beside them, clearly entertained.

“i’d say,” he began casually, lifting one long finger and pointing straight down the road ahead of them, “if you made a run for it—” his finger followed the path forward between the houses. “—you’d be there in less than a minute.”

maki narrowed her eyes, leaning slightly to the side to look past one of the houses ahead. then her expression sharpened. “oh,” she said, pointing suddenly, “i can see it beyond that house!”

a faint shimmer of blue was just barely visible past the rooftops, the distant line of the sea catching the sunlight.

nobara didn’t hesitate for even a second. “last one there is a rotten egg!” she bolted forward immediately, her sandals slapping loudly against the ground as she sprinted down the path.

maki grinned. “i like the sound of that!” she took off after her, her stride quick and athletic as she easily closed the distance.

“tuna mayo!” inumaki pumped his fist into the air and darted after them with surprising speed.

behind them, yuji stared for exactly half a second before yelling in outrage. “this isn’t fair!” he shouted, already starting to run after them despite the bags swinging violently from his shoulders, thought it didn’t slow him nearly as much as it should’ve. “i’m carrying all your stuff!”

gojo laughed openly, watching the chaos unfold as the group tore down the path like a pack of overly excited children. (a/n: i love them happy, your honor.) their laughter echoing as they raced toward the faint glimpse of ocean waiting at the end of the road,

behind them, the sudden quiet felt almost unfamiliar.

megumi remained where he was, walking at the same steady pace as before, his footsteps unhurried against the path. gojo strolled beside him with the same loose ease, hands tucked into his pockets like he had nowhere else to be.

“you aren’t going to run with them?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting slightly above the edge of his glasses.

megumi didn’t even look up, he simply shook his head once.

gojo hummed thoughtfully, “sucks to be a rotten egg.”

megumi scoffed under his breath. he lifted the last tangerine slice to his mouth and bit into it slowly, the citrus bursting sweet against his tongue. his thoughts drifting somewhere distant while the noise of the others faded further and further down the road.

he brushed the remaining threads of white pith from his fingers. “…what’s the mission?” he asked at last.

gojo’s head tilted slightly. “hm?”

his gaze shifted down toward the dark-haired boy beside him, taking in the messy spikes of hair and the thoughtful crease between his brows.

“i know you wouldn’t bring us on a vacation without an actual reason,” he said evenly. “or rather… the higher-ups wouldn’t let us go.”

they passed a small garbage can sitting near the path, its metal sides layered with faded stickers and messy graffiti left by years of bored teenagers. megumi flicked the empty tangerine peels into it, landing inside with a soft rustle.

the scent of salt hung more clearly in the air now. the ocean was close.

gojo watched the peels disappear into the bin before letting out a quiet chuckle. “you got me.”

“well,” he said finally, casual in that way that always made it hard to tell how serious he actually was, “this works out. i was planning to assign this mission to you anyway.”

megumi glanced sideways at him.

gojo tilted his head slightly, then added almost lazily “just to you.”

megumi’s steps slowed for half a beat.

“we’ve had reports about a curse whose activity suddenly spiked,” gojo continued as they walked. “looks like it manifested sometime within the last few months. before that, nothing. no incidents, no disturbances, no signs.”

megumi’s brows knit slightly. “what kind of spike?”

“some kind of cursed illness.”

megumi’s breath caught.

“ah.”

the sound slipped out of him before he could stop it, quiet but sharp. he swallowed, throat suddenly dry. cursed illness. the phrase pressed somewhere deeper than it should have, dragging up a familiar knot that had never really loosened.

tsumiki.

the memory of her pale face in the hospital bed flickered across his mind without permission. the unnatural sleep she hadn’t woken from, the doctors’ useless explanations, the quiet suspicion he’d never voiced out loud.

gojo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, catching the subtle tighten in megumi’s jaw. the corner of his mouth lifted into a small, knowing smirk as he reached out and ruffled megumi’s already unruly hair with easy familiarity.

“i’m trusting you with this one,” he said lightly. “so take care of it, yeah?”

then he stepped ahead, his longer stride carrying him forward like the conversation had already been neatly wrapped up.

megumi stayed where he was for a moment longer than necessary. the faint scent of citrus still clung to his fingers, the breeze carrying the distant breath of the sea toward them.

something settled quietly in his chest.

he didn’t say anything about it.

“i’m going into town to buy something to drink,” megumi called out as he stepped out of the water, brushing wet strands of hair away from his face. each drop struck the hot sand with a soft pat before vanishing almost instantly beneath the afternoon heat. “anyone want anything?”

behind him, yuji was still waist-deep in the water, breathing hard and grinning like he’d just won a championship match. “you gave up already?” he shouted. “i thought you were getting serious!”

megumi glanced back at him flatly. “you’re splashing like a toddler.”

yuji gasped in mock offense, already preparing another handful of water to launch in retaliation, but toge pulled itadori into the water by his neck.

megumi crossed the sand toward the cluster of towels where the girls had claimed their spot, the grains warm and fine beneath his feet. maki and nobara were stretched out comfortably, soaking in the sun as though they had absolutely no intention of moving for the rest of the day. megumi crouched beside his bag, unzipping it to retrieve his wallet— well, technically gojo’s wallet.

“i want a lemonade,” maki said without opening her eyes, one arm draped lazily across her forehead.

“me too,” nobara added immediately from beside her, sunglasses perched neatly over her nose and a wide straw hat casting shade across her face. “extra icy.”

megumi hummed in acknowledgment as he stood, a few stubborn droplets from his hair slipped free and landed on the edge of nobara’s towel.

“hey!” she hissed, jerking the towel away from the offending moisture. “watch it!”

megumi didn’t bother apologizing. he simply grabbed his sand-coated flip-flops, slipping them on as the warm rubber pressed into the soles of his feet, and started off toward the path leading back into town.

gojo had vaguely pointed in the direction of the market earlier.‘somewhere that way!’ he’d said, waving a hand.

the path leading there was quieter than the beach, winding gently between clusters of trees and thick greenery that leaned inward as if trying to meet over the road. leaves shifted lazily in the breeze, scattering patches of sunlight that danced across the ground beneath megumi’s feet.

the shade was immediate relief after the open heat of the shore.

somewhere above him, birds chirped lazily between branches, their calls echoing softly through the leaves. the air smelled different here too; less salt, more earth and greenery, the faint sweetness of fruit trees lingering somewhere deeper in the village.

megumi walked slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts as his flip-flops slapped lightly against the ground.

it was peaceful in a way tokyo never was.

his thoughts drifted easily in the quiet, eventually circling back to the real problem at hand. ‘extra icy.’ megumi frowned. how exactly was he supposed to bring two “extra icy” lemonades all the way back to the beach without them turning into lukewarm sugar water halfway there?

maybe they sold bottled ones.

he turned a corner where the path narrowed slightly, the shade deepened there, leaves whispering softly against each other while the breeze carried the distant hum of cicadas. the calm almost made him close his eyes. and for a brief second, he did— just long enough to enjoy the cool shade and the quiet rustle of greenery around him.

“WATCH OOOOUT!”

huh?

before the word even fully registered, something slammed straight into his chest.

the impact knocked the breath from his lungs as a sharp ring-ring! of a bicycle bell exploded in the air. megumi staggered backward instinctively, his feet sliding against the path as he absorbed most of the force, but momentum still sent him falling, his tailbone protesting immediately.

for a moment, the leaves above him swayed lazily against the bright sky, their edges glowing softly where the sunlight slipped through them. the metallic rattle of a fallen bicycle settled against the quiet of the path and some small objects bounced along the ground.

megumi squinting slightly as he pushed himself up on his elbows, momentarily forgetting he was standing in the shade rather than the harsh glare of the open beach.

“i’m so sorry!” the voice was bright, breathless, and very close.

he looked up just in time to see a girl leaning toward him, one hand already reaching out. he took it automatically, allowing her to help pull him upright, though he didn’t put much weight into the gesture. the last thing he needed was dragging her down with him.

“it’s fine—” he began.

“it’s not!” the interruption came so quickly that megumi’s eyes widened a fraction.

“i’m so clumsy!” she continued, words tumbling out in a rush as if once they started they couldn’t possibly stop. “i always forget to ring the bell when i go down this path. it’s just—” she gestured vaguely around them with both hands, like the scenery itself was part of her defense, “it’s so nice here, you know? the trees and the shade and the way the sun comes through the leaves. i always get distracted!”

she laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “i swear i mean to signal, but then i start looking at the greenery and the wind in the branches and— well— this happens.”

she pointed at him, then the ground, and then the toppled bicycle. “it’s not even the first time i’ve hit somebody here— ha, ha…”

what is this… feeling?

megumi stood there, momentarily rooted in place, watching the girl in front of him continue her breathless explanation about leaves, sunlight, and the dangers of scenic bicycle paths. her words spilled over each other as if silence itself embarrassed her, hands moving wildly.

the warm afternoon light filtered through the canopy above them, breaking into soft fragments that shifted across her face and shoulders whenever the breeze moved the branches. it wasn’t a strong wind, just a gentle current passing through the trees. but somehow it felt like it had swept straight through megumi himself.

his mind stalled.

his throat felt dry.

the girl kept talking, completely unaware of the effect she was having. the colors she wore seemed almost chosen by the scenery around them; soft oranges and leafy greens that echoed the fruit trees and the shade overhead. when she moved, the little woven hat perched on her head wobbled slightly, the painted orange patterns catching the sunlight. and on top of it, fixed proudly like a tiny flag, was a handmade leaf stem.

megumi blinked slowly.

who the hell are you?

“you are not from here, no?” you asked suddenly, tilting your head at him with open curiosity.

megumi opened his mouth to answer.

nothing came out.

he tried again, and immediately coughed, clutching briefly at his throat like the words had gotten stuck somewhere halfway up. after a second of struggling, a hoarse reply finally slipped free.

“…no.”

you blinked.

“god, you sound terrible.”

the blunt observation landed without hesitation, and megumi felt the tips of his ears heat instantly. he looked away, scratching the back of his neck with awkward stiffness, suddenly very aware of how rough his voice had sounded.

you crouched down to gather the fallen fruit, lifting your bicycle upright again. it had a small basket attached to the back, half-filled with tangerines that glowed brightly against the woven straw.

you picked one up and turned back toward him. “here, for that sore throat!”

before megumi could react, you threw a fruit toward him. he caught it a little too quickly. fumbling the citrus before managing to steady it in his palm. staring at as if it had personally put him in this awkward situation, silently cursing himself for nearly dropping it in front of you.

