𐔌 . ⋮ imagine megumi fushiguro who has a habit of tucking stray hairs behind your ear without ever saying a word about it .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
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it happens when you’re both studying and a piece falls in front of your eyes he just reaches over with those long fingers, brushes it back gently, and goes right back to his notes like nothing happened, but his ears turn a little pink every single time like always
during late night missions when you’re exhausted and the wind is messing up your hair he does it on instinct, thumb lingering for half a second longer than necessary before he looks away and mutters “you’ll catch a cold” even though it’s barely breezy like you’re not slick you simp
when you’re ranting about something and getting worked up he’ll do it mid-sentence to calm you down, the tiny touch so soft it makes your brain short-circuit and you forget what you were mad about
in the mornings when you’re still half-asleep and your bedhead is a mess he does it while you’re sipping coffee, never making eye contact, just quietly fixing it like it’s his personal responsibility to keep you looking soft
and the best part? he only does it when no one else is looking like it’s this tiny secret ritual that’s just for the two of you, because megumi doesn’t do big gestures but he’ll spend forever making sure that one little strand never bothers you again
he never explains why he does it. he just… does. and somehow that makes it mean everything.
boyfriend!megumi and his overwhelmingly cute, bubbly girlfriend.
𖦹 sfw! you and megumi have very different personalities but that never stopped you two from hitting it off :: including college megumi
you and megumi have complete, polar opposite personalities. where he’s quiet, stoic, and constantly looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than surrounded by people.. you're all smiles and excited waves, always talking about whatever’s on your mind, whether anyone asked or not. you make friends everywhere you go, somehow finding something to love in every person you meet.
megumi is not exactly what people would call approachable, which is why nobody understands how you two ended up together.
not that you care.
“gumii!” the moment you spot him across the courtyard, your face lights up.
megumi barely has time to register before you’re wrapping your arms around his waist “hi love.” you murmur against his chest.
a few students stare, but you ignore them as usual.
megumi sighs, though there’s no actual annoyance behind it. his hand moves to your back automatically. “hey.”
you grin at him “did ya miss me?”
“you saw me this morning. we woke up together.”
“so that’s a yes!”
“noo.. that’s not what i said.”
“sure, megumi.” the faint pink dusting his ears tells you all you need to know.
most people only see the cold side of megumi. they don’t see the side of him that walks on the closest side of the road, the side of him that lends you his jacket when you complain about being cold just once, or the side of him that takes care of you on nights when your happiness fades into tears.
they don’t see how he stays up with you in the cold hours of night just to hold you together piece by piece.
because that side of him is reserved to you only.
his hand slides down to squeeze yours once. “you done causing a scene?”
“never ever.”
for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifts. “i figured.”
“but you love me so much anyway.. right?!”
“ehh..” he jokes.
“baby!” you swat his chest softly.
“i was just kidding.” he squeezes your hand once more and leads you through the courtyard, walking home with you.
you hum softly before suddenly gasping, stopping in your tracks. “oh my goodness!”
megumi’s eyes immediately blow with concern. “what?”
“i forgot to tell you.”
“tell me what?”
you grab both of his hands, bouncing slightly on your feet. “we’re pregnant!”
“huh? you serious?”
“no! LOL! a new sushi place just opened near our apartment!”
megumi blinks a couple of times before shaking his head. “who says lol outside of texting?”
“your girlfriend, duh.” you say it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, because it is.. “ but that’s besides the point! new sushi, babe!”
megumi guides you across the street as you ramble on about this new place. two fingers subtly pushing against your lower back, nodding respectfully to the other passersby.
“slow down, bunny. did you even look at the reviews?” he asks, palm now flat against your back as you continue walking and talking.
“noooo, but that’s the point in trying new things! don’t you get it?”
he stays quiet for a moment and thinks “.. not really.”
“ugh, boooriing.” you tease, eyes rolling before settling on his face. “gummy, we should go tonight.”
“tonight?”
“yes! date night!” you squeak.
“we had a date night three days ago, i have to study for course exams.”
“okay so do i, but like.. live a little.” you say dramatically, squeezing his hand tighter.
but he already knows where this is going, because your determined look says you’re not taking no for an answer.
“please?” you say, giving him your best puppy eyes.
“no.”
“please.”
“nope.”
that’s not his answer, he never says no.
“pleeeeease?”
“you’re being annoying.” he jokes.
“…but am i annoying enough to get sushi with?” you wink.
you look away from his face, from the floor, from your mind for a second and realize you’re already outside of your apartment door
megumi sighs heavily, tilting his head back towards the sky. you smile because that’s always a good sign. “i heard they have cute mochi desserts,” you don’t give up.
silence follows.
