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emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High x agedup!Megumi ૮․ ․ ྀིა cw: nightmares, fluff, kissing, nerd!gumi, praise note: Requested. Megumi is a third year here and I specifically had older fanart of him in mind when I wrote this and it still turned out restrained and fluffy. I know the original series is pure smut but for aged up characters, I just can’t. I’m so sorry, this is the best I can do for Megs🥲

being the emotional support bunny at Jujutsu High means you’re there for your friends whenever they need you. you get lots of attention, lots of cuddles and lots of affection :3 It had been awkward at first. It still is, sometimes.

Megumi had a nightmare, the first time you were truly there for him. He wandered the halls in the middle of the night, quiet and unsure, just as Gojo returned to campus from a questionable mission. Gojo spotted the lost student and clapped his hands together.

“Ah! I know just the thing!”

Megumi let himself be dragged through the building, half-expecting Gojo to hand him some kind of charm, potion, or ointment to help him sleep. Instead, without a word of explanation, Gojo hauled him to your door, ushered him inside, and shut it behind him.

The message was clear. He’s seen you help others before, he knew how things worked with you. Cuddles for Yuji, playing dress up with Nobara. It’s a mystery to Megumi how you were always able to keep up with those balls of energies. The room smelled nice. Megumi pretended not to recognize the scent, a soft blend of jasmine and lavender. He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you blinked up at him from your bed, clearly drowsy and just as confused as he was.

It would have been rude to leave after that. You had always been good to him. Considerate, careful with his boundaries, mindful of his discomfort with closeness and overt cheer.

So he stayed.

He slept on the floor at the foot of your bed, of course. The carpet was soft enough. Your blankets were piled into something like a burrow, inviting and warm, but Megumi refused them. Listening to your even breathing was nice.

Over time, the awkwardness softened. He began showing up after nightmares on his own, settling at the far end of your bed instead of the floor. From there, all he could see was your silhouette beneath the covers, ears just barely visible.

Sleeping in your bed helped. A bunnygirl couldn’t chase away the things that haunted his dreams, but you could distract him from them.

After a few months, Megumi learned how to lie beside you. Now, you can run your fingers through his hair while he talks about the books he reads, the things he learns, the thoughts that never seem to turn off.

Then come the small kisses. Nothing overwhelming, just gentle pecks on cheeks, on the tip of a nose, on a chin, a closed eyelid, the faint shadows under his eyes. Sometimes your lips brush, brief and shy. You tell him he’s doing well. You say he’s brave. A mistake, every time. Megumi flusters easily; closeness takes practice. Intimacy takes practice. Still, he’s holding you down, like he’s not sure how to continue.

Eventually, he starts talking again. “Bunny, bunny, did you know that—“ “What do you think of the ranking system, bunny?” “Bunny, you should be more careful with—“

Is he a bit of a nerd? Yeah. His grades prove it. His endless knowledge of oddly specific topics proves it too. It isn’t surprising that he knows so much about bunnygirls.

Their favorite spots for scratches, behind the ears, along the ribs. The snacks they love most. What it means when they thump in irritation.

In short, Jujutsu High’s bunny is well taken care of by Megumi.

And Megumi is well taken care of by the bunny.

for @ginnybruh <3