‘seriously?’

a soft chuckle slipped from you as you crouched beside the bicycle, reaching down to gather the tangerines that had rolled along the path when the basket lid flipped open during the collision, when you dropped them back into the basket they made soft, hollow thuds against the others already inside.

megumi glanced down at the one in his own palm. without really thinking, he sank his nails into the rind.

the peel split open with a soft tear, releasing that same sweet citrus aroma he had noticed earlier that morning.

normally he would take his time and separate the segments, slowly pulling away the thin strands of white pith until each slice was perfectly clean. but doing that while you stood there watching felt… weird. so instead he peeled the fruit quickly, pulled apart a slice, and popped it into his mouth without bothering to remove anything.

the bitter hint of pith hit immediately, and he grimaced slightly as he chewed. it still helped his throat though.

“you eat the pith?” you asked, blinking in mild horror as you stood again. “man, i could never.”

you laughed lightly, brushing your hands against your clothes before continuing. “i mean, i could if i had to. but i like the task of picking it apart, you know? like peeling all the little white strings off one by one.”

megumi froze mid-chew.

“…i do too,” he admitted quietly after swallowing, his voice still rough but a little steadier now. “but my throat’s too dry right now… and i like tangerines no matter how i eat them.”

the words came out softer than he meant them to.

you chuckled again turning back to your bicycle rummaging through the basket for a moment, moving aside a few loose items before pulling out a small mesh bag. then you walked right back up to him and held it out. “well, in that case, here!”

you held out the bag toward him, the tangerines inside complimenting the red of strings. megumi instinctively started to shake his head. “you don’t—”

but before the protest could fully form, your hand closed around his, guiding the bag firmly into his palm. the contact was quick and warm, your fingers curling briefly over his knuckles to make sure he didn’t refuse it.

megumi’s entire body stiffened for half a second he looked like he might actually squeal.

“don’t you dare not take it!” you warned, pointing at him with exaggerated seriousness before breaking into a laugh. “i’ll curse you.”

the threat was clearly playful, your shoulders shaking slightly as you laughed. “have this as a welcoming gift to the town.”

megumi stared at the bag in his hand as if it had suddenly gained weight. after a moment, he gave a small nod.

“woah— hold on.” your tone shifted with sudden curiosity as you leaned closer, squinting slightly at his face. “did you put on any sunscreen? your face is really red.”

you pointed toward the skin beneath his eyes. “you’ll get sunburnt at this point.”

megumi instinctively raised his hand and brushed his fingers across the spot you indicated. the skin stung immediately and he hissed softly at the contact. he was already preparing to mutter something about itadori using half the bottle earlier and leaving him with barely any when—

plop.

something landed squarely on top of his head.

megumi blinked.

the faint clinking of metal and the soft crunch of gravel followed as you began wheeling your bicycle away.

he lifted a hand to his head and felt the woven texture of something unfamiliar. when he pulled it off, he found himself staring at the orange-painted hat you’d been wearing earlier. the little handmade leaf at the top wobbled gently in the breeze.

megumi turned quickly. “hey!” he called, waving it towards you. “your hat!”

“keep it for now!” you called over your shoulder, laughter bright in your voice as the bicycle bell jingled softly with the motion. “you need it more than me!”

the distance between you grew quickly as you pedaled away, your voice floated back one last time. “plus! let that be a reason for me to see you again if you want to return it!”

your giggles faded gradually into the quiet of the path, swallowed by the rustle of leaves and the soft hum of cicadas hidden somewhere in the greenery. megumi stood there for a moment longer, the hat still in his hand. the warm breeze moved through the trees again, carrying with it the scent of salt from the ocean and the lingering sweetness of freshly peeled tangerines.

later, when megumi returned to the beach, he was holding a mesh bag full of tangerines.

and absolutely no lemonade.

a few days passed after that and somehow, the hat had never left megumi’s possession.

it sat beside him when he slept, hung loosely from the strap of his bag during the day, and more often than not he found himself turning it over in his hands without even realizing it. his fingers tracing the the rough weave of the orange painted straw and the little handmade leaf that wobbled slightly whenever he tilted it.

“somebody put it on my head as a free gift,” he had said when nobara inevitably noticed it. “i left before he could scam me.” the lie had come out flat and quick.

nobara squinted at him like she didn’t buy it for a second. “who gives out free hats?”

“tourist traps,” megumi replied without missing a beat. she had clicked her tongue and dropped it soon after.

still, the hat stayed.

the days themselves passed slowly and warmly, the beach becoming their routine. mornings filled with the sound of waves folding against the shore, afternoons thick with sunlight and the constant scent of sunscreen drifting from the cluster of towels where they usually sat. somewhere in that mix, the bright sweetness of tangerines seemed to linger everywhere now.

strangely enough, megumi slept better.

for the first time in a long while, his nights passed quietly, without the usual restless dreams clawing their way into his sleep. the only thing that occasionally dragged him back to consciousness was toge’s snoring from the other side of the room. which, honestly, might have qualified as its own kind of nightmare.

today was another beach day.

but megumi wasn’t walking the path at the same relaxed pace he had before.

his steps were quicker now, his eyes drifting constantly along the edges of the road, scanning the shaded paths between houses and the narrow lanes lined with trees. the breeze shifted softly through the leaves above him, and every now and then his ears perked slightly, almost expecting to hear the faint ring of a bicycle bell.

nothing. only birds, the rustle of branches, and the distant murmur of the sea behind him.

megumi exhaled quietly and continued forward until the path widened into the town’s small square.

the market was already alive with movement.

stalls lined the open space beneath colorful cloth canopies, their tables crowded with baskets of vegetables, bundles of herbs, fresh fish resting over crushed ice, and rows of fruit that glowed like little pieces of sunlight. the air carried a mixture of scents that hit all at once; sharp green herbs, salty fish, ripe tomatoes, citrus oils, and the faint sweetness of baked bread drifting from somewhere nearby.

megumi paused for a moment, slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of smells. he hadn’t even realized a place could smell like so many things at once.

around him, the locals moved through the square with an easy rhythm. some vendors raised their voices enthusiastically, calling out to passing customers and waving them closer to inspect their produce:

“fresh tomatoes! picked this morning!”

“best fish you’ll find this side of the coast!”

others were quieter, sitting behind their stalls with patient calm. one older woman knitted slowly beneath the shade of her umbrella, occasionally glancing up between stitches. another man leaned back in his chair reading a wrinkled magazine, pencil tapping against the page where a crossword puzzle waited half-finished.

megumi instinctively gravitated toward the quieter side of the market. he pulled the folded paper from his pocket, flattening it in one hand as he walked. nobara’s handwriting was aggressively large across the page.

‘since you forgot the ONE thing i asked you for, ‘she had snapped earlier that morning, shoving the list into his chest, ‘i’m sending you back with this. now when you mess it up again we can just blame it on you being stupid.’

he walked between the stalls, scanning the items one by one as he mentally sorted through what he needed.

then something bright caught his eye.

a small stand sat near the edge of the square, its table covered almost entirely with tangerines. piles of them filled shallow baskets, their skins glowing a rich orange beneath the sunlight that slipped between the market canopies.

megumi stopped mid-step.

then, almost without thinking, he darted straight toward it.

the small wooden stall looked almost like it had been decorated by someone who couldn’t stop thinking about tangerines. little doodles were carved and scribbled across the surface of the wood; tiny round fruits with leaves, simple smiling ones, some drawn with quick, messy lines that made them look like something a child had drawn. a few were painted in faded orange, others barely visible where the wood had been worn smooth by years of use.

for a second, he just stood there, staring at the stand and the piles of glowing fruit stacked in shallow baskets across the table. he hoped—

“oh my god, it’s you!”

the voice exploded from behind the stall before he could even finish the thought. megumi’s head jerked up, eyes widening.

there you were, popping out from behind the baskets as if you’d been waiting there the whole time, your grin stretching impossibly wide. the sunlight caught your face, lighting it up in a way that made the entire stall seem warmer, brighter, almost like the tangerines themselves had blushed.

your outfit was the same aas last time. soft oranges and greens that blended perfectly with the fruit around you. and perched atop megumi’s head was the familiar woven hat, slightly tilted from his awkward handling of it earlier.

for a heartbeat, megumi completely forgot how to speak.

“…hello.” the word came out small, clipped, and unsure. he dipped into a polite bow, clutching the bag of groceries to his chest as if it were a shield.

“i’ve come to bring you your hat back,” he added, fingers brushing the brim awkwardly, confirming it was still there.

you leaned on the stall, a soft chuckle escaping, and immediately megumi felt that familiar, strange dryness creeping into his throat, his heart thudding a little faster.

“wow,” you said lightly, tilting your head and squinting at him through the sunlight. “you were that eager to see me?”

megumi shook his head quickly. “n-no, i just—”

he stopped.

because the moment he looked up again, you had pushed your lower lip out in a exaggerated pout, eyebrows lifted as if disappointed in the world itself.

his brain short-circuited entirely. “well— i mean—” he stuttered, words tangling and tumbling over each other. “y-yeah— i mean—sure…”

the pause that followed lasted only a second, but it felt like the world had frozen around him.

then you laughed. it spilled out of you; bright, musical, completely unrestrained. and it made megumi’s chest tighten in a way he didn’t understand. your shoulders shook, your eyes twinkled, and for a moment, all he could do was watch.

“god, you are adorable!” you managed between breaths of laughter. “you should see your face.”

you dabbed at the corner of your eye with a finger as if the moment amused you as much as it terrified him.

megumi dropped his gaze instantly, the heat rushing to his cheeks. he pulled the brim of the hat down over his face, trying desperately to hide the flush, his fingers curling around the straw like it could shield him.

“please… stop it,” he muttered, voice quiet.

you inhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself. “okay, okay,” you said, still smiling as you waved your hands in surrender. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

you leaned forward across the stall, reaching out toward him. megumi instinctively bent slightly so you could reach the top of his head without stretching too far. your fingers brushed lightly against his hair as you lifted the hat away, the woven straw sliding free with a soft rustle before you settled it back onto your own head. the tiny leaf at the top wobbled proudly.

“thank you very much!” you said brightly, flashing him another grin.

megumi straightened slowly. “…you’re welcome.”

the words came out softer than he intended, and for a moment the space between you filled only with the quiet rustle of the market. the distant murmur of vendors, the shifting of baskets, the faint scent of herbs and citrus drifting lazily through the warm air.

you tilted your head slightly, watching him with that same curious brightness in your eyes.

“though,” you said after a moment, resting your elbows lightly on the edge of the stall, “i am a bit sad now.”

megumi blinked.

you puffed your cheeks out in a small pout, fingers tapping against the wood covered in tiny doodled tangerines. “now we don’t really have a reason to meet again.”

megumi’s brain promptly stopped working.

“e-eh?!”

the sound escaped him before he could stop it. he quickly scratched the back of his neck, clearly scrambling for something.

“i don’t really have anything on me to give you…” he admitted awkwardly, glancing down at the bag of groceries still clutched in his hand.

you hummed thoughtfully for half a second. then your expression brightened. “well, you have your word!”