“and private booths.”
a whole beat of silence.
“and couples get a free dessert if they post a picture together!” you giggle, dragging him inside after fiddling with the keys for two long minutes. sometimes you agree that megumi has too much patience.
“absolutely not.” he follows, shutting the door behind him and wriggling out of his jacket immediately.
you smile and get closer, burying your face in between his pecs. “mm.. does this mean you’ll go with me?”
megumi looks down at you. at your hopeful expression, at your cute smile, at the way you’re practically vibrating with excitement over something as simple as trying a new restaurant with him.
his expression softens enough for you to notice. “what time?” he says, helping you out of your coat.
your face lightens up even more. “you will?”
“i never said no.”
“aww! baby you’re the best!”
before megumi can stop you, you’re already peppering kisses all across his cheek, he groans, ears red as his arm stays firmly wrapped around your waist. “be ready by six thirty. giving you two hours. kay? i’ll be right here studying,”
you leave one last, dramatic kiss to his cheek and let go of him completely. “yes captain!” you scurry off and start getting ready.
at six twenty-four, megumi knocks at the bedroom door and opens it when you don’t answer. he sees you sitting at your vanity upon entry, hands occupied with a makeup brush and a highlighter stick, a silk robe covering your date night outfit.
“hi baby!” you smile with all teeth, blowing him kisses through the mirror.
“six twenty-five, slowpoke.” he reminds you.
“heeyyy, this is the last step of my routine! you gave me till six thirty, remember?”
“yes, y/n. i remember.”
you finish fast and remove your robe, grabbing your purse and pausing suddenly, patting yourself down.
“whatt’d you forget?” megumi asks, already beside you and adjusting your bodice.
“lipgloss!” you reach for it but his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you.
“i like when your lips are just colored.. i always end up wearing your lipgloss home anyway.”
“good.” you smile and apply it, puckering up sweetly. megumi huffs before kissing your lips, smirking just a little bit when he pulls away.
you hand megumi your purse and follow him outside. the drive is loud with you in the car, singing along to every song in you and megumi's shared playlist—which you made… because your boyfriend is megumi fushiguro.
he parks smoothly and helps you out of his car, thumb squeezing and circling your hip as you walk into the restaurant together. the place is packed on opening night, but megumi finds a private booth near the emergency exit, his favorite spot.
you both place your different orders, megumi watches as you excitedly place yours, occasionally glancing at him between words just to make sure he’s interested in the menu.
when your food arrives, you take trillions of photos and videos, teasingly calling megumi to get his face in frame and obviously, posting him all over the place. whether it be a photo of his hand holding yours on the table, or his face, or his annoyed face because you won’t stop sticking your phone in his face-face.
three hours into the night, megumi’s carrying you to the car with your heels in one hand because you’re wine drunk and too full to move on your own. the pleasantly mellow high makes you feel more romantic than usual, megumi chuckles at the feeling of you kissing and nipping at his neck.
“there, there…” he pats your head as he sits you down in the passenger seat, lowering it slightly so that you’re comfortable. “that okay?”
“nnn-yess!” you giggle, throwing your feet onto his dash.
he spares you a quick side glance before focusing on the road. “did you like the new sushi place?” one of his hands moves to your thigh, rubbing soft, warm streaks up and down. “hm?”
“yes baby! i looooooveeed it.. see?” you smile almost theatrically, drunk and dazed in such a fuzzy high.
he gets you two home quick, megumi carries you up the stairs and into your apartment. taking his time and peeling off your clothes, wiping away your makeup, bathing you in warm water and massaging your collar bones with body scrub.
you sigh and lean into him, falling asleep in the bath. megumi dries you up and lays you in bed immediately, stripping himself of anything other than his boxers and laying down beside you after a long shower.
his fingers skim your pretty forehead as he pulls the blanket over you. your boyfriend snaps a quick photo of you sleeping in his bed and posts it on his story with the caption reading, “knocked out immediately. lol.”
megumi sets his phone aside and kisses your cheek carefully, pulling you flush against him and burying his face in your hair.
“mm.. goodnight princess” he grumbles, listening to yoiur breathing.
the room is dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. outside, the city is quiet. Inside, the atmosphere is settled. he eventually closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep as the evening’s fatigue catches hold of him too.
morning light slips through the blinds in golden pale strips, you’re the first to wake up and inevitably, the first to be hit with an aching thirst.
you wince just a little, stretching your limbs and trying to untangle yourself from megumi—but even in sleep, his grip is impossibly strong.
