🫐Bilberry Mochi🫐
Relationship: Megumi Fushiguro / Reader Words: 3483 Summary: Rain. His room. The first kiss. And Satoru Gojo, who believes mochi is a good enough reason to barge in without knocking.
The morning began with the smell of burnt toast wafting from the communal kitchen. You were sitting on the windowsill in the first-floor lobby, legs tucked under you, trying to finish your notes on the history of curses. The lines swam before your eyes – you couldn't concentrate. Your thoughts kept returning to last night, when you'd accidentally bumped into Megumi. Instead of just walking past, he'd stopped and asked if you were okay. Just three words, and your heart still ached at the memory.
"Oh, hey!" Yuji zipped past and braked so hard he almost slipped on the polished floor. "Are you coming? Gojo-sensei said we're practicing paired techniques today!"
"I'm coming," you snapped your notebook shut faster than you intended.
The paired training involved random pairings, and those random pairings presented the possibility of ending up with him. It was silly, naturally, to rejoice over such a minor detail. You let out a heavy sigh, jumped down from the windowsill, and made your way to the dorm's exit alongside Itadori.
Even though it had rained recently, the sky over the training field was still gloomy. More clouds were gathering, creating another dark expanse. The air was saturated with moisture, and a sticky haze clung to the skin.
Gojo glanced around, adjusted his glasses, but paid no mind to Kugisaki's comments on the weather.
"Great weather! Move it, move it!"
Nobara lazily twirled her hammer in her hands, bantering about something with Itadori. Megumi stood a little further away, gazing somewhere into the sky. His dark hair, usually sticking out in all directions in unruly strands, seemed particularly soft today – probably from the humidity. He was frowning, looking somewhere over your shoulder, and twirling the handle of a training weapon between his fingers. Even in this simple gesture, something made your stomach clench – the way his hands moved, his long fingers, and his slightly protruding knuckles…
You walked over and stood next to Kugisaki, trying to breathe evenly. Your foolish heart was pounding somewhere in your throat.
"Today we're working in pairs!" Satoru announced, clapping his hands. "Yuji with Nobara, and you two," he smiled and pointed a finger at you and Megumi, "together. Practice evasion and counter-attack."
For a second, the world froze. You met Megumi's gaze. He nodded briefly and looked away first. You exhaled, trying to calm the tremor in your fingers.
"Begin," Gojo commanded.
The hour vanished in a flurry of intense sparring. You gave it your all, but Megumi was the very picture of precision and speed. Off-balance, you stumbled on the damp grass, your fall backward inevitable. In a flash, his hand was beneath your elbow, arresting your descent. Megumi's fingers were icy, yet that touch ignited a fire. Even through the fabric of your uniform.
"Be careful," he said softly. Megumi's palm still rested on your elbow. It seemed he hadn't noticed he hadn't removed it.
Your heart skipped a beat. You hoped no one could hear how loudly it was pounding.
"It's your own fault," you scoffed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "You could hold back."
"I am holding back," Megumi finally removed his hand and took a step back. "If I weren't, you would have fallen three times already."
"Thanks for the concern," you snorted. Megumi remained silent, but his gaze relaxed slightly. Or perhaps you just wanted to think so. A silly, happy smile appeared on your lips. You quickly turned away.
The first drop of rain fell on my forehead. Then the second, the third. The sudden gust of wind was cold and strong, making me squint. The skin on my arms immediately broke out in goosebumps. Gojo, tilting his head back, snorted:
"Alright, let's pack it up!"
After these words, the sky seemed to burst. Drops began to fall rapidly, hitting the ground aggressively. The sky rumbled, and a downpour began. The idea of running to the entrance of the building was irrelevant – you were all already soaked to the bone.
Yuji quickly pulled his red hood over his head and ran under the porch together with Nobara. Megumi walked at a steady pace, though faster than usual. His hair was completely soaked — dark strands clung to his forehead and neck.
After waiting for you to arrive, Itadori brightened up and suggested going to watch a movie in the common room. Kugisaki reluctantly agreed. There was nothing else to do anyway.
“Fushiguro, are you coming with us?” Yuji asked.
“No, I’m heading to my room,” Megumi replied shortly, opening the door and making his way to his room.
When Yuji asked you, you hesitated for a couple of seconds. Going with him and Nobara would have been easier. They're loud and fun. With them, you didn't have to think about how to look or what to say. But you refused. Your feet just moved forward on their own. Not on purpose – you were just going in the same direction.