“my word?”

you chuckled lifting your hand and extending your pinky finger across the stall toward him. “just promise you’ll come see me one more time before summer ends.”

megumi stared at your pinky for a moment like it was a surprisingly serious contract. the market noise faded slightly around him, replaced by the quiet rustle of leaves somewhere beyond the square and the warm scent of fruit stacked around the stall.

after a second, he slowly raised his own hand. his pinky hooked around yours. the contact was light but deliberate, the simple gesture sealing the promise in a way that felt oddly significant.

a small smile appeared on megumi’s face before he even realized it.

you noticed immediately. and it felt like you had just won the greatest prize imaginable.

“here,” you said suddenly, pulling your hand back and turning to the baskets beside you. “before you go.”

you grabbed a mesh bag and began dropping several bright tangerines inside, the fruits landing with soft, hollow thuds before you held the bag out toward him. “for the number two tangerine lover!”

“number two?” megumi raised an eyebrow, though a quiet chuckle escaped him as he reached forward to take it. “who’s number one?”

you straightened dramatically, placing a hand over your chest with exaggerated pride. “me, of course! who else?”

“of course…” megumi shook his head lightly, the corner of his mouth lifting again.

megumi had barely adjusted the bag of tangerines in his hands when something suddenly nudged hard into his side. he shifted instinctively, stepping a half step away, and an old man pushed himself into the space beside him like he owned the ground beneath his feet. his finger shot forward immediately, pointing straight at you across the stall.

“i told you not to put your stall here. this is my spot!”

his voice cut through the gentle noise of the square, sharp and loud enough that a few nearby heads turned.

you didn’t flinch, you simply stared at him, your brows slowly knitting together while the little orange leaf on your hat wobbled slightly as you tilted your head.

megumi felt a faint tension creep up his spine. instinctively, he shifted his weight forward, the urge to step in flickering briefly in the back of his mind. but a tourist arguing with a local in the middle of a town square was a terrible idea.

before he could decide anything, you spoke.

“this isn’t anybody’s place,” you said, crossing your arms calmly over your chest. “unless you bought this exact patch of dirt, then sure, it can be yours.”

the old man’s face twisted immediately. “i fucking swear,” he spat, glaring at you with open irritation. “you’re just like your grandmother.”

your arms tightened slightly against yourself. megumi noticed it, the smallest shift in your posture, barely there but real.

the man jabbed a finger toward the stall again. “if i see you here tomorrow,” he barked, “i’ll smash this damn thing to pieces!”

for a moment, the threat hung heavy in the air. megumi’s confusion only grew when you suddenly smiled. it was bright, almost exaggeratedly cheerful as you lifted both hands in a harmless little gesture.

“alright, alright,” you said lightly, waving him off with fake patience. “no need to get so aggressive, old man!” the man muttered something under his breath, clearly a string of curses, and turned as if ready to storm away. “wait!”

your voice stopped him, he paused with visible annoyance, turning back halfway. you leaned down behind the stall, grabbed one of the bright tangerines from the basket, and held it out toward him with a wide grin. “here,” you said sweetly. “a peace offering!”

for a split second megumi thought he might slap it straight out of your hand.

his arm twitched.

but instead the man snatched the fruit roughly from your fingers, gripping it tight as if the poor thing had personally offended him. he scoffed loudly before turning again and stomping off through the square, his footsteps sharp against the stone.

megumi stood there, completely still.

did you just… curse somebody?

the evening draped itself like a soft, warm blanket. the last traces of sunlight lingering on the wooden balcony while the faint sound of waves brushed against the shore somewhere beyond the trees. gojo lounged back in his chair, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose as he regarded the boy beside him.

megumi barely moved, elbows resting on his knees, a single tangerine turning slowly between his fingers, the only movement betraying the storm of thought inside him. his grip tightened slightly as gojo spoke:

“i got information today,” gojo said, his voice calm but carrying a quiet weight, “another person died from the illness. older male.”

megumi’s fingers clenched harder around the fruit, and gojo let his gaze linger, noting the subtle tremor that ran through his hands. he didn’t flinch, didn’t speak, but the tension in his shoulders said enough.

after a moment, gojo let out a long, soft sigh, tilting his head as he watched the sky darken, the first stars beginning to prick the dusky blue. “i know this whole mission touches a nerve for you,” he said, words measured, careful, “i didn’t give it to you to torture you.”

megumi’s hands shook slightly, and gojo’s eyes softened behind the lenses of his glasses.

“i gave it to you because i trust you,” gojo continued, letting the weight of the words hang between them. “because facing something like this… it’s not about punishment. it’s about growth. it’s about becoming the kind of person who can carry the weight, no matter how heavy it gets.”

he leaned back further, hands resting behind his head, voice steady but gentle, letting the space stretch between them.

“you can handle it,” gojo added after a pause, “and it’s exactly the kind of thing that makes you stronger as a person.”

the summer night had cooled just enough for the air to feel soft against the skin, a quiet breeze drifting in from the ocean and brushing through megumi’s hair as he walked along the empty stretch of shore. the tide rolled in slow, steady breaths, each wave pulling moonlight across the water until the sea shimmered like scattered glass beneath the pale sky.

megumi walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, head lowered, his gaze fixed on the sand at his feet rather than the wide horizon in front of him. every few steps he nudged a stray pebble forward with the tip of his sandal, letting it bounce ahead before kicking it again without really thinking about it.

his mind was somewhere else entirely.

he had to find you and execute you.

the thought sat heavily in his chest, heavy enough that even the salty night air felt difficult to breathe.

how was he supposed to do that?

the question circled endlessly in his head as the waves crept up and retreated along the shore. it wasn’t the act of killing itself that troubled him. megumi had been a sorcerer long enough to understand what needed to be done when curses were involved.

but this wasn’t simple. because the more he thought about it, the less it made sense.

did you even know you were cursing people?

he replayed the memory again, the image sharp and impossible to ignore. the moment when you had handed that tangerine to the old man in the square, smiling so brightly it almost felt ridiculous and for the briefest second, megumi had seen it.

a shadow behind your back.

something thin and writhing, like a knot of blackened roots crawling out from your spine. it had appeared only for a moment, stretching outward with the tangerine as cursed energy seeped into the fruit. then it curled back in on itself, wrapping around your body again like a second skin before vanishing completely beneath your warmth and laughter.

you hadn’t reacted.

megumi had stood there frozen, realization settling slowly and horribly in his mind. the curse wasn’t just near you. it was attached to you.

worse than that, he was almost certain the two of you were bound together. the way the cursed energy moved, the way it fed from you and returned. if he destroyed the curse directly, there was a very real chance that the backlash would take you with it.

killing the curse might mean killing you.

megumi exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. he hadn’t eaten a single tangerine you’d given him since that day. the small bag still sat in his room at the apartment, untouched.

was he afraid they were cursed too?

…no.

he didn’t think that was it.

still, every time he reached for one, something stopped him. an invisible hesitation that made him pull his hand back before the peel could even break beneath his fingers.

he kicked the pebble ahead again, watching it bounce across the damp sand. his thoughts spiraled deeper and deeper until—

a quiet sound cut through the night.

sniffling.

megumi stopped walking.

his head lifted toward the sound, eyes scanning the dim shoreline until they landed on the small wooden bench near the path.

you were sitting there. the moonlight fell across you in pale streaks, catching the shine of wet tears on your cheeks as you blinked at him, clearly startled to see someone there at all. for a moment neither of you moved. the waves rolled quietly behind you, the wind tugging gently at your clothes.

you just stared at each other.

then, almost immediately, you groaned and covered your face with both hands.

“don’t look at me!” you whined miserably, rubbing at your eyes in a frantic attempt to wipe the tears away. megumi stiffened where he stood, caught completely off guard. “i’m all teary-eyed and snotty and fucking gross,” you complained through your hands, voice thick as you tried to scrub your face dry.

megumi blinked once, then raised an eyebrow slightly. “…yeah. because you’re crying.”

you peeked through your fingers immediately. “are you lecturing me?”

“uh— no,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly very aware that he had absolutely no idea how to handle a crying person. especially you. his mind ran through a dozen useless options: say something comforting, offer help, do something normal.

instead he just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before blurting, “hold on.”

and then he turned and ran.

down the path, sandals kicking up bits of gravel as he sprinted toward the nearest open market stall he remembered passing earlier. a few minutes later he came rushing back, slightly out of breath, carrying a plastic bottle of cold water, a small pack of tissues, and almost instinctively a couple of fresh tangerines tucked under his arm.

by the time he reached the bench again, you had calmed down a little. your shoulders weren’t shaking anymore, though your eyes were still red and your nose slightly pink from crying.

megumi slowed his steps as he approached.

you glanced up at him just as he reached the bench and he gently pressed the cold water bottle against your cheek. you flinched immediately from the sudden chill. “hey!”

but the protest faded almost as quickly as it came. the coolness seeped into your warm skin and you leaned into it without thinking, your cheek pressing softly against the plastic as if you’d suddenly decided it was the most comforting thing in the world.

you didn’t take the bottle. you just stayed there, nuzzling slightly into the cold surface with a quiet sigh.

megumi hesitated. then sat down beside you on the bench, holding the bottle in place against your cheek so you wouldn’t have to move. his arm would probably start cramping soon. but as you leaned there against him, megumi found himself thinking that even if his arm started cramping, he probably wouldn’t put the bottle down.

“do you want to talk?”

you shook your head immediately; cheek still pressed against the cold plastic.

“alright,” he said simply.

he shifted his grip on the bottle slightly so it rested more comfortably against your face.

“do you want me to wait until you want to talk?”

you sniffled and nodded.

a quiet scoff slipped out of him, though the corner of his mouth lifted faintly.

“alright.”

he pulled the bottle away after a moment to twist the cap open, you reached over and took it from his hand, lifting it to your lips. the cold water slid down your throat and you hummed softly, the chill easing the dryness that crying had left behind.

megumi watched for a second before looking down and rummaging through the plastic bag he’d brought. it rustled quietly in the night air as he searched through it and eventually pulled out a tangerine.

your eyes brightened instantly.

“they’re not… yours,” he said, glancing at the fruit in his hand, “but it’s better than nothing.”

he sank his nails into the peel. the skin split with a soft tear, releasing a faint, sharp citrus scent into the air. he winced slightly when the juice brushed against the small cut near his cuticle, though he quickly masked it, continuing the task with quiet concentration.

you watched him the whole time.

his hands worked slowly and carefully, peeling the skin away in curling strips before placing them neatly back into the bag. once the fruit was bare, he began separating the slices one by one, methodically removing the thin white pith from each segment with surprising patience.

the ocean breeze tugged lightly at his dark hair as he focused, brows faintly drawn. when he finally held out the first slice toward you, you didn’t move.

you just stared at him. the look on your face was soft, almost stunned, as if he’d just done something far more impressive than peeling fruit under the moonlight.

megumi shifted slightly, a faint grimace crossing his face. “…are you… going to take it?”

you still didn’t move.

his ears warmed.

after a second he sighed quietly and extended his hand a little farther, bringing the tangerine slice closer to your lips.

you leaned forward and took it gently from his fingers with your lips, your teeth breaking the thin membrane as the slightly sour juice spread across your tongue.

you didn’t seem to mind the taste at all.

your attention remained fixed on him instead. the dark-haired boy beside you, carefully peeling another slice of fruit as if it were the most important task in the world, the tips of his ears faintly pink and his eyes stubbornly focused on the work in his hands.

he handed you another piece. this time you took it with a small smile, a quiet chuckle slipping out as you chewed.

megumi glanced at you.“do tangerines cheer you up that much?”

you nodded immediately,

he looked back down at the fruit in his hands. “…i’m glad.”

for a while after that, neither of you said much.

then your voice came, quieter than before.