“mm.. megumii” you whine, fingers brushing his hair, face impossibly close to his.
he stirs, getting off of you to sit up and rub his eyes. you take that chance to slip out of the bedroom and go grab some water, but instead, two strong arms wrap around your waist again.
you slide a shirt over your pretty panties, the fabric pools at megumi’s arms that are still around you.
“where are you going? he murmurs against you, eyes closed, cheek squeezed into your back.
“just getting some water.. do you want some?” you ask sweetly, cute nails brushing his arm softly in the way he likes.
“mmhm.. what do you say?”
you pretend to think for a minute, shooting him a look of feigned annoyance before gripping his hand. “goodmorning baby.”
“goodmorning girl.”
you giggle and go to the kitchen, pouring two cups of water and skipping back to the room, spilling some on the floor and on top of that, you forgot to close the fridge.
“whoa baby, no one ever taught you not to run with glass in your hands? what about scissors?”
“we really need to keep a thinner curtain in the kitchen.. it’s so dark in there.”
“my girl’s still scared of the dark?” megumi’s expression catches the physical tension of stifling a laugh.
“that’s not funny and you know this already. it scares me to an extent.”
the fridge beeps suddenly and you leap back in bed, clutching his forearm.
silence falls as you both process the sound. “.. you left the fridge open.”
“i can hear it. will my boyfriend do me a favor and go close it. hmm?”
he thinks for a moment and then he carries you by the waist, manhandling you out of bed. “go face your fear.”
“nope.” you move impressively fast, trying to belly flop back in bed but his big arms hold you out.
“i’ll come with you!” he yells over your stammering and stands up, gently waking you to the kitchen. “see? not so bad is it?” he whispers, but to you it feels like a millennia away from the fridge.
megumi walks faster and closes the fridge, throws you over his shoulder casually and walks back to your bedroom. .
you laugh and swing your legs, scratching his bare back softly.
megumi doesn’t even bother setting you down. “this is kidnapping, gummy.”
“mhm.”
“i’m calling the police.”
“..you left the fridge open.”
“but that isn't a reasonable cause for this!”
“it’s the entire reason you’re up here.”
you huff and give his shoulder a tiny bite. “ow.”
“you deserved it.”
“i don’t think so.”
he finally lowers you onto the mattress, but before you could flop backward dramatically, his hands stayed around your waist.
“no running with glass.”
“i know.”
“no sprinting through dark kitchens. where you can easily fall and hit your head and—“
“i knooow.”
your grin softens and you bump your forehead against his. “how about breakfast. your girl is hungry.”
before you can even say anything else, he leans down, pressing a quick kiss against the corner of your mouth.
you immediately chased another one, and more after that. his jaw, his beauty marks, his chin.. all polluted with kisses from his favorite girl.
“baby…” he mumbles, trying—and falling—to sound annoyed.
“what?”
“you kiss me too much.”
“that’s not possible.”
“you’ve kissed me like eight times.”
“nine.” you giggle and kiss him more. “ten.”
he catches your chin gently between his fingers and kisses you, slow and patient. long enough that all your teasing dissolved into a little hum against his lips.
you wrap your arms around his neck, swaying from side to side. “you love me sooo much! don’t you baby?”
he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “yeah.”
you cup his face so carefully it makes him want to smile. “i love you too. but i’m hungry.”
“no morning classes today. we could take the dogs for a run and get some breakfast. how’s that sound?”
his thumbs rub lazy circles against your hip beneath the oversized shirt that definitely belongs to him. he lets you decide.
you bury your face in his neck. “carry me to the bathroom. let’s go before the cafes close.”
he rubs your back and lifts you, setting you down on the bathroom counter and handing you your toothbrush, already rinsed with white toothpaste squirted on top.
you both brush together, you occasionally whipping out your phone and snapping photos of your shirtless boyfriend with his toothbrush in his mouth and a rare smile only you get to see.
you finish brushing and hop off the counter, getting dressed in some leggings and a large shirt, tying your hair up in the easiest style possible, and putting the dogs on a leash.
shiro jumps on you as soon as he sees you, kuro marching straight to megumi.
“kuro baby! mommy wants some love too!” you get on your knees and put your arms out for him, and he moves into your embrace.
