You think Satoru Gojou hates you but he just can't stand the thoughts he gets when he's near you.
"Gojou-san, I was wondering if you could tell me where the-"
"Ugh..." He groans, eyes rolling away from yours clearly visible behind his black sunglasses.
You might think he's annoyed but all he can think is, 'wow so gorgeous, hair a bit a different today huh? I wonder how it would be if I had my fingers through them, tangling through their hair, that soft skin like a bunny and the clothes that fit her too well. Should I use my six eyes to check what's under?! No.. no I cant! Its too perverse! I c-cant.. UGH!!'
You blinked twice, one from shock the next from audacity. Yeah, I know he's the strongest doesn't mean he gets to be rude to his colleagues!
And that wasn't even the first time.
"Gojou-san! We've been assigned to the-"
"Ugh...." He narrows his eyes and looks the other way even though he could use all six of his eyes to see you even this way.
Thoughts: "I CANT LOOK!! AAAAAHG so pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, one more second and I'll come on the spot- i MEAN I'll so totally mmmmm... wow.. smells so good- UGH!"
You sighed, "...gojo-san, could it be I did something wrong?" You asked, finally deciding to confront the giant.
He turns to look at you, "Huh?" He seems genuinely confused, as if he wasn't giving off all signs that he was annoyed.
"For some reason, you're always looking at me like you hate me and you obviously do! Because everytime I look at you, you're making that disgusted and dissapointed sound like you really can't stand me! And I don't get why but if you have a problem with me, say it to my face!" You panted after finishing your rant.
The students in the hallway turned to look between the two teachers.
Gojos mouth widened with every sentence you had spoken. "Wait- that's not-" he actually stammered.
You huffed, "if that's it, I'm leaving!" You declared, so what if he's the strongest?! Doesn't give him the right to be so mean!
He stands there frozen unable to say anything.
"...but I don't hate you..." He murmured quietly, sighing as he averted his eyes. "...I really messed up..." He feels the embarrassment of his own crush not liking him to another level. Like the need to scream your embarrassment out loud.
Megumi who had watched the whole scene aware of his teachers wish for you shook his head in dissapointment. "I told you to just be normal." He sighed.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?! 'Hey there sweetie~ wanna go out for a rid- OW" megumi smacked him. "Never say that ever again..."
Why can I picture gojo like this tho I feel like if he ever canonical actually liked-loved someone he'd be so weird and googly mooglt about it rather than flirty and cocky. He'd be all "OH MY GOD THEY4E HERE ACT NORMAL THISNIS NOT A DRILL" *tries to be nonchalant* *thinks about it 100 times late4* *cries in embarrasment*
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Argus drove us out of the countryside and into western Long Island. It felt weird to be on a highway again, Annabeth and Grover sitting next to me as if we were normal carpoolers. After two weeks at Half-Blood Hill, the real world seemed like a fantasy. I found myself staring at every McDonald’s, every kid in the back of his parents’ car, every billboard and shopping mall.
“So far so good,” I told Annabeth. “Ten miles and not a single monster.”
She gave me an irritated look. “It’s bad luck to talk that way, seaweed brain.”
“Remind me again—why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.” Annabeth fired back
“Could’ve fooled me.”
She folded her cap of invisibility. “Look…we’re just not supposed to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals.”
“Why?”
She sighed. “How many reasons do you want? One time my mom caught Poseidon with his girlfriend in Athena’s temple, which is hugely disrespectful. Another time, Athena and Poseidon competed to be the patron god for the city of Athens. Your dad created some stupid saltwater spring for his gift. My mom created the olive tree. The people saw that her gift was better, so they named the city after her.”
“They must really like olives.”
“Oh, forget it.”
“Now, if she’d invented pizza—that I could understand.”
“I said, forget it!”
In the front seat, Argus smiled. He didn’t say anything, but one blue eye on the back of his neck winked at me.
Argus dropped us at the Greyhound Station on the Upper East Side, not far from my mom and Gabe’s apartment. Taped to a mailbox was a soggy flyer with my picture on it: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?
I ripped it down before Annabeth and Grover could notice. Argus unloaded our bags, made sure we got our bus tickets, then drove away, the eye on the back of his hand opening to watch us as he pulled out of the parking lot.