“my grandma…”

megumi’s hands slowed.

he didn’t interrupt, but the way his posture shifted made it clear he was listening now, fully.

“she loved tangerines,” you said softly. “so much that when i was little there wasn’t a single dish she made that didn’t have at least a little bit of the juice in it. rice, soups, marinades… everything.” you let out a small chuckle, your gaze drifting toward the ocean. “the kitchen always smelled like tangerines too.”

megumi handed you another slice.

you took it absently.

“i loved it when i was little,” you continued, rolling the slice between your fingers before eating it. “but when i got older… i guess i got sick of it. the smell followed me everywhere.” you pulled your knees up onto the bench, wrapping your arms around them as the breeze tugged lightly at your clothes. “in school people said i smelled like tangerines all the time. some of my classmates started making fun of me for it.”

you huffed quietly. “which is stupid, right? but bullies always find the dumbest things to pick on.”

megumi didn’t say anything, he just kept peeling the fruit slowly beside you.

“one day i snapped,” you said after a moment, your voice softer now. “i told her i hated tangerines. that i hated the smell and that it was her fault everyone made fun of me.”

you paused.

“do you know what she did?” you glanced sideways at him, expecting boredom or polite disinterest.

instead you found his gaze already on you.

his eyes traced your face carefully, like he was memorizing every small shift in your expression. the attention made a faint warmth rise to your cheeks, and you quickly looked away again before continuing.

“she just laughed,” you said, a small breath of amusement leaving you. “she told me that one day i’d love tangerines just as much as she did.”

you stared out at the ocean again.

“and before i knew it… i did.”

megumi’s hands stilled slightly on the fruit in his lap.

“the house didn’t smell like tangerines anymore,” you continued quietly. “the pots weren’t warm when i walked into the kitchen. the food wasn’t sitting on the table waiting for me. there wasn’t her voice telling me not to turn out like my dad.”

your fingers tightened slightly around your legs. “there wasn’t her laughter anymore either.”

“the village hated her,” you murmured. “because of what her son— my dad, did. people looked at her like she was something rotten… like she carried the same stain he did.” your voice faltered slightly. “and because i was his daughter… they looked at me the same way.”

megumi’s chest felt tight.

“like we were something cursed.”

your shoulders trembled as you pressed your face briefly against your knees.

“and i just…” your voice cracked. “…i just wished they would all die.”

megumi went completely still beside you.

the words sank into the quiet between you, heavier than the humid night air and the slow rhythm of the tide. the ocean rolled in and out against the shore, each wave brushing the sand with a soft sigh, but megumi barely heard it anymore.

his fingers stopped moving, the peel hung loosely between them, a thin strip of orange skin dangling as his grip tightened without him realizing.

his breath caught in his throat.

how— how was he supposed to execute you?

how was he supposed to do it now?

his gaze drifted toward you without fully turning his head. you were still curled in on yourself, arms wrapped around your legs on the bench, shoulders trembling faintly in the moonlight. the silver glow from the water reflected softly across your face, catching in the tear tracks along your cheeks.

megumi’s mind tried to reach for something solid, logic. the cold certainty he usually relied on when dealing with curses. but everything tangled the moment it circled back to you.

his fingers curled tighter around the fruit until the thin skin creased under the pressure.

he should do it.

that was the mission.

he had seen it with his own eyes. the curse that clung to you wasn’t subtle; it had slipped from your back like smoke the first time he noticed it, stretching and twisting before wrapping itself around your body again, possessive and intimate in a way that made his stomach twist.

you didn’t even know it existed. you moved through your days like any other person, laughing, talking, offering him tangerines with sticky fingers and a crooked smile, completely unaware of the thing that breathed alongside you.

you were simply… living.

so why— why were you the one who had to die for it?

megumi swallowed hard, jaw tightening as the questions churned through his mind with nowhere to land. the scent of citrus felt suddenly overwhelming in his hands, sharp and sweet and impossible to ignore.

then your voice broke through his thoughts.

“are you okay?”

you were staring at him, brows drawn together in quiet concern, your earlier sadness momentarily forgotten as you leaned a little closer.

it took him a second to realize what had caught your attention.

his lip.

megumi felt it then; the dull sting where his teeth had been digging in too hard, the metallic taste of blood spreading slowly across his tongue. when he pulled back slightly, a thin line of red had already formed where the skin had split.

“oh— shit.”

he quickly dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping the blood away like it was nothing more than an absent habit. his shoulders shifted in that subtle way he always did when he was trying to brush something off.

you watched the motion carefully, for half a second you didn’t say anything, then your shoulders tightened. “i’m sorry.”

“what?”

you rubbed the back of your neck, the movement awkward and restless as your gaze dropped to your shoes. grains of sand clung to the edges of them where the tide had brushed up earlier, and you nudged one foot into the ground like you suddenly found it very interesting.

“i just kind of dumped all that stuff on you. about my grandma… the village… everything. i didn’t even stop to think about how you might feel hearing it, or if you even wanted to listen in the first place.” your words started to tumble out faster the longer you spoke, the way they did when embarrassment got the better of you. “i mean, we barely know each other and i just—”

“stop that.”

the words cut cleanly through your rambling.

you froze mid-sentence, your head lifting in surprise.

his expression wasn’t sharp or irritated the way it sometimes got when people talked too much; if anything, it had softened in that quiet, unreadable way of his. the wind stirred through his dark hair, pushing a few stubborn strands across his forehead as he watched you.

“if i didn’t care,” he said simply, “i wouldn’t be here right now.”

the honesty in the statement settled between you more heavily than he probably intended.

you looked at him for a long time.

“…but you don’t know me,” you murmured eventually, your voice quieter now.

megumi hesitated.

something flickered behind his eyes, uncertainty, maybe, before he slowly lifted his hand and held it out toward you. the gesture was simple, almost awkward. you stared at his hand, confusion flickering across your face as your gaze moved back up to him.

“megumi,” he clarified quietly. “my name.”

for a moment you just looked at him.

then something in your expression softened, and a small, surprised laugh slipped from you before you could stop it. you reached forward and took his hand without hesitation, your fingers curling around his as you told him your name in return.

megumi repeated it under his breath once, like he was committing it carefully to memory.

“megumi, huh?” you said after a second, a soft grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

he immediately looked a little awkward about it. his free hand lifted to scratch at the back of his head, shoulders shifting as a faint flush crept up along the tips of his ears. “i know,” he muttered, glancing off toward the water. “it’s… a girl’s name.”

“no,” you said gently.

the way you said it made him look back at you.

you were smiling. there was something so open and sincere in the expression that megumi suddenly didn’t know where to put his eyes. “i think it suits you.”

the ocean stretched endlessly behind him, moonlight scattering across the slow-moving waves in long silver streaks. the wind lifted your hair slightly as you tilted your head, studying him with a quiet sort of curiosity, like you were trying to understand something that had only just revealed itself.

then you said, almost thoughtfully,

“you feel like my blessing.”

ah.

megumi felt something shift deep in his chest, something warm and unfamiliar that spread outward before he could stop it. it was the kind of feeling that made his ribs feel tight, like his heart had suddenly grown too large for the space it lived in.

he looked at you sitting beside him, the faint redness still lingering around your eyes from earlier tears, the smell of tangerines clinging faintly to your hands, the night breeze tugging softly at your clothes as you smiled at him like he was something unexpectedly good that had simply appeared in your life.

like he belonged there.

maybe…

maybe he could allow himself something small.

after all, everyone was selfish sometimes.

and so, that summer.

megumi let himself be selfish.

megumi will never get used to the way you say his name.

it always sounds a little different when it leaves your lips, as if you’re trying out all the possible ways it could exist in the world.

sometimes it comes out stretched and playful, the syllables rolling lazily off your tongue as laughter follows right after, usually when your bicycle bumps into him for the third time that week along the narrow path leading into town. the bell on your handlebars always rings too late, and the soft thud of the tire against his leg is almost routine by now.

you always wobble, nearly tipping the bicycle over in your hurry to steady yourself, your hair falling into your face as you grin sheepishly.

megumi stands there with that same unimpressed look he tries very hard to maintain. he points toward the wheels with mock threat, something about popping your tires but the words never hold any real bite. if anything, his scolding always circles back to you. how you’re the one who’ll get hurt riding that recklessly, how the path isn’t wide enough for your terrible biking skills.

other times it’s quieter.

softer.

the kind of way that belongs only to the two of you when the day settles into evening and the shore grows still beneath the fading sun. the ocean breathes slowly beside you, waves curling against the sand while the sky deepens into colors that melt from gold into violet.

you always insist your hands are freezing and megumi never argues for long. his hands end up covering yours eventually, his fingers awkwardly wrapping around them as the cool sea breeze brushes against your skin. the smell of salt and damp sand lingers in the air while the two of you wander along the shore until you inevitably claim the same weathered bench near the water.

you curl against him there without hesitation, your head resting on his shoulder as if the space was made for you. megumi sits still at first, a little stiff, but it never lasts long. eventually he’s peeling a tangerine, his fingers working carefully through the bright skin while the sharp citrus scent mixes with the ocean air.

slice after slice disappears between your lips as he hands them over. sometimes he pulls one back at the last second just to eat it himself. the offended noise you make afterward always dissolves into laughter, your breath warm and shaky against his shoulder while the waves continue their slow rhythm beyond the sand.

megumi finds that he likes that sound more than he expected.

then there are the afternoons when you drag him somewhere new along the coast, slipping away from the busier parts of the beach and weaving through narrow rock paths until the two of you find the hidden stretch of water you like best. the rocks there rise tall enough to block the wind, forming a quiet little pocket of ocean where the water glows clear and blue beneath the sun.

megumi steps carefully along the wet stones, watching where he places his feet.

you, however, move like you’ve known the place your entire life.

your laughter echoes between the rocks when you reach back to grab his arm, tugging him toward the water before he can protest. the stones are slick with dark green algae and he nearly slips more than once, earning a dramatic look from you each time as if you’re personally offended by his lack of balance.

your silent scolding always comes with narrowed eyes and a firm grip on his sleeve, pulling him farther away from the sharp edges until the two of you finally dive beneath the cool surface together.

the water wraps around you instantly, muffling the outside world into quiet blue stillness.

beneath the surface the light bends through the water in soft shifting patterns, illuminating small clusters of coral where schools of fish dart back and forth like flashes of living color. sometimes they move so quickly that they brush against megumi’s arms or legs, their tiny bodies flicking past his skin before disappearing again into the reef.

you always surface first, pushing your hair back as you laugh quietly, the sound echoing between the rocks while droplets of seawater catch the sunlight around you.

megumi never quite knows what expression he’s wearing in those moments.

he only knows that the sound of his name always seems to follow right after.

megumi pushes wet hair out of his eyes just as a bit of seawater slips the wrong way into his nose. he turns his head immediately, sneezing once, then again, blinking hard as the sting fades.

the reaction earns a bright burst of laughter from you.

megumi looks over at you, brows knitting together in mild offense even though the corner of his mouth has already betrayed him.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, irritation carefully placed into his tone.

you tilt your head, still laughing.