“fierce protectors by the way.” megumi jokes, grabbing their leashes and opening the door for you.
you smile at him as you pass him at the door as if he were a total stranger. megumi makes no comment though, just holds you against him while walking to the cafe.
the cafe is warm in the way small neighborhood cafes always are.
the windows are fogged slightly from the morning chill outside, the smell of espresso and buttered pastries filling the air while people chatter softly around them.
shiro is curled beneath the table after their walk, kuro lying against megumi’s timbs with his head on his paws.
usually you’re talking, about the dog wearing rain boots outside, about the old couple across from you and megumi sharing one slice of cake, about how the barista drew a little heart in your latte foam.
about literally anything. and while megumi’s mind won’t get off of you being so quiet, he’s also trying to take in how beautiful you look. and your mind.. your mind drifts back to a conversation you had three weeks ago exactly.
outside this cafe, your own friend told you that you’re “too much” and that you, “need to leave megumi alone because he’s clearly tired.”
today you just stir your drink, megumi decides to say something after exactly four minutes. “you don’t like it today?”
you blink. “hm?”
“the latte, bunny.”
“oh!” you force a little smile. “no, it’s good.”
he watches you over the rim of his coffee. “you sure? we can add more sugar, anything you want.”
“mhm. i’m sure.”
another silence. you break your croissant into tiny pieces instead of eating it.
megumi leans back. he’s seen you cry, he’s seen you sick, he’s seen you laugh so hard you snorted juice out of your nose. he knows every version of you and yet, this quiet one is unfamiliar.
“did i do something?”
your head shoots up. “what?! no!”
“then what’s wrong?”
“nothing.”
“liar.”
his voice is far from accusing, just certain. “you’ve been weird since we sat down.”
you look away toward the window. outside, someone laughs loudly with their friend. your fingers tighten around your mug. “can i ask you something?”
“you just did.”
“seriously, megumi.”
“i’m listening.”
you stare into your coffee, voice unusuallyy small now. “am i..”
the words suddenly feel stupid, childish and embarrassing. but megumi waits.
“am i too much?”
his eyebrows knit together immediately. “what?”
“you know..” you laugh weakly. “too loud, or too clingy?”
silence followes.
“someone said,” you mumble. “that i do too much around you.”
you don’t even look at him.
“they said you always look tired, that maybe you just put up with me because you’re nice.”
you pick at your sleeve.
“and i know they shouldn’t matter, but..” your voice gets quieter. “i started thinking; what if you’re secretly exhausted by me?”
you swallow dryly. the cafe suddenly feels very loud. the clinking dishes, the espresso machine, someone laughing nearby. you cant bring yourself to meet his eyes. “sorry.”
nothing.
then you feel sudden warmth, engulfing your hand and a thumb brushing your knuckles.
your tears fall immediately into your lap. concern replaces megumi’s sleepy calm almost immediately.
“look at me.”
you do. his face is completely serious. “who told you that?”
“it doesn’t matter.”
“it does.”
“i just don’t wanna make it a thing.”
his jaw tightens. “fine.”
his fingers brush yours, palms squeezing your hand occasionally. “listen carefully.”
you nod.
“when have i ever pretended to like something?”
you blink softly. “never.”
“i don’t.”
he squeezes your hand again, bringing it up to his nose, kissing your knuckles softly. “if i don’t like someone, they know.”
you can’t help the tiny laugh. “yeah, i know.”
“so why,” he asks quietly. “why would you think i’d fake loving you?”
your eyes begin to sting. “i just.. you don’t seem to get tired.”
“i do.”
“i know, but-”
“no.”
he shakes his head. “i get tired of crowds, noise, classes, people asking stupid questions. maybe besides itadori. and you.”
“i don’t ask stupid questions.” you say.
he brushes his thumb across your knuckles. “i’ve never gotten tired of you.”
your lip trembles. “really?”
he looks almost offended. “you think carrying you around, making you breakfast, getting up close and intimate with you, staying awake with you when you can’t sleep…”
megumi tilts his head. “you think i do all that because i tolerate you?
you find it impossible how much megumi loves you despite being so good at containing it. “no..”
“i do it because i love you.”
your eyes finally meet his again.
“i like hearing you talk.”
“even when i ramble?”
“especially then.”
“but interrupt you all the time, i steal your things and i kiss you a lot..”
“you do all those things. and if you suddenly stopped, i’d think something was wrong.”
a tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. “i’m sorry.”
“for what?”
“i don’t know why it got to me.”
“it got to you because they were talking about someone you love.”
he brushes the tear away with his thumb. “and because they were talking about you.”
you lean into his hand instinctively.
“do you know waht i see?”
you shake your head.
“i see someone who gets really excited over sushi, the person who waves at strangers.. laughs with them, the girl who cries during dog food commercials and snuggles kuro.”
you laugh through another tear.
“you make every place feel like home, baby.”
he says it so simply, like it’s just a fact. no hesitation and no embarrassment. “i don’t want less of you.” his thumb brushes beneath your eye again and your shoulders finally sag.
“i want all of you.”
you smile despite yourself, looking down again. “even when im embarassing?”