The dorm was quiet – everyone had either gone to their rooms or headed to the common lounge. You didn't want to go back to your own. It was empty and too quiet there. Your thoughts would immediately start to spin around his dark eyes, his smiles, his voice.
Megumi walked quickly, but abruptly slowed down right by his room. You almost ran into his back and froze.
"Why are you frozen?" he asked.
He shouldn't have turned around. He shouldn't have stopped at the door. He shouldn't have asked.
"Itadori and Kugisaki went to watch a movie," you whispered, just to say something. Your voice was almost lost in the sound of the rain. Megumi nodded.
"I know."
"Gojo-sensei disappeared somewhere."
"He's as usual."
You fell silent, not knowing what else to add. Megumi was also silent. The silence between you was heavy, damp, saturated with the smell of rain and something else. You were about to walk past, head to your room, when he suddenly spoke:
"You…" Megumi froze. His fingers clenched into fists, then relaxed. You noticed how tense he became, as if he was thinking something over. "You’re cold."
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. You wanted to say “no,” but your teeth betrayed you with a chattering.
Megumi took a deep breath.
"I have dry clothes," he finally said. His voice was steady. "And tea. If you want… you can come in."
Megumi didn’t look at you. At the wall, at the floor, anywhere but at you. He awkwardly tucked a damp strand of hair behind his ear and placed his palm on the back of his neck.
Your heart stopped.
"To you?" you clarified. Your own voice sounded alien.
"If you want to," Megumi repeated. Now there was a cautious, almost timid intonation in his voice. Or perhaps you imagined it. Again.
"And you don't mind?"
"If I minded, I wouldn't have asked."
His fingers clenched into fists again. Was he nervous? Megumi Fushiguro, who faced curses with a stone face, who never showed weakness, was now standing before you, wet and embarrassed, and nervous that you might say "no."
"Come on, Megumi."
Your cheeks instantly flushed. Did his?
Megumi turned away, fumbling for his room key, and felt the cold begin to seep under his damp uniform. He could hear your breathing. Even the way you shivered from the chill. Something inside him tightened at the sound.
"Come in," he said, stepping aside to let you pass.
It was... nice in here. The bed was made, not a single crease out of place. A few books sat on the shelf – the history of curses, combat tactics, a worn volume of some old manga Yuji had brought. In the corner, a pair of dumbbells. On the desk, a mug with long-cold tea. Nothing superfluous, nothing out of place. And it smelled of him – something herbal, clean, with a hint of bitterness.
You stood by the window, hugging yourself and not knowing where to go. The downpour was flooding the field, turning it into a muddy mess. Your clothes clung to your body, and you were already starting to shiver – whether from the cold or from Megumi.
He was also wet. His dark hair had darkened even more, and Megumi would occasionally push it back. Drops ran down his face, along the sharp line of his cheekbones, down his neck, disappearing behind the collar of his t-shirt. You tried not to look at how adorably the tip of his nose had reddened. In general, Megumi was just… beautiful.
"Sit down," he nodded towards the bed. "I'll bring something dry."
You cautiously sat on the edge of the bed. The springs creaked softly. There was half a meter between you, but you felt Megumi with every cell of your being – his breath, his warmth, his gaze, which he kept casting at you and then quickly averting.
He left and returned a minute later with two mugs and a pile of clothes – a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, clearly too big for you.
"Thank you," you mumbled, clutching the items to your chest.
"You can change in the bathroom," Megumi nodded towards the door in the corner of the room. "I'll make tea."
You hid in the tiny bathroom, leaning your back against the door and exhaling. Your heart was pounding so hard it was starting to ache. His t-shirt smelled of him – that same herbal scent. You buried your nose in it for a moment. Your cheeks flushed again.
When you returned, Megumi was sitting on a chair with two steaming mugs in his hands. He had also changed – now he was wearing a black, loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair, still damp and not sticking out in all directions, was casually swept back. Megumi's gaze lingered on you for a second in his clothes. The tips of his ears turned slightly pink. He cleared his throat and offered you a mug.
"Tea. Herbal. Shoko gave it to me."
"Thank you, Megumi."
You lowered your gaze and took a sip of tea – slightly bitter, with mint and chamomile. Megumi sat, slightly hunched, cradling his mug with both hands, his long eyelashes fluttering. Beautiful. Megumi exuded a calmness that took your breath away. He seemed completely unaware of it.