“you.”

that’s it.

just you.

your laughter lingers another second before it abruptly cuts off when a splash of water hits your mouth. you cough slightly, blinking as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, clearly offended.

you squint.

“you little—”

your hands smack down onto the surface of the ocean, sending a wave of water straight toward him. megumi recoils half a second too late, and then the retaliation begins in full.

water slaps loudly against the rocks as the two of you start splashing back and forth, each attack more aggressive than the last. droplets glitter in the sunlight as they fly through the air, catching in your hair and clinging to megumi’s eyelashes while your laughter mixes with the crashing of water.

eventually you’re the first to break.

you cough again between breaths, lifting both hands in the air in defeat.

“i surrender!” you wheeze, waving one arm dramatically above the water. “i surrender!”

megumi finally stops, chest rising and falling as the adrenaline of the moment fades.

then he laughs.

not the quiet scoff he usually hides behind his sleeve, but a full, genuine laugh that escapes him before he can stop it. it rolls up from his chest, warm and unguarded, and the sound lingers between the rocks as the last ripples of the water settle around them. (a/n: hes so pretty it’s unreal)

you stare at him for a moment. your hair has fallen completely over your face by now, strands sticking to your cheeks and eyelashes as you squint through the mess.

without really thinking about it, he reaches forward.

his fingers slide through the damp strands, brushing them gently away from your eyes and tucking them to the side. somewhere in the motion his hand ends up cupping your cheek, cool seawater dripping from his wrist while his thumb rests briefly near your temple.

he doesn’t seem to notice.

“you look like a wet poodle,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice softer now.

you blink up at him, unimpressed.

“says the one whose family relative is a sea urchin.”

megumi’s brows lift slightly.

“oh-ho,” he says, leaning a little closer with mock curiosity. “little missy’s starting to bite back now?”

his fingers pinch your cheek lightly.

you smack his hand away instantly, cheeks puffing in protest. “cause you suck!”

megumi grins, his eyes glinting as he extends both hands toward your shoulders. you lean slightly, curiosity painted across your wet, glowing face. your eyes widen as he smirks, leaning closer, and you start to protest, “wait—”

before you can finish, he pushes down, dunking you under the water just like you had done to him a few minutes ago. bubbles rush past your nose as you resurface, sniffling and coughing lightly, water clinging to your lashes.

“you know what,” you gasp, water dripping from your hair, “i’ll give you that one.”

you extend a hand, and megumi meets it with a high five, but his palm lingers against yours a second longer, fingers brushing and holding in a way that makes your chest flutter slightly.

then, you remember something, eyes lighting up. “oh! i have to teach you something!” you exclaim, bouncing slightly in the water.

“oh, what now?” he scoffs in irritation. but you know better, his tone means nothing.

“okay, so,” you start, splashing your hands for emphasis, “you take a deep breath,” demonstrating with a long inhale, “then you dive as far down as you can, twist your body so you’re facing up, and open your eyes! trust me, it’s so freaking cool!”

megumi presses a hand over his face, shielding his eyes from the splashes and the sun, a half-grin tugging at his lips.

he huffs out a shaky laugh, “okay, okay! let me try. but if my eyes sting from the salt, it’s your fault,” the corner of his mouth quirking despite the warning in his voice.

he inhales, chest swelling with the deep pull of the sea air, then plunges beneath the surface. the water envelops him, cool and dense, pressing softly against his skin. he twists, turns his body as you instructed, and slowly opens one eye, then the other.

everything blurs at first; the shifting currents, the way the sunlight fractures into dancing shards through the water. his eyes sting lightly, a sharp reminder of the salt, but he can’t pull away from the sight before him. the light filters through the waves in streaks of gold and sapphire, moving like liquid fire across the dark blue expanse. in that moment, it’s as if he’s floating in the sky, weightless and untethered, drawing closer to the sun with each heartbeat.

then a shadow passes over him, soft and deliberate, and his chest tightens. you swim above, backlit by the sun, hair clinging to your face and shoulders, the light haloing around you like an angel.

compelled by some strange gravity, he extends his hands, tracing the curve of your shoulder, letting the tips of his fingers brush your skin, and then moving higher to graze your cheek. through the blur of water and the sting in his eyes, he sees your smile, small but utterly luminous, and his lids droop slightly, savoring the image like sunlight stored in memory.

you lean closer, and without thinking, he mirrors you, letting the distance collapse, the tip of your nose nearly brushing his. time seems to stretch, the water holding them suspended.

and just as the space between you narrows, a small rush of bubbles escapes his lips, a sharp reminder of the air he’s running out of. he kicks hard with his legs, shooting upward, and breaks through the surface in one hurried rush.

the heat of the afternoon pressed gently against megumi’s skin as he lay sprawled on the balcony, the wooden boards warm beneath him. the sun spilled over the edge of the roof, slipping past gojo’s shadow as he leaned lazily against the railing. a faint breeze rustled through the leaves nearby, carrying the mingled scent of salt from the sea and the faint sweetness of tangerines still lingering in his senses from earlier days.

“where have you been off to, megumi-chan?” gojo’s voice sliced through the quiet, drawing him from the haze of memory.

megumi squinted, letting the warmth press against his face, a faint crease between his brows. “i got sidetracked in town,” he said flatly, eyes closing again, offering nothing more.

the rhythmic chirping of crickets filled the air, a sharp, high-pitched symphony that grated against his ears. he could almost hear the memory of your voice explaining how the insects’ song had marked your childhood afternoons, the sound weaving into the heat of the sun itself.

gojo scoffed, grinning, and with a casual flick he tugged megumi’s shirt up and shoved a packaged popsicle against his bare stomach. the cold hit instantly, he yelped, pulling it free, grumbling under his breath, but the pale green treat gleamed in the sunlight, and the sweet, frosty scent made him pause. he tore the wrapper carefully and let the ice melt slowly on his tongue, the cool mint cutting through the warmth of the day.

the balcony fell silent, save for the distant crash of waves and the persistent chirping.

“i know you’ve been seeing her.” gojo’s face was unreadable behind the dark lenses of his glasses, his voice quiet, almost heavy. “why?”

megumi stayed silent for a long beat, the popsicle melting faster in his hand, its cold dripping onto his palm.

finally, his voice, soft and shaky, broke through. “you always tell me to be selfish… so i decided to take it into action.”

gojo’s reply came slow, deliberate, as if weighing the weight of every word. “are you willing to be selfish… enough for another, so much so that you will destroy yourself afterward?” there was a tremor in his tone, one that suggested he had felt the same.

megumi’s head bowed, voice barely more than a whisper, unstable in the edges “just this summer… let me…”

“please… satoru.”

the popsicle in his hand softened, its shape collapsing in the sun, melting faster than he could notice. the sweetness dripped down his fingers, sticky and fleeting, and somehow mirrored the ache in his chest.

gojo said nothing. silent in a way he never had before.

for a moment, megumi felt utterly alone and completely seen all at once.

“she’s sick?”

“yes, young man,” the old woman beside your stall looked up from the bundle of dried herbs she had been tying together with thin twine. adjusting the little round glasses perched low on her nose.

megumi stood there for a second longer than necessary, staring at the empty stall spot.

without the wooden counter that was covered in the faded doodles of tangerines you had once proudly told him about, the little uneven tangarines drawn by your younger self when your grandmother had decided the stand needed “more personality.”

normally you were there.

perched behind that counter with that bright tangerine-colored hat on your head and sleeves rolled up, greeting every passerby with a grin that showed all your teeth.

megumi swallowed, something uneasy settling in his chest.

“she’ll be fine,” the old woman added casually, waving a hand as if it were nothing serious. “caught a bit of a fever. happens when people forget they’re human and try to work every day.”

megumi nodded once.

then, somehow. he found himself standing in front of your house.

he wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened.

one minute he had been walking through the market, the next he had a bag clutched awkwardly in his hand, stuffed with things he barely remembered buying; cold tablets, instant soup packets, bottled tea, and a few other things the pharmacist had recommended while eyeing him suspiciously.

now he stood at your front door.

the house was small and warm-looking, tucked quietly along the narrow street. wind chimes hung from the porch roof, swaying gently whenever the breeze drifted through, their soft clinking mixing with the distant sound of cicadas buzzing in the afternoon heat.

megumi stared at the door like it had personally offended him.

what was he doing?

megumi stood on your small wooden porch with his hand lifted halfway toward the door, fingers hovering uncertainly in the air like he had forgotten what they were supposed to do. after a moment the courage drained right back out of him, and his hand slowly dropped to his side again.

instead of knocking, he started pacing. the porch wasn’t very big, which made the movement almost ridiculous. three steps forward, turn, three steps back, turn again, over and over until the soft creak of the boards beneath his shoes began to repeat in a quiet rhythm.

his thoughts spiraled faster with every lap.

you two were… close.

right?

close enough to sit on the beach for hours talking about nothing and everything at the same time. close enough to share tangerines and stupid stories and long stretches of silence that somehow never felt uncomfortable. close enough that your laugh had started living somewhere in the back of his head without his permission.

but were you close enough for this?

close enough that he could just show up at your house uninvited after asking random market ladies where you lived? megumi slowed his pacing, glancing down at the bag in his hand like it had personally betrayed him.

this looked bad.

actually— this looked really bad.

what if you thought he was stalking you?

what if you thought he was some weird guy who had followed you home and was now standing outside your house with a suspiciously thoughtful get-well package?

what if you thought he was trying to murd—

the door suddenly opened.

megumi froze mid-step.

you stood there in the halfway open doorway with one hand still resting on the handle as you blinked up at him slowly. your face was half-hidden behind the frame. your hair looked messier than usual, like you had only half bothered brushing it before giving up, and you were wrapped in an oversized shirt that slipped lazily off one shoulder.

for a moment neither of you spoke.

then you tilted your head slightly, studying him.

“you think loudly,” you said.

“…huh?” megumi was still standing there like someone had paused him mid-animation.

you pushed the door open a little wider with a soft creak, leaning your shoulder against the frame.

