Megumi x (Gojos sister) Reader - Fluff
a/n: can't lie, I based this off my own migraine attacks and I am a sucker for soft Megumi - Childhood friends to Lovers
contains: a very soft and fluffy Megumi as your Childhood friend, romantic tension, y/n calling her brother "'toru", a whole-lotta disbelieve from Nobara and Yuji, mention of shirtless Megumi, Megumi being like every girl wants thier boyfriend to be... - okay I'll stop!
The Gojo family was known for their power—specifically, the infamous Six Eyes. But where Satoru Gojo flaunted his strength with that cocky grin and ever-present blindfold, his younger sister, Y/N, wore hers bare. Her eyes, a mirror of her brother’s celestial blue brilliance, were too beautiful to hide and far too powerful to ignore. And that brilliance came with a price: searing migraines, the kind that left her breathless and curled in on herself, even in the middle of a conversation.
Megumi Fushiguro had known her since they were kids—before Jujutsu High, before curses, before all the chaos that seemed to follow the Gojo name. She’d always had those eyes, and he’d always been the one person who could calm the storm they brought.
It was one of those heavy afternoons. Humid, with tension thick in the air after training. Y/N sat slouched on the couch in the common room, hand pressed to her temple.
Yuji was rambling about some new ramen place he wanted to try, and Nobara was filing her nails.
Megumi noticed it first. The way her lashes fluttered shut, brows pinched in pain. He got up silently from the chair, walked over, and knelt in front of her.
“You didn’t put the blindfold on today,” he said quietly.
“I hate that thing,” she whispered. “Makes me feel like I’m turning into 'toru.”
He gave her a long look, then gently took her hand and pulled her to him.
Without a word, she curled onto the couch and laid her head on his chest like it was muscle memory. Her hand rested near his collarbone, her breath already slowing down.
“Shhh,” Megumi murmured, draping a soft blanket over her shoulder. “Don’t wake her.”
Yuji blinked. “Wait, what—she just fell asleep? On you? Like, full-on nap?”
Nobara raised an eyebrow. “Ugh, that’s so unfair. She gets migraines and a personal Megumi pillow?”
Megumi didn’t respond. He just looked down at her as her eyelashes fluttered and her breathing evened out.
“It helps her,” he said finally. “Her head hurts less when she’s here.”
Yuji leaned forward, whispering like a child in church. “So like… how often does this happen?”
“Wait, wait—what if you’re, like, shirtless?” Nobara asked, clearly fishing for gossip.
Megumi, to his eternal credit, flushed a little but didn’t look away from Y/N. “She doesn’t care. And I don’t mind.”
Yuji let out a low whistle. “That’s either the most romantic or the most platonic thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t tell which.”
Megumi finally looked up, his gaze flat. “She’s in pain. I’m not gonna make her suffer more just because of a shirt.”
“Yeah, but still…” Nobara grinned, eyes sparkling. “Kind of hot. Gentle boyfriend Megumi is a look.”
“We’re not—” he started, but his voice trailed off when Y/N shifted in her sleep, sighing against him like she’d found peace.
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Later that evening, after the common room emptied out and the dorm quieted, Megumi carried her to his room. It was second nature by now—she always said his room was “just dark enough” when the pain got unbearable.
He laid her down gently on the bed, but as he moved to get up, a sleepy hand tugged at his shirt.
“Stay,” she whispered, voice hoarse with fatigue.
He lay down beside her, letting her curl up against him again, this time under the cover of soft shadows. Her fingers found a spot over his heartbeat. It was something she did without thinking. Something that grounded her.
“Your chest is warm,” she mumbled.
“You say that every time.”
She was half-asleep, but her voice held that sliver of teasing that always made his chest tighten. He didn’t say anything for a while, just let the silence stretch, his hand resting gently on her back.
Then she whispered, “You’re always here when it hurts.”
The migraines never went away, not completely. But they got easier to bear when she had Megumi. His chest, his heartbeat, his steady silence. Every time she lay there, she felt a little more whole.
And every time someone walked in and tried to say something, Megumi would just raise a finger and say:
a/n: Hi~ Hope you liked it <3
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