✧ s: you're cooking christmas dinner with megumi for your guests, who are currently on their way
✧ t: fluff, gojo is very much alive, megumi is absolutely adorable, slight spice
✧ timeskip husband!megumi x fem!reader
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The kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and something faintly sweet. Perhaps it was cinnamon, or maybe it was just the way the spirit of Christmas had settled into the walls.
Megumi stands at the counter beside you, sleeves rolled to his forearms, hair still a little damp from his prior shower. He’s chopping vegetables with silent precision, the knife tapping rhythmically against the wooden cutting board. Outside, snow drifted past the windows in slow, lazy spirals.
“You’re staring,” he says without looking up.
“I’m supervising,” you corrected, leaning against the counter. “It’s a very important role.”
He huffs, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. “Uh-huh.”
You grin and turn back to the stove, carefully stirring the contents of the pot. Christmas dinner is rather ambitious– your idea, of course– but Megumi hadn’t hesitated when you suggested hosting. He never does, not when it comes to you. He just shows up, ready to support, like he always has.
“And you’re sure this is enough food?” he asks, finally glancing over at you. “Itadori eats like he hasn’t seen food in weeks.”
“And Gojo eats like money grows on trees,” you add.
Megumi pauses. “...I should’ve made more.”
You laugh, nudging his side with your elbow. “Relax. Worst case scenario, Itadori raids the fridge and Kugisaki judges our decor.”
“Gojo will judge too,” Megumi mutters.
“Honey, Gojo judges everything. He doesn't count.”
He hums in agreement, shoulders relaxing as the moment settles. Christmas lights line the windowsill, soft gold reflections dancing over his soft features. You catch yourself watching the mesmerizing way his hands move, gentle and cautious. There’s something… beautiful... about being here like this, being here together with him.
Megumi notices again, his eyes meeting yours.
“You,” you say, honestly. “You just look happy.”
He blinks, caught off guard. Then, his gaze softens in a way that still makes your chest ache, ever after all this time.
Before you can respond, he steps closer, one hand settling at your waist. His thumb brushes just under your sweater, surprisingly warm against your already burning skin. It’s casual, affectionate, but it still sends a small spark throughout your body anyways.
“We still have an hour,” he murmurs. “Before they get here.”
Your breath catches, just a little. “Megumi…”
“I’m not doing anything,” he says, already smiling faintly. “Just reminding you.”
He presses a kiss to your temple, lingers for a second longer, and steps back like he didn’t just knock the air from your lungs.
You shake your head, grinning to yourself, and go back to stirring the pot. “You’ve been around Gojo for far too long.”
He pauses, and then smiles fondly. “I guess I have picked up on some of his habits.”
By the time the food is done, the house feels warm and full of light, smells, and the quiet hum of a life built together. You set the table while Megumi plates everything with near-surgical precision.
The doorbell rings right on time.
Yuji barrels in first, snow clinging to his coat and hair. “MERRY CHRISTMAS– woah, it smells amazing!”
Nobara follows, boots already off and eyes scanning the room. “Okay, wow. Domestic. I hate that this is cute.”
Gojo brings up the rear, sunglasses on despite the hour. “I knew coming here would pay off. Emotional fulfillment and free food!”
Megumi sighs. “You’re not getting both.”
Dinner is loud in the best way– Nobara teasing about how serious Megumi looks while serving food, Yuji praising everything between stuffed mouthfuls, Gojo stealing bites off other people’s plates just to be annoying.
At some point, Megumi’s knee presses against yours under the table. It stays there.
When dessert comes out, Nobara claps her hands. “Alright, presents first. Then I’m stealing your couch.”
Yuji hands you a bag with far too much enthusiasm. Gojo’s gift is suspiciously light, making you narrow your eyes at the giftbag. Megumi’s sits quietly beside you, neatly wrapped, the ribbon tied a little crooked.
Inside is a small box. Your heart starts beating faster before you even open it.
It’s a necklace– delicate, simple, gold. A chain with a small heart charm, a white diamond in the middle. Something you could wear everyday.
“I saw it and thought of you,” Megumi says quietly, suddenly very focused on the Christmas tree across the room. “If you don’t like it–”
You lean in and kiss him, quick but full, completely shutting him up. His hand comes up automatically, fingers curling at your jaw.
“I love it,” you whisper.
Gojo groans. “I need hazard pay for this.”
Yuji side-eyes him. “What for? You’re already rich, don’t be greedy.”
You can’t hold back the smile that spreads across your face as you watch the two bicker back and forth. Your gaze lands on the necklace in your hand once again, softening almost instantly.
Later on, the dishes are done and your guests are sprawled across your living room watching a movie– Home Alone, Gojo’s pick of course. Megumi seizes the opportunity to pull you toward the bedroom under the excuse of “getting more blankets.”
The door clicks shut behind you.
It’s quiet again– minus the muffled sound of laughter from the other room and the glow of the tree spilling in through the doorway.
Megumi cups your face, thumbs warm against your cheeks. “You did good tonight.”
He kisses you then, slow and unhurried. Familiar in a way that makes your chest ache, like something you want to cradle and hold onto forever. His forehead rests against yours when you pull back, breaths mingling.
“I love my gift," you whisper softly. "How’d you manage to pick something so perfect?”
His breath hitches. “I just thought of you… and, I knew that whatever made me think of you in that same way would be the best.”
You smile, and your fingers slowly migrate towards his hair, massaging through the soft follicles.
“Merry Christmas, Megumi.”
“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs.
And just for a moment, nothing else exists. Just warmth. Just him. Just the certainty that this is where you’re supposed to be.
And when you both go back out to the unfolding chaos, his hand finds yours again, like it always does.
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✧ a/n: js something for u guys to end your day on, i hope you all had an amazing Christmas day, mwah.
✧ made for @semapathy ; ily zey ♡
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