“i could hear you from the living room,” you explained, your voice rough with the remnants of your cold. “the pacing gave it away. you walk in circles when you overthink.”

megumi blinked. “…you could hear that?”

“very dramatic pacing.” you nodded with complete seriousness.

his ears turned red immediately. “i wasn’t pacing dramatically,”

he shifted the paper bag in his hand before awkwardly extending it toward you, the crinkle of the paper loud in the quiet doorway.

“the ladies at the market told me where you lived,” he explained, words coming out a little clumsier than he meant them to. “they saw you hanging out with me before and… told me i should bring you something to help you get better. so i— yeah. i did.”

you looked down at the bag. then slowly back up at him. “…are you going to leave when i take it?”

for a brief second he simply stared at you. at the small pout forming on your face, the way your shoulders were wrapped tightly in that oversized t-shirt. the faint redness around your nose and eyes that made you look both miserable and unfairly cute.

‘you are god’s strongest soldier, megumi.’ he told himself.

“i— should probably leave,” he said, scratching lightly at the back of his neck. “i have something planned with my friends, so—”

the door shut directly in his face.

megumi blinked. his hand was still raised in the air where he had been holding out the bag.

your muffled voice came from the other side. “i won’t take it then.”

megumi lowered his hand slowly. a quiet chuckle slipped out of him before he could stop it, warm and a little helpless. he stepped forward again and placed his hand lightly against the door, knocking once.

“i won’t leave,” he said. “open up.”

the door creaked fully open again a second later.

and there you were; nose pink from your cold and eyes just slightly glassy from fever or allergies or whatever had knocked you out for the day. you sniffled once as you looked up at him, clearly trying to maintain the same offended expression from earlier.

in megumi’s mind you looked like you were glowing. it was ridiculous. you were sick, sniffling, clearly exhausted, and yet somehow you still managed to look completely adorable standing there.

a quiet laugh slipped from him again. your pout deepened immediately, already suspicious that he was about to tease you. megumi reached forward before you could protest and lightly flicked the tip of your nose. “rudolph.”

behind him the door shut with a soft thud as you groaned dramatically. “that’s such a lame joke.”

“for you,” he replied easily, already wandering further inside like he belonged there.

the moment he stepped past the doorway, the house seemed to unfold around him in color.

it was bright, almost overwhelmingly so, but not in a messy way. it felt warm. alive. like every corner had been touched by someone who believed the world should be cheerful even when it had no reason to be.

wind chimes hung near the windows, their soft notes clinking together whenever the breeze slipped through the open panes. threaded between them were thin slices of dried tangerines, translucent in the sunlight as they swayed gently back and forth like little amber coins. strings of beads hung in place of door curtains, brushing lightly against megumi’s shoulders and tapping against his back as he walked through them. sunlight streamed through colored glass set into the windows, scattering warm patches of gold, orange, and pale green across the walls.

and everything, everything smelled like tangerines.

bright, sharp citrus that lingered in the corners of the room, layered over the warm, familiar scent of a house that had been lived in for generations.

and beneath it— you.

megumi froze mid-step, the world narrowing to that realization.

wait.

you?

it hit him all at once. holy shit. he was inside your house. your house. where everything, every surface, every corner, every stray thread of warmth in the air, smelled like you. he inhaled without thinking, chest tightening instantly, and immediately regretted it. his shoulders stiffened.

‘holy shit, i smell her everywhere. why does it smell so much like her? am i going to throw up? no— no, that’s not it—'

then his heart started racing, fast and loud enough that he could feel it in his throat.

‘oh god. why is my heart beating this fast? holy shit. am i going to have a heart attack—'

you nudged his side with your elbow, soft but firm. megumi jumped slightly, blinking down at you, eyes wide, chest still hammering. somehow his face was even redder than yours now.

“are you okay?” you asked, squinting up at him suspiciously.

“yeah— just…” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around the room again like it had personally overwhelmed him. “…a lot to take in.”

“grandma always wanted everything to be bright,” you said, voice softer now. “even if it didn’t really match or make sense.” your fingers brushed lightly along the edge of the counter as you walked.

“she said you can’t stay sad if there’s color in your life.”

megumi looked back at you.

even sick, you were still dressed like you had walked out of the house with your eyes closed and somehow made it work anyway. your sshirt didn’t match your pants, and both had little stitched patches and patterns scattered across them in different shades.

meanwhile he stood there in his usual dull color palette. dark pants, and a grey t-shirt that only stood out because of the cartoon character printed on the front. (itadori’s shirt that that idiot had left it in his dorm and megumi mixed it up.)

“your grandma is right.” he simply said.

he set the paper bag down on the counter and began pulling out the things he’d brought.

“she is, isn’t she?” you said proudly.

you drifted over beside him, your nose was still red from wiping it too much, and your lips looked dry, but the excitement in your expression made it obvious you were enjoying this far more than someone sick probably should.

you started opening cupboards one by one, pointing lazily inside them as you went.

“bowls are here.”

another cupboard opened.

“spoons are here.”

then a drawer.

“and that’s where the good spoons are, but grandma says i’m not allowed to give those to guests because they’re ‘ceremonial’ or something.”

megumi nodded slowly, committing the information to memory like it was a mission briefing. once he seemed to have everything figured out, megumi glanced over his shoulder and pointed toward the couch in the living room.

“lay down, i got it from here,” he said, his voice low but firm, like there was no room for argument.

“no, i want to keep you company,” you protested.

“you can keep me company once you lay down,”

“but i can’t see your face from that angle,” you whined.

megumi fumbled with the pot in his hands, almost dropping it, and shot you a glare sharp enough to make you giggle.

“what got you so clumsy, gumiiii?” you teased.

he muttered under his breath, “shut up and sit down on the couch,” before taking a careful step toward you.

“no, i— ah!” you yelped as he scooped you up effortlessly in a smooth, bridal-style lift, carrying you over without so much as a pause.

he set you down gently on the couch, fluffing the pillows around you with precise, practiced movements. you pouted, trying, and failing to glare at him in retaliation, while he quietly fought the damn urge to bite your cheek out of sheer irritation at your adorableness.

his hand brushed over your forehead, smoothing away strands of damp hair stuck to your skin, and he felt the warmth radiating from your sickness. a soft tsk escaped him, and he grabbed the thermometer from the table, giving it a quick shake before extending it to you.

“rest. i’ll go make the soup,” he murmured, fingers lingering for a moment on your cheek.

you let out a small, drawn-out huff, “fineeee…”

he offered a faint, almost shy smile and turned to his task, moving through the kitchen like he belonged there. you called to him every now and then from the couch, a soft voice carrying over the space, until exhaustion finally pulled the words from you.

megumi paused mid-motion, noticing the sudden silence. worry knotted in his chest, and he padded back to the living room to check on you. and when he saw you curled up, eyelids heavy, the faint rise and fall of your breath steady, he let himself relax.

the smell of the soup made your nose twitch, pulling you awake just enough to peek at megumi. he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, spoon in hand, swirling it gently in the steaming bowl, blowing over the surface in careful puffs before pressing his lips briefly to the spoon to check the temperature. his brows were furrowed in concentration.

he extended the spoon toward you once he seemed satisfied. you sat up on the cushions, letting him guide it to your lips, trusting that he had cooled it just right. the warmth slid down your throat, soothing and gentle, and a soft hum of contentment escaped you.

“is it good?” his voice was tentative, almost shy.

“perfect,” you said, thought it wasn’t really aimed at the soup. then a thought struck you. “wait— did you put tangerines in here?”

megumi tilted the spoon, swirling the soup again. “you mentioned once that your grandma used to put a bit of citrus in,” he said, then blew across the surface and pressed his lips to it once more before extending it toward you.

you watched him in quiet awe, marveling at how he repeated the process with such care, each small motion precise, deliberate, as if tending to a fragile ritual. he hummed softly in delight as he offered each spoonful, his lips brushing the surface before you tasted it, until finally, the bowl was empty.

he pushed back, reaching for the dishes, but you waved him off with a small laugh. “don’t. come here.”

he hesitated, then obeyed, letting himself slide closer to the couch. you motioned for him to sit beside you. he did, still leaning in slightly, eyes flicking to your flushed face as if measuring your temperature again even though he had already checked twice while you slept.

“yeah?” he prompted, quiet but steady.

you looked at him for a long moment, taking in the scene.

the boy you had crashed into with your bike, the one who had argued and teased and disappeared so easily from your life, was now here, in your home, cooking soup for you while you were sick. the sun’s last rays filtered through the colorful paned glass of your windows, painting warm streaks of orange, green, and gold across his skin. the light caught the small dust motes in the air, making it feel as if the room itself was holding its breath.

slowly, you extended your hand, letting your fingers brush against his cheek, the warmth of the sun blending with the warmth of his skin. the colors of the light mixed on his face, yellow and blue merging into soft green, like a quiet painting come alive.

“i’m being real selfish keeping you with me,” you murmured, voice barely above the hum of the evening.

megumi froze for a heartbeat, then shifted closer, his head finding the edge of the couch right beside yours. he didn’t care about how stiff his neck would get. he didn’t care about anything but the quiet closeness of you. “no, you aren’t,” he said softly. “if anything… i’m the selfish one.”

“can you… stay?”

“for as long as you want me to,” he replied, voice gentle and unwavering.

at some point, your eyes closed, surrendering to sleep. megumi watched you with careful attentiveness, memorizing the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft furrow of your brow in dreams, the way your lashes cast tiny shadows on your cheeks. his heart thudded in his chest, heavy and unfamiliar. he swallowed hard against the strange tightness in his throat.

leaning in slowly, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear with delicate fingers. then, cautiously, he lowered his head. his lips hovered over yours, a whisper of warmth against your skin. barely touching, just a hint of pressure, soft and deliberate, testing, savoring. the brush of his mouth against yours sent a shiver through him.

he held it there selfishly for a few seconds, long enough to feel the softness of your lips, the quiet rhythm of your breathing against his own, careful not to wake you. the world outside, all of it, melted into the small, intimate space between your faces.

when he pulled back, it was just enough to rest his forehead lightly against yours as his eyes drank in every detail of your sleeping face.

he committed it all; the curve of your lips, the tilt of your nose, the softness of your expression. to memory, precise and unshakable, like a photograph etched into the center of his chest.

megumi fushiguro let himself be selfish that summer.

selfish in the way he stole away his friends summer with him. choosing instead to linger beside you on the beach, inhaling the warm, sweet scent of your sunscreen as you lay close. your oversized tangerine hat dipped over your face, and when he leaned down to tug it just enough to shade his own eyes, you giggled, and the two of you ended up hidden under the straw, a little sun-shielded world of your own making.

selfish in the way he insisted it was too hot on a chilly night by the shore, just to press his jacket around you and breathe in the lingering smell of you afterward when he returned to the rented apartment, cradling the jacket to his chest as if he could somehow trap that warmth forever.

selfish in the way he found himself at your house more often than not, drawn in by the scent of tangerines mingling with whatever you had prepared for lunch. portions slowly became meant for two, and the two of you would sit beneath the tangerine tree in your garden, sunlight warming your shoulders, content simply in each other’s presence.

he never spoke of you to the others, except gojo, who already knew. he wanted this, this summer, entirely to himself. the others’ reactions, frustration, worry, confusion, when they saw him less and less, wondering where he went might have eaten at him if he had noticed.

megumi appeared happier than ever, though a faint sadness clung to him like a second skin.