“i’ve carried you out of a restaurant while you were wine drunk and trying to kiss my neck.”
you stay quiet, still smiling, a bit bigger now.
“you post me all the time too.”
“that’s not embarassing. besides, you posted me sleeping.”
“that’s fair.”
you laugh properly this time, a sound that makes something unclench in megumi’s chest.
“you’re really romantic for someone who pretends he isn’t.”
“no i don’t pretend.”
you roll your eyes and give him such a funny look he can only agree with you.
“fine but only a teeny bit.”
your smile grows with each passing second. it becomes bigger until it’s the smile he recognizes.
he moves his chair next to yours and pulls you closer, kissing your hair. a comfortable silence falls between you, and nearly after a full minute of stillness, you lift your head.
“baby?”
“hm?”
“that little strawberry tart in the display case..”
he closes his eyes. “here we go.”
“can we split one?”
a tiny sigh escapes him. “we were already going to.”
your entire face lights up. “we were?”
“i ordered it ten minutes ago. in a to go box. hot.”
you shower him with kisses, he knows you oh so well.
okay so boom I'm obsessed with this its been worked on for decades pls enjoy bai
bf!megumi guessing what lip balm flavour you’ve got on
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basically js a makeout sesh
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as soon as you woke up you decided it was a great day to annoy your boyfriend and immediately reach for your phone to text him
meowgumi
yes
come over
we have physics on tuesday. go study.
ya borin
anyw study here
…
fine
it’s been a few hours since he arrived. both of you are now just in your room he’s deeply focused and has probably memorized the entire course by now while you’re still trying to understand the basic concepts of physics. you’ve definitely been locked in and not staring at ur ceiling for the past 10 minutes after taking a vape break before the nicotine suddenly hits you and you need to go to the toilet
“be right back gumi”
“take your time”
it’s been like a good 10 minutes in the toilet and when you’re finally done you toss your hand towel into the basket and look into your cabinet for another. just as you’re ruffling through a drawer which consists of skincare, toiletries, half burnt vapes and some junk. you kept taking things out and either rearranging them or tossing it straight into the bin until you find a pack of fun flavored lip balms: a cola, two fantas, a sprite, and a jolly rancher. a pack you bought as a joke a few months back but there’s a reason for you to actually use it now. and that reason’s on your bed, head buried into his laptop with his only care being the exam next week
you get out of the toilet and peek at him playfully hoping to lighten the mood
“megumiiii”
“where’s your mac charger”
is the only reply he shoots back to which you roll your eyes at
“nerd, take a break”
“don’t think the exam waits on you”
“gumi you’ll be fine i promise”
you say as you switch places with his mac that was previously on his lap. you slide a teasing finger under his chin tilting his face up to face yours.
“let’s play a game”
he raises an eyebrow at that familiar teasing tone
“not falling for your shit again y/n”
that makes you giggle abit
“no it’s harmless i promise”
“…okay”
the uncertainty in his voice made it even cuter. you bring your face to his until you bridge the tiny gap with your lips. it’s soft and gentle before you purposely start nibbling at his lips hoping he’ll mimic the gesture on you. it worked. just as he pulls you closer, you pull away.
“guess.”
“wha-“
“guess what flavor i have on”
“seriously?”
“mhm”
he tried to steal your focus with the attempt of asking for another kiss but you saw right through him. oh megumi when will you learn.
“just one more cmon”
“nu uh”
“fine. sprite.”
you shook your head and in a teasing tone “mm-mm”
“try again megs”
he wasted no time immediately sealing your lips together and really savoring the taste and waxy coating on your soft plush lips.
it’s been a good 5 minutes he’s flipped you over so you’re no longer straddling him while you sit on his lap. now he’s got you straight under him on your bed while he’s got his fingers tangled in your hair. there definitely isn’t any flavour left on your lips of which he hasn’t licked away. both of you have completely lost the objective until you snapped out of it. you placed your hands on both sides of his face and lightly created distance.
“you sly little thing”
“ah jeez was kinda hoping you’d forget”
“mhm. guess.”
“it’s sprite”
“nope”
“it’s. sprite.”
“it really isn’t”
he cups your face with one hand forcing you to look at him because your gaze drifted from your giggles as he insisted he was right
“don’t lie”
you look up into his green eyes, his gaze never leaving your lips. his words sharp but there’s no real bite to it. you placed your palms back on his face and pull him back down to restrain your growing smile with his lips while rub the nape of his neck before releasing yourselves. you give him a sweet and knowing smile
“it’s sprite and jolly rancher”
“you little dirty little chea-“
before he can finish you were quick to flip both of you over and kiss him before he gets upset. whoops sorry megs!!