You didn't know how long you sat in silence. The rain would subside and then pick up again, drumming on the roof. Megumi finished his tea and placed the mug on the table. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he stood up and sat on the bed. The springs creaked softly under his weight. The distance between you remained – smaller than before, but still palpable. You froze, afraid to move.
"Your hair is still wet," he observed, looking at the strands clinging to your temples.
"Yours too," you swallowed hard.
"But I'm not cold."
"Neither am I."
"You're lying, your fingers are red," Megumi nodded towards your hands, still wrapped around the mug.
"So what? I'm not freezing."
"Stubborn."
"You are too."
Megumi let out a quiet chuckle and ran a hand through his hair. A few unruly strands immediately fell back onto his forehead, and you found yourself staring. He caught your gaze and froze. His cheeks began to slowly blush.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just... you're handsome when you're not frowning."
The words tumbled out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted them. Why did you say that? Now he'll think you... Megumi froze. His gaze darted around the room, unsure where to land. You noticed him swallow.
"Don't be silly," he finally managed.
"It's not silly. It's true."
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You reached out your hand, not knowing why. You simply stretched it towards his face to brush away that silly strand that kept falling into his eyes. The tips of your fingers touched his temple – the skin was cool. Megumi flinched, as if from an electric shock, but didn't pull away. His eyes widened, and his breathing hitched. You froze.
"Sorry," you immediately pulled your hand back. "I didn't... I just..."
"Don't apologize. I... " Megumi faltered. "It wasn't unpleasant."
The silence became deafening. All you could hear was the rain outside and your ragged breaths. You were afraid to look up, to see something in his expression that would shatter this fragile moment. But Megumi decided everything himself.
"Look at me."
His voice was quiet. You looked up. Megumi leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you to a minimum. His face was so close you could see every eyelash. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson—an incredible sight. Megumi Fushiguro was blushing. Because of you.
"I..." he trailed off. His fingers gripped the edge of the blanket.
"What?" your voice trembled.
"I don't know how to do this right," Megumi breathed, looking into your eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
Megumi's gaze darted across your face—from your eyes to your lips and back again.
"All of this. I don't know how."
Your heart clenched. Megumi was so vulnerable in that moment, you just wanted to hug him and never let go. He slowly closed the last few centimeters. You could feel his breath on your lips – warm, with a faint hint of mint from the tea. Your heart was pounding so loudly, it felt like Itadori and Kugisaki could hear it.
"May I?" he breathed out.
"What do you think?"
"I'm asking."
"You may," you nodded.
His lips touched yours. The first touch was light, almost weightless. Megumi barely grazed you and then froze, as if asking for permission to continue. His lips were soft, slightly cool. They smelled of mint and something barely perceptible – his own, warm, alive scent. You closed your eyes, feeling the world stop. Everything else faded away: the rain outside, the dim lamplight, the silence of the room – it all receded somewhere far off, leaving only the two of you.
Megumi pulled away and looked down awkwardly. You noticed his lips tremble – from excitement, from uncertainty. The tremor was so genuine it made your eyes sting. You leaned forward slightly, closing the remaining distance, and then Megumi exhaled – short, broken breaths, directly into the kiss.
He kissed slowly, exploringly, as if tasting every moment. His fingers found yours and intertwined with them – at first clumsily, awkwardly, then tightened their grip. You felt how soft, yet slightly calloused from training, they were. From this simple touch, warmth spread through your body, rising from your fingertips to your chest and cheeks.
The kiss deepened on its own – unhurriedly, with that gentle caution that was so characteristic of Megumi in everything he did. His lips moved softly, almost timidly. And in that timidity, there was so much unspoken tenderness that it took your breath away. You tasted him – herbal tea, mint, something subtly elusive, like a forest after rain. His breath mingled with yours, becoming more frequent, deeper. Each exhale sent warmth somewhere in your solar plexus.
His free hand rose and froze in the air near your face – he hesitated to touch. You felt it, and without opening your eyes, you tilted your head slightly, pressing your cheek against his palm. Megumi flinched, and then gently placed his palm on your cheekbone, as if you were something fragile. His thumb traced the line of your cheekbone, and this movement sent shivers down your spine.
You pulled back slightly to catch your breath and looked at his face – his eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, and a blush spread from his cheeks all the way to his ears. His eyelashes trembled, and his breathing was rapid and uneven.