“just a little more,” he whispered to himself, “just for this summer.”

and as summer edged toward its end, faster than he had ever noticed, megumi realized that he had given his entire summer to you, and he would never take it back.

he kept his mind off the thing clinging to your soul, lingering in shadows he didn’t want to face, and instead let himself sink into these last golden moments. watching your hair tangle in the wind, the sun glint off your skin as you walked together along the shore, sticks in hand from doodling hearts, dogs and tangerines into the sand.

he extended his hand behind him without thinking, and reached out to catch it instantly, intertwining your fingers. you lifted your intertwined hands to warm them with your breath, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentle familiarity that had become second nature.

“can’t believe you got outsmarted by a seagull!” you teased, laughter bubbling as the memory from that morning replayed.

“hey,” he protested, puffing out his chest just slightly, “that seagull was clearly experimented on by humans to reach that level of intelligence.”

you laughed, lifting your free hand to pinch his cheek. “just keep telling your pride that, gumi.”

he made a face of mock disgust, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling into a quiet smile.

oh, how he loved when you called him that, the nickname rolling off your tongue like a soft melody he wanted to memorize forever.

his phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, letting the rhythm of your steps along the shore fill his attention instead. he knew this path by heart now, just as he knew you. the sun had nearly sunk behind the horizon, and the warm glow of town lamps flicked on, signaling the end of the day for the local children, their laughter fading as they were called home.

you reached into the pockets of his jacket, draped comically over your shoulders and pulled out a few dried tangerine peels. “ah, wait— i’ll toss these,” you said, stepping behind him toward a trashcan you’d spotted earlier.

megumi stayed in place, watching you walk, the jacket slipping slightly as it hung on your small frame. he couldn’t wait for tonight when he’d come back to the apartment, letting sleep take him with your scent pressed against him from the jacket.

“fushiguro?”

he froze.

“…itadori?”

the familiar voice carried a strange weight. megumi’s gaze flicked to him, taking in the furrowed brow, the tight jaw, the sudden tension coiling in itadori’s posture. frustration? worry? fear? the mix made his chest tighten. why was he worried about him?

“what are you doing with the curse?” itadori demanded, eyes sharp.

megumi’s lungs seemed to seize; the air around him thickened. he stood rigid, heart hammering, thoughts scattering in panic.

“w-what?” he stammered, voice low and unsteady.

“gojo-sensei told me—”

“megumiii!”

he turned sharply, watching you rush toward him, not registering the chaos around him nor itadori standing a few feet away. your hand stretched out before you even reached him, fingers ready to tangle with his once more.

from all the memories he’d held that summer, that one burned the brightest.

he remembers the smell of salt in the air, the feeling of the wind that tugged at his hair and yours, the way it quickened as it swept across the beach. he remembered your smile, wide as always, cheeks flushed from laughing too hard, those little lines at the corners of your eyes he loved so much.

he remembers the metallic scent, sharp and unmistakable that clung to his skin. sticky and warm. he felt as if your blood burned his fingers.

he remembered it all, though he wished he couldn’t.

megumi hates tangerines.

not the casual kind of hate, the kind people speak of when a fruit is too sour or sticky, but the kind that wraps around your chest and squeezes until it hurts. he hates the peel curling between his fingers, the scent burning too sweet into his nose, the way the juice stings the small cuts along his nails. he hates the careful, meticulous work of separating each segment, picking away the white threads like some cruel ritual he cannot stop. he hates the glow of the fruit in his palm, how it seems almost alive, how it fills the room with a light that makes everything else feel too sharp, too real.

the tangerines, the way they fill the air with that faint citrus scent, everything about it is a cruel echo of a memory he can’t let go of.

he hates how his body betrays him, how he lifts a slice to his side as if expecting your lips to wrap around and hum in delight, head leaning on his shoulder as you chew.

and still, when he finishes the last piece, the room faintly scented with sugar and sunlight, the tears he’s been holding back spill anyway. his hands tremble, and he inevitably retches it all out of his system as if it’s some poison.

he hits gojo’s chest, each strike harder than the last, feeling the taut muscle beneath, refusing to use his technique. gojo takes it all. the punches, the grief, the tears because he knows this pain all too well, knows it far too intimately.

and each night, megumi presses that damn hat to his chest, the one little thing he allows himself to keep. he falls asleep, hoping something, anything, could take him away.

let him live one more summer day with you.

‘just one.’

‘please, just give me one more.’

‘please, let me peel one more tangerine for her.’

"𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡." — 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪

a small tribute to my grandma. thank you for filling my childhood with the smell of tangerines and colorful colors.

[meguubear]

i was hesitant at first before reading this. now i’m tearing up. this was such a beautiful story, i love it. 💕

[meguubear]

just saw you in my notifs haha how ya doin sweets? Hope ya doin okay (๑•́ω•̀) xoxo 🤍

oh em gee hai hai! i’ve been doing better actually :3 have been checking tumblr every once in a while! thank you for checking in! <33

[bambieyedpoet-deactivated202603]

 Peaches & Gin - Megumi Fushiguro x Cam Girl Reader 

WC: 3.1k. Timeskip. Dry Humping. Kissing. Inexperienced Megumi. Weird friendship dynamic (Megumi finds out about readers' streams through Yūji watching them). OOC Megumi and Yūji (?). 

Context: Megumi has always been one to keep his desires controlled, keeping them sealed, and only paying attention to his work. That is until he is introduced to you through his best friend Yūji and both you and Megumi develop feelings. However, cracks in paradise form after Yūji brings it up to Megumi that a faceless streamer he watches is eerily similar to you. 

“I’ll be sure to message you” says Megumi as he pulls his car out of your driveway. 

Tonight was you and Megumi’s third date and to say you’re beginning to fall for him was an understatement. The way he looks into your eyes when you speak, his chivalry, and overall calming presence was more than enough for you to see a future with him. A future where he is your boyfriend, just like how Yūji probably intended your relationship to go when he first got both of you to get boba with him. 

However, there is a side to you which you’re unsure you want Megumi to be aware of yet and afraid to let go because of the financial stability it provides. You see, with student loans, inflation, and leisure activities your part-time job wasn’t cutting it for your expenses. This led you to seek out something which you had to do in secret in order to survive. 

Being a cam girl only ever really had one benefit — the shit load of money it provided you with. The objectification, putting on a smile while reading horrible comments and unsolicited dick pictures were an unfortunate byproduct of such a lucrative activity.

As you walk into your apartment, you sigh and look at the clock to realise it’s about to be 7pm on a Friday. Your usual time for a stream. You rush to shower, lather yourself up with peach lotion and skim through the drawer full of lingerie. You think of Megumi, remembering he told you his favourite colour was emerald green. You pick out a set with just that set, one which was gifted to by your top gifter. 

Grabbing out your phone, you put on your fancy face mask and press play on the camera. After five minutes, your viewer count finally reaches the typical hundreds range. 

You scan the comments for any new comments, just for it to be the typical ones you’d expect to see. 

shadowyeager67 : 💦🍆

127tecnologyX: it’s a shame you’re wearing clothes 

iambatman: damn did your tits get bigger ? 🥵

Fighting every urge to roll your eyes, you continue putting on a smile. That is until a familiar name donates. 

humanearthwormno1fan donated ¥7,600 - Damn the more I listen to you, your voice sounds so familiar…and your skin looks so soft i wanna bite 

You tilt your head, not paying any mind to the comment earlier as you’ve gotten plenty of troll comments about how your viewers know you. 

“Thanks…i use peach moisturiser over my skin” you reply to the comment, your fingertips running up and down your waist as you continue looking at the chat. 

The rest of the stream ends the way every other stream does. People gifting you money and asking you other explicit questions which you oblige with. 

Yūji lays in his bed, trying to shake off the thought that the streamer he just watched could possibly be you. I mean to Yūji you seemed like the most modest and dignified girl in the world. The added layer of you being Megumi’s dibs doesn’t make this better. But your voice was the same exact pitch and the fresh pink manicure was the same as well. 

Yūji Itadori has sent you a message. 

Yūji Itadori: Heyyyyy Y/N. I want to get into body care, what type of moisturiser do you useeee? 😄 

You stare at the message on the screen. You see, anyone else would be suspicious of this kind of message but you weren’t. Yūji was always asking you random questions. 

Y/N: hi!! I use a peach one by this south korean brand. let me send you the link. 

🔗 Kwailnara - Milk Body Lotion - Peach 

Yūji stares at your message, mouth on the floor. The puzzle pieces being put together without him having to even do much. He’s got to tell Megumi about this. 

Yūji Itadori: Thanks. You’re the best 😄

You’re not too keen on being scent twins with Yūji but you don’t pay it much mind and put your phone down to finally rest for the night. Already dreading tomorrow’s stream as well, daydreaming about the bank you’re going to make. 

Yuji: Megumi get on call right now! 

Megumi: Dude it’s 2am. 

Yuji: It’s about Y/N 

Incoming call from Megumi 

[Call Transcript] 

Megumi: What about her?

Yūji: Well how do I put it… 

Megumi: Just say it 

Yūji: Okay so uhh listen to this full story. I was uhh you know doing my thing. What a young man like me does, I was clicking on streams of hot girls and that’s when I clicked on someone SO similar to her. Same voice, heck she even had the same pink nails like Y/N! I asked her what moisturiser she uses and she said peach, then I messaged Y/N and she said she uses peach too. 

Megumi: … 

Yūji: This is all alleged but like, how do you feel? 

Megumi: You do realise how cheap of an accusation this is towards her-

Yūji: All signs lead to it being her, I’m just saying 

Megumi: … 

Yūji: Am I on mute? 

Megumi: What was the streamer name? 

Yūji: peachesandgin 

Megumi: Learned it by heart? 

Yūji: I’m kind of one of her top gifters…don’t get mad, don’t get mad- 

[Megumi has hung up] 

Megumi searches up the streamer name himself, looking through your catalogue wanting to be proven wrong but lord was he disappointed. It was you. He figured it the instant he saw your nails on a stream title 4 months back because starting from then till’ now Megumi had been paying for your nails which you had sent him photos of. He looked at the thumbnails of the streams, his gaze scanning through countless photos of you in lacey garments and bold positions.