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m.list!!
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a/n: ughh how i’ve missed this guys im lowkey going thru writers block im scared my fics r getting shorter n shorter bc of exams n stuff okay okay only 4 more to go!! help me out n tell me what u guys wanna see!!
# BF-FUSHIGURO MEGUMI AS UR BF ── .✦ ( lists of what kind of boyfriend he is )
╰┈➤ a/n: it’s been so long since I’ve posted but I think that’s because I’ve been so busy with my life but still am I now back ? yes will I probably enter a writing slump once again also probably yes… but anyways I thought to post this to honor of the rumors of megumi dying to some grade 3 curse (I don’t believe it) but still more megumi slander = more fics.
The “I don’t care” boyfriend who secretly cares about everything
He’ll act like it’s no big deal if you text him late or ask him to help with something, but you’ll catch him already doing it before you finish your sentence, not because he’s a people pleaser but genuinely is like that towards you.
Touch-starved but lowkey
He’s not outwardly clingy, but his hand will always find yours when you’re walking together. He doesn’t even realize it
it’s instinct, and also falls asleep fastest when you’re playing with his hair.
Protective but not overbearing
He won’t say “don’t do that” or “be careful” out loud all the time, since he doesn’t want to push you away or seem controlling which he hates most, but he will hover nearby or subtly position himself between you and anything even he finds slightly sketchy.
The kind of boyfriend who memorizes your routine to a teaaa
Not in a creepy way, but in a “I know you get sleepy around 3, so I brought you a snack” way. He notices patterns in you like he notices curse patterns sharp, observant.
Gift-giving = feral little animals or bonding over the love of animals
He will never admit it, but if you like cats/dogs/rabbits? He’ll act like he found the ONE for him. Expect him to randomly show up like “it followed me here” when he actually went out of his way to rescue it for you.
Dry humor king
Everyone (nobara and yuji and gojo *cough*) thinks he’s stoic 24/7, but when it’s just you two? He’ll drop the driest, funniest one-liners and watch you laugh until you can’t breathe, i feel like he himself wouldn’t like someone who acts stoic as much as he does…
sweetest guy you CANNOT convince me he isn’t
He’s not big on fancy words or affirmations but he’ll do things like: wait outside in the rain for you, bring your favorite drink without asking, or just quietly check if your hand is cold and slip it into his pocket.
The kind of boyfriend who doesn’t say “I love you” every day, but when he does it sticks once again, but it’s not that he wouldn’t act like he doesn’t love you obviously but still not outright like yuji would or the others
He doesn’t throw those words around lightly. So when he looks you in the eye and says it, you know he means it with everything he HASSS
mini smut scene n ig making out? js a little drabble bc im highk running out of ideas and soon shall never be able to write again
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it’s late at night, you and megumi are in the kitchen doing nothing, talking about something, and you’re tired from a day of staying at home watching 14 episodes of an anime you both like. you’re sat on the counter while megumi’s making some tea for both of you.
“i really don’t think it’s a big deal i should be able to go on solo missions."
“mhm”
“for fuck's sake, i'm 19”
“mhm”
“it’s just weird that you go do your own things while i’m always being babysat”
“they’re looking after you”
“i’m capable of looking after myself”
“i know”
you hop off the surface and walk over to him. he’s still making the tea with more attention to yours: a splash of milk and two sugars. just the way you like it. you help him carry the cups to where you were sitting while he follows behind you. you turn around, and he’s right there, so calm, collected and, for no reason at all, super attractive. looking at him, you tilt your head to wonder just how you got so lucky with him. you drape your arms around his broad shoulders and pull yourself closer to him until your head's resting on his chest. the feeling’s comfortable. familiar. quiet. he immediately relaxes back into you a little. you pull back a bit to look at him properly with a soft, tired smile resting on your face
“hi.”
“..hi”
his heads now buried in your shoulder. he tilts it just a fraction so you have more room while you start running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. it’s still messy from the nap you both took earlier. soft at the nape of his neck. megumi exhales quietly. you smile into his shoulder and keep playing with it lazily, scratching lightly at his scalp and twisting strands around your fingers. then, brush your nails; brush that spot low near the back of his neck. your boyfriend immediately reacts: a time shiver while his head dips instinctively deeper into your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in
“mmh..”
you pause immediately, grinning now.
“mhm?”
he doesn’t answer properly. instead just turns slightly and hides his face in your neck for a second. until- he starts pressing soft sleepy kisses against your neck, trailing one after the other. not dramatic. just clingy. tired. fond. it makes you laugh softly
”..gumi”
”mhm..”