You pulled Megumi close again, this time on your own – your palm resting on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft, still slightly damp hair. He exhaled softly against your lips and returned the kiss – more confidently this time, but with the same tenderness. His fingers on your cheek tightened slightly, drawing you closer. You felt Megumi's heart pounding somewhere very near. Fast, excited, in unison with yours.
Time ceased to exist. There was only Megumi, his breath, his taste, his warmth, and his trembling fingers in your hair. You dissolved into that moment, forgetting everything in the world.
You pulled away at the same time – reluctantly, slowly, as if breaking contact was physically painful. Your lips burned, and your chest trembled. Megumi looked at you with wide-open eyes, in which so much was read at once – surprise, confusion, infatuation.
You pushed yourself up. Megumi raised his eyebrows questioningly. His lips parted as if to ask something, but you didn't let him. Then you stepped forward and knelt before him.
Megumi flinched. His hands instinctively rose and froze in the air on either side of you, hesitant to touch. His eyes widened, and a flicker of panic crossed them.
"What are you..." Megumi breathed out hoarsely.
You cupped his face in your palms and kissed him again – this time deeper, more confidently, without the hesitant tenderness of a moment ago. You poured everything you couldn't say into this kiss.
Megumi let out a muffled sound – something between a groan and a surprised sigh. His hands finally found your waist. At first, tentatively, barely touching, as if he still couldn't believe this was actually happening. But as you leaned forward slightly, pressing closer, his fingers tightened and dug into the fabric of his own t-shirt.
You broke away from each other for a few seconds to catch your breath. His burning face, with swollen lips, was so close... Megumi looked at you as if seeing you for the first time. And he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
At that very moment, the door slammed open.
"Megumiii-kuun!" Satoru’s cheerful voice shattered the silence like an air raid siren. "You have no idea what I got! A new flavor of mochi! Bilberry with cream. They just arrived today at that confectionery by the station. Though I got soaked, really like..."
He shook his wet head and, noticing the two of you, froze on the threshold. Satoru held a small box tied with a purple ribbon in his hands. His gaze slowly swept across the room: a rumpled blanket, two empty teacups, you on Megumi's lap with your hand on the back of his head, his hands on your waist. And both of you were red as ripe tomatoes.
You abruptly jumped off Megumi, scooted away to a safe distance, and looked awkwardly at the floor.
Silence hung in the air.
Gojo took off his sunglasses and rubbed a lens with the edge of his sweater. The smile on his face widened even further, if that was even possible.
"Sooo," that tone didn’t bode well. "I was wondering where you two had disappeared to. Itadori and Nobara, huh, watching a movie, and you…"
Megumi squeezed his eyes shut so hard that a deep crease formed on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks turned almost burgundy.
"Gojo," he began, "do you know what knocking means?"
"Why would I knock on my favorite student’s door?" Satoru casually leaned against the wall and smirked. "Especially since I brought you some mochi!"
He looked up, glanced at you and Megumi, then shifted his gaze to the empty mugs.
"Join us. We’ll make some more tea. Or do you… have other plans?" his smile turned openly teasing. "I can leave, of course…"
Megumi’s face showed a mix of panic, shame, and a wish to disappear into the ground.
"We were just…" Megumi stopped because he was absolutely terrible at lying.
"Just what?" Gojo tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms. "Just kissed to the sound of the rain? Romantic, youth… When I was your age…"
"Gojo!" Megumi interrupted with desperation in his voice.
You couldn’t hold back and laughed. The situation was so absurd that your embarrassment gradually faded, giving way to amusement. Megumi shot you a serious look.
"Alright, alright, I’m leaving!" Gojo placed the box on the table before stepping into the hallway. "Don’t forget about the mochi!"
The door closed with a soft click. In the ensuing silence, you could hear Gojo whistling some annoyingly cheerful tune. Megumi slowly buried his face in his hands and froze.
The room fell silent again.
"I'm going to kill him someday," he said in a low voice.
You laughed again and started glancing at the box of mochi.
Megumi sat closer to you. Not right next to you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of his shoulder. He noticed where you were looking and grinned.
"Want some?" he asked.
"Sure."
Megumi stood up, took the box, returned, and sat even closer. He began to untie the ribbon, and you noticed how his fingers were still trembling slightly from excitement. From the moment being interrupted, but not over.
"Megumi," you called softly.
He looked at you.
"I'm glad you invited me."
"Me too," Megumi replied, handing you a bilberry mochi.
A tea-flavored kiss is there! Will there be a bilberry mochi-flavored kiss?💕🫐