 A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about all the men commenting lewd things on your streams. Millions of thoughts rush through Megumi’s sleep deprived brain, but one thing is for certain, he didn’t want his potential girlfriend to be a cam girl. Although the hormonal, young man in him was turned on. The thought of you being a secret cam girl turned him on more than he’d like it. You on camera, in provocative clothes, obliging to orders. Most importantly though, he wanted to know the story– why would you choose to do something like this? 

That was until he noticed the time for your upcoming stream, it was 7pm of the coming day. Megumi messages you. 

Megumi: Are you free around 7 tonight? I have a new movie we could watch together 

Y/N: I’m sick, maybe another time? 

Megumi: No worries 

Megumi hated how you had no shame lying to him but he was into deep. His plan was clear – watch your live, ask you questions too personal, and then confront you the next time he sees you. 

7pm rolls around quicker than you had anticipated. You skim through your lingerie collection and pick out a baby blue lacey dress. Guilt pangs your chest though because you would rather be with Megumi than doing something like this, but little did you know he would be closer than you’d like. 

“Hello everyone…” you say, not trying to mentally cringe yourself out by the fake voice you put on. 

humanearthwormno1fan has entered the chat. 

humanearthwormno1fan has donated ¥5,000 – I bought a peach scented lotion to match with you. 

Eww. What a creep. 

“Oh, that’s very dedicated of you. I appreciate it.” you reply. Gosh you hate how fake you are. 

You begin tracing your fingers down your body, almost revealing your body parts but never fully showing it to keep the anticipation amongst your viewers. The chat is filled with heart eye emojis and egg plants. Yet the show must go on. Or so you thought until an unfamiliar name pops up in the chat. 

mgfg2202 has donated ¥55,000 – you look sick. 

Your heart drops for a split second, your movement still and voice stuttering. Quickly, you compose yourself. Tugging your hair back and readjusting your mask. There is no way Megumi’s watching this stream you think to yourself. However the username…his initials…the numbers being his birthday. Your mind thinks of something to say to not blow your cover. 

“Uh…I do…uh…i have a sore throat” you stammer. Hands shaky and lips almost wobbling. 

No man ever had the effect Megumi has on you, precisely because Megumi’s affection was difficult to achieve. The possibility of Megumi watching this stream brings you great shame, even though he’s never voiced his opinion on the matter. 

mgfg2202 has donated ¥50,000 – any movie recommendations? 

This had to have been Megumi. 

“I like howl’s moving castle” you say, an ode to the first ever movie you and Megumi ever watched. 

You shuffle through your box full of sex toys. Trying to distract the chat and yourself from the sequence of moments which just occurred. Just then, your phone rings. 

Incoming call from Megumi <3

This can’t be real, you instantly go to put your phone on silent and do not disturb. 

mgfg2202 has donated ¥60,000 – who’s calling ya? 

“Someone I'm scared of disappointing,” you reply honestly. 

ineedagothmommy69 has donated ¥4,000 – are we interrupting something? 

“No” you reply hastily. 

You take a deep breath, embracing yourself for Megumi’s next comment however that doesn’t come. The live drags on for another 30 minutes with you still on edge about the whole interaction. You go to check the leader board, and there it is, revealing user mgfg2202 as your top gifter for the live. A rush of emotions charge through your body – everything in you anxious for Megumi’s next move. 

The blue plaided blanket drapes over your body as you toss and turn in your bed. A part of you wanted to call Megumi back but a bigger part of you wanted to curl up and hibernate forever. That was until you heard a knock on your window. Well fuck. 

You pop your head out of the blanket slowly, fully expecting a scary looking demon, but fortunately you’re greeted with a silhouette in your window similar to Megumi’s. 

“Open up” Megumi says, his voice muffled due to the glass. 

You comply, shaky hands opening your window. 

“Still sick?” asks Megumi. 

You stare at him. This was not what you thought he would say. 

“All better” you reply, forcing a smile. 

Megumi’s hands grip your shoulders, him now inches away from you. 

“I hate liars and people who keep secrets you know, peaches and gin” he says. 

The air between you two was thick with anticipation and the deafening silence that followed his words made you rethink every life decision up to this point. 

“Uh…” you begin. 

“What’s the story? Tell me Y/N, why would you not tell me about your streaming?” he replies. 

You don’t reply, trying to come up with the right thing to say to avoid saying the wrong things. 

“Do you know who told me about this?” asks Megumi. 

“I don’t want to know actually…” you reply. 

“Yūji, Yūji fucking Itadori told me. And you want to know something else? He’s also your top fucking gifter” he blurts out. 

This is getting weird. 

“I- I-” you say, trying to process everything. 

“Tell me, I want to know your side too… not just your stuttering” says Megumi. You’re not sure if he intended his words to be comforting, but they surprisingly are. 

“I was going to tell you…but I was waiting for us to be in a relationship. I started streaming to help with money, that’s all” you say. 

Megumi sighs, his fingers cupping your cheeks. Then he does something that he would least expect and pulls you into his embrace.

“I’m sorry…” says Megumi.

“You’re going to forgive me? Just like that…” you say, surprised.

Megumi shakes his head, narrowed eyes looking deeper into yours.

“I want to use my soon to be girlfriend’s sexual appetite to my advantage…” says Megumi, unbuckling his belt.

“Wait- Pause- I don’t sleep with guys I’m not dating” you say.

Megumi tilts his head, you just know he’s questioning your moral compass.

“Okay…clothes stay on…” he says, tying his belt back up.

“So we just cuddle?” you question him.

“Nah, have you ever tried dry humping?” he asks.

“Yes…” you let out, gentle voice.

“I haven’t” says Megumi bluntly.

“Mmm” you let out a gentle moan under your breath.

“Straddle me” he says.

“Uh- to dry hump you?” you question, asking the most obvious questions. That’s the thing with nervousness though — all common sense is flown out the window.

Megumi sits on your bed, making himself home, and nods. You can see the smirk he’s hiding which you don’t know if you should take offence too — is your anxiety some joke to him?

“I’m not making fun of you — if anything, you should make fun of me. I’m the inexperienced one here” says Megumi, his honest attempt to comfort you.

“There’s nothing funny about it” you reply, not exactly trying to banter here. In all honesty, you just want to straddle him and have a high yourself.

You move yourself up to him, his grey sweatpants giving you the most perfect view of the hardness and length in between his thighs. You gulp once — something which you usually do when you’re trying to mess around but this time you’re actually nervous. Gosh he looks so good like this.

Hair messy, bed room eyes and a third leg poking through. Whenever you think of guys who watch your streams you always picture a certain person — Megumi Fushiguro isn’t one of those. It was a shock to you in the first place he was interested in you because it seemed as if no one was good for him, but he pursued you with no restrain. And now you’re here.

“Shy?” he asks, his voice softer.

“Yeah…you?” you reply, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Yea…” he lets out, voice breathy. Megumi moves his large hands toward your face, then one on your waist. He positions you perfectly on his lower chest — the place between your inner thighs and his oozing a lot of heat. Gosh, you want him so bad.

Megumi places his hands around your waist, guiding your hips in the motion perfect for him. His movement displays his inexperience — his hands too shaky, his motion too rigid.

“Megumi-“ you say.

“Shi- sorry…uhh” he says, he completely backs off all the movement.

“Let me set the pace?” you tell him, and he nods like a little puppy.

You position yourself exactly on his boner. Gosh he’s got to be like 7 inches minimum, he’s so hard. You slowly start rubbing yourself on him, making out the part which is his cock head and focusing on that.

Megumi’s expression churns in pleasure — eye brows scrunching and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction. You continue your movement just on that spot, getting needy for him just as much in the process.

Silent grunts escape Megumi’s mouth, almost like he’s embarrassed.

"Just like that..." Megumi let's out , finally using his words.

You shift from his cockhead to his entire lenght now, moving up and down with the mean, unfair fabric in between causing even more arousal that intented.

Megumi opens his mouth, like he wants to say something. A praise, maybe? But he moves his hands in a firm motion and gently places it on your head, adjusting it so he has a better look at your face.

"Hmm?" you question, voice bordering half hum and half moan.

"Just keep movin like that — it feels so good" he says.

You increase your grinding and Megumi's hands find their way to your hips again, this time moving you with the rhythm you're setting and working as an extra push. You're both perfectly in sync now — same moans, grinding, eye brow furrows.

"Is it embarrassing if I tell you I'm close?" says Megumi.

A laugh escapes your mouth which you didn't mean to release.

"Mmm no, no I'm close too" You blurt out honestly.

Megumi's lips invite yours for a kiss, your lips melting on his like butter and he then deepens it by using tongue. You increase your grinding to your maximum capability, eradicating all graceful rhythm which was present prior.

And just like that you botn come undone. You can feel your panties soaking and a stain forms on Megumi's sweatpants right where you felt his cock head was. For a good moment, you both pant it out — air filled with loud breathing and flushed cheeks.

"Oh wow" you say under your breath, Megumi remains silent, like he's picking himself up.

"Can I tell you something?" asks Megumi, you nod immediately.

"That was my first orgasm by someone else...you're the only girl that's made me cum..." lets out Megumi shyly. You can't decipher exactly if he's being modest, shy, or embarrassed — maybe all three?

"Megumi..." you say, not exactly sure of what to tell him to make him feel better. You brush his hair out of his face. "I'm glad you trusted me for it".

Megumi doesn't say anything, however his hands find their way to your stomach and waist again. His soft fingertips running up and down your waist line. Megumi pulls you in for a deep hug, rolling you over on the bed so that now you're laying on his chest and his arms around you.

"I think we need a change of clothes..." you say, no longer trying to avoid the obvious.

Megumi finally laughs, "let me just hold you a second longer and i'll go for the night".

"So this cam girl thing..." says Megumi.

"I only do it for the money. I'm not that kind of girl. Well I can be. But at my core I'm not. You see— Money is tight...student loans...stress! New cute blind boxes and bills. I need the money and I have the body for it. You knowww? I promise It's not—" you say, full well knowing this tangent is not the ideal damage control you need to the case that is your cam girl side hustle. miss peaches and gin if you will.

Megumi places his pointer finger up to your lips, shushing you.

"I wasn't going to judge you..." he says. "You can tell me at your own pace, when you're ready to tell me"

That catches you off guard, no one has ever shown that kind of understanding and emotional intelligence when it comes to stuff like this to you. You and Megumi make prolonged eye contact, a sweet kind of tension in the air.

He gets up from the cuddling spot he had you both in, and dusts off his pants. His sweatpants stained — you don't know if you should be disgusted or proud of yourself for your ability.

"Good night, Y/N" he says.

"So soon-" you let out, but Megumi's already down the window.

"Night..." you say, shaking your head and locking your window for sleep.

a/n: would you guys laugh if i told you i googled about dry humping and have multiple tabs open about describing what it feels like 💔🫩 this is also my first fic i wrote in my google docs hehehe, we're in the big leagues nowww (gosh i'm so corny shut uppp)…this isn’t proof read either btw. sighhh