”you’re acting weird”
”..your fault”
you scratch lightly at that spot again to test your luck; at that moment megumi literally shudders before he makes another low sound against your neck and reaching back to catch your wrist
“..stop cheating”
”so that is your weak spot”
”..quiet”
now you’re fully entertained because megumi fushiguro, your 5'9", 60kg, super hot sorcerer boyfriend, has a weak spot.
“seriously megs?”
megumi’s ears are now slightly pink. probably because you keep smiling
“this is insane information”
he sighs softly before he leans back into you anyways. completely betraying himself. your fingers keep playing with the soft and fluffed strands and slowly creeping back down to the nape of his neck. that spot really does something to him when he feels his ears get pinker and the air around him get warmer. he reaches back, grabbing the collar of his shirt, scrunching it all together in one swift motion while his other arm tightens on your waist, closing the space in between you. it really is obvious, isn’t it? megumi fushiguro’s weak spot. he’s getting sloppy. you’ve never really seen this side of him before – well, yes, but not like this. he’s messy, unashamed, like he has no control over himself – well, how could he? he’s around you after all. his kisses are now open-mouthed and wet while his warm, minty breath brushes the skin on your neck. your hand goes flying to his hand, gripping his shirt
“gumi, we’re downstairs. in the kitchen.”
”mhm.. and?”
”eh.. true”
you quickly help him pull his shirt off in one quick motion. seeing him like this, wanting you just as bad as you want him. he guides your hand by the wrist to the same spot while wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you up and placing you on the cold shiny counter. he looks even better under the room’s warm, dim lighting with the physique of a greek god. you pull b ack just by an inch, but his sickening greed immediately pulls you back you try once more, and this time he latches on to your lips, your faces smashing together. your tongues with one another. he pulls back just for a second to flash that devious smirk at you, that damn dangerously attractive smile. just as he’s about to dive right back in –
*flick*
of course, now just has to be the time your mum decides it’s time for a snack.
“my, my”
ah fuck.
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i am so so. sorry i have no idea what im doing here its just been so long since ive written n i wanted to get back in the game. also so sorry i have no idea what i was doing w that mini smut scene if u hate it ill personally send u an apology letter for having to read that AND IM SO SORRY AB THE ENDING I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO. pls. sorry. thank you.
he’s literally in pain but looks good enduring it..
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megumi stumbled through your front door after he finally finished his three day long mission limping, bruised, bleeding you name it he’s got it. safe to say the mission went badly. not quite catastrophically but bad enough that mummy(who also specializes in rct like shoko) had to drag him to shoko’s office.
“mummy mummy gumi needs urgent help”
“nope nope no. megumi darling i can help with a lot of things but this a two woman job. satoru, help him to the car”
“im fine i can-“
“no. satoru, carry him. naoya, start the car”
“yes maam!”
by the time everyone got to shoko’s office, megumi looked exhausted. there was blood on his sleeve, a cut across his side, more bruises forming. you hated seeing him like that. mummy was already helping shoko get everything ready while your dad, naoya was leaning against the wall and gojo was pacing but also had his phone ready to record everything.
“damn kid you really got roughed up huh?”
“please shut up.”
megumi was sat on the bed leaning against the wall. quiet. like always. both your mum and shoko glanced at the injury
“yeah”
nobody liked that confirmation.
“what?”
gojo asked
“he’s getting the shoko special”
“what’s that?”
“you’ll see”
as she pulled the medical cart closer to him. in clear view you saw all of it: bandages, sutures, syringes it looked like she brought out everything in the lab. mummy helped him with an oxygen mask and an iv drip. a few minutes later megumi was sitting shirtless at the edge of the bed while shoko cleaned the wound. he clenched his jaw just a fraction but enough for you to notice. mummy was beside her helping.
“megumi you’re getting stitches. that okay?”
“how many”
“…”
“…”
“enough”
“that’s not a number”
“doesn’t need to be”
a minutes later when he had his oxygen mask on, mummy saw his expression
“ready?”
“no”
“good”
she pressed the suture to his pale skin. megumi immediately looked away. not scared. but more like he was holding himself back. it was unusual because this isn’t megumi’s first trip here. hell, he’s probably here once a week on average and usually he’s okay. no big reactions he breathes through it sometimes he’s even just on his phone. he threw his head back against the wall to make sure he couldn’t get a single glimpse of what was happening. which was fair, everyone was telling him to just come back. the curse was misclassified it wasn’t on him. but today he was exhausted both mentally and physically, unable to hold back. which was fair, nobody wanted to watch that. the first stitch went in. his shoulders immediately tensed. a sharp inhale, the kind he tried to hide. you moved closer and intertwined your hands with his, immediately he squeezed back. hard.
“sorry”
you squeezed his hand back
“you’re fine”
shoko passes another stitch through. megumis jaw visibly clenched. he’s trying to stay controlled, but this injury was deep and shoko, well she isn’t exactly known to be gentle. your mum noticed
“okay. kento taught me this a few years ago. i’m going to count”
everyone looked confused. meanwhile she just smiled at him. he looked deeply unconvinced
“three”
“two”
“…”
“one”
his breath hitched. the next few minutes were worse; the wound was deeper than expected. megumi stayed quiet, mostly..
he stayed looking upwards, just breathing, looking away from everyone and everything. his eyes slightly glassy with the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose turning red. you felt terrible seeing him like this while you could only imagine what this was like for him but for one moment you noticed him. you noticed everything: the way his lashes looked, the way his eyes were watering, the redness around his nose, how fast his was blinking and the deadliest was how he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall. for a good minute all you thought about was how pretty he was. you felt horrrible but also he’s really pretty. in an attempt of trying to distract him abit more from it you started running your fingers through his hair. megumi leaned into it slightly.
another stitch.
megumi shut his eyes closed
a tear escaped. he immediately wiped it away. it felt like the room got ten times hotter. your cheeks turning red but then-
“done”
shoko said as she peeled her gloves off. a looked of relief firmed on his face
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back home megumi was finally asleep on your bed recovering while you were downstairs with everyone else sitting on the sofa minding your business enjoying your peace. that was until your obnoxious godfather gojo had to snatch your phone away.
“HEY”
he smirked
“jesus lady at least try keep it in ur pants”
“what even-“
“u can’t deny that all u thought ab in the lab was how pretty he looked”
“THATS NOT”
“THAT WAS”
“I WAS CONCERNED”
“a side of concern with a main course of ogling”
you quickly grabbed your phone back and dashed upstairs because realistically that’s just another night at your house.
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megumi had been asleep for about an hour. after today he’d fallen asleep nearly immediately. you quietly slipped into bed beside him trying to not wake him. the moment you did. his arm found its way around your waist. muscle memory? his eyes never even opened, regardless he still pulled you closer to face him. you watched the slow rise and fall of his breathing. his hair was a mess, face buried into your waist, the exhaustion from earlier still lingering. you carefully brushed some of his hair back. he made a sleepy noise. you smiled.
“you’re so pretty, megumi”
your fingers drifted through his hair again
“gumi, you did so well on the mission”
his eyebrows twitched ever so slightly but he was still asleep.
once more you combed through his hair
“you’re amazing, megumi”
that one got a reaction. a small, sleepy
“mmh”
your smile widened immediately. he opened his eyes halfway before shutting them again
“mhm?”
you reached back down and lightly started scratching the hairs on the nape of his neck. immediately, his expression softened
“right here, gumi?”
another sleepy hum escaped him. then his hand around your waist found your arm that was dangling off the bed. slowly, clumsily, half asleep, he took your arm and wrapped it around himself while shifting closer. now you’re both facing each other. his forehead nearly bumped to yours
“megumi”
the same sleepy sound was the response you received
“you awake?”
a pause.
“a little”
his voice deep and coarse with sleep, barely above a mumble
“sorry megs. you should sleep”
it looked like he was drifting back into sleep until-
“keep talking”
“what?”
“i like your voice”
“…keep talking”
holy mother of pearl. why is he like this? why is he effortlessly attractive? how does he not know the things he does to you?
“you’re ridiculous”
“mhm just like that”
you kept talking. about nothing, about the mission, about how worried you’d been and how admirable his actions were. the eventually-
“you were really pretty earlier”
you thought he was fully out but that got another reaction. a sleepy frown
“…hurt”
“i know”
“hated that”
“i know gumi”
“you enjoyed it tho”
“…”
“was i obvious..”
“saw that look in your eyes”
he flashed a sleepy smirk. you hurried your face in your hands
“ughh your eyes were glossy your skin was pale and the corners of your eyes were the faintest shade of red”
“mhm”
“you looked pretty”
that earned a quiet laugh. then suddenly, he propped himself up on his forearms. he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and the other before finally reaching your lips. he was gentle as if mouthing “thank you” with every suckle of your lips. he wasn’t really awake, just enough to find you. before you knew it, he collapsed right back into his slumber, face against your shoulder arms still tightly around your waist but this time? gone. absolutely gone. you stamped one short kiss to his throat before dozing off.
“love you megs”
“i love you too”
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a/n: not my best work n may have some typos i wrote this when i was sleepy sorryyy