I thought about how close I was to my old apartment. On a normal day, my mom would be home from the candy store by now. Smelly Gabe was probably up there right now, playing poker, not even missing her.
Grover shouldered his backpack. He gazed down the street in the direction I was looking.
“You want to know why she married him, Percy?” I stared at him.
“Were you reading my mind or something?”
“Just your emotions.” He shrugged. “Guess I forgot to tell you satyrs can do that. You were thinking about your mom and your stepdad, right?”
I nodded, wondering what else Grover might’ve forgotten to tell me.
“Your mom married Gabe for you,” Grover told me. “You call him ‘Smelly,’ but you’ve got no idea. The guy has this aura…Yuck. I can smell him from here. I can smell traces of him on you, and you haven’t been near him for a week.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Where’s the nearest shower?”
“You should be grateful, Percy. Your stepfather smells so repulsively human he could mask the presence of any demigod. As soon as I took a whiff inside his Camaro, I knew: Gabe has been covering your scent for years. If you hadn’t lived with him every summer, you probably would’ve been found by monsters a long time ago. Your mom stayed with him to protect you. She was a smart lady. She must’ve loved you a lot to put up with that guy—if that makes you feel any better.”
It didn’t, but I forced myself not to show it. I’ll see her again, I thought. She isn’t gone.
I wondered if Grover could still read my emotions, mixed up as they were. I was glad he and Annabeth were with me, but I felt guilty that I hadn’t been straight with them. I hadn’t told them the real reason I’d said yes to this crazy quest.
The truth was, I didn’t care about retrieving Zeus’s lightning bolt, or saving the world, or even helping my father out of trouble. The more I thought about it, I resented Poseidon for never visiting me, never helping my mom, never even sending a lousy child-support check. He’d only claimed me because he needed a job done.
All I cared about was my mom. Hades had taken her unfairly, and Hades was going to give her back.
You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, the Oracle whispered in my mind. You will fail to save what matters most in the end.
Shut up, I told it.
The rain kept coming down.
We got restless waiting for the bus and decided to play some Hacky Sack with one of Grover’s apples. Annabeth was unbelievable. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. I wasn’t too bad myself.
The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared— core, stem, and all.
Grover blushed. He tried to apologize, but Annabeth and I were too busy cracking up.
Finally the bus came. As we stood in line to board, Grover started looking around, sniffing the air like he smelled his favorite school cafeteria delicacy—enchiladas.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said tensely. “Maybe it’s nothing.”
But I could tell it wasn’t nothing. I started looking over my shoulder, too.
I was relieved when we finally got on board and found seats together in the back of the bus. We stowed our backpacks. Annabeth kept slapping her Yankees cap nervously against her thigh.
As the last passengers got on, Annabeth clamped her hand onto my knee. “Percy.”
An old lady had just boarded the bus. She wore a crumpled velvet dress, lace gloves, and a shapeless orange-knit hat that shadowed her face, and she carried a big paisley purse. When she tilted her head up, her black eyes glittered, and my heart skipped a beat.
It was Mrs. Dodds. Older, more withered, but definitely the same evil face.
I scrunched down in my seat.
Behind her came two more old ladies: one in a green hat, one in a purple hat. Otherwise they looked exactly like Mrs. Dodds—same gnarled hands, paisley handbags, wrinkled velvet dresses. Triplet demon grandmothers.
They sat in the front row, right behind the driver. The two on the aisle crossed their legs over the walkway, making an X. It was casual enough, but it sent a clear message: nobody leaves.
The bus pulled out of the station, and we headed through the slick streets of Manhattan.
“She didn’t stay dead long,” I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering. “I thought you said they could be dispelled for a lifetime.”
“I said if you’re lucky,” Annabeth said. “You’re obviously not.”
“All three of them,” Grover whimpered. “Di immortales!”
“It’s okay,” Annabeth said, obviously thinking hard. “The Furies. The three worst monsters from the Underworld. No problem. No problem. We’ll just slip out the windows.”
At the mention of the furies a guy about my age perked up.
He was sitting diagonally from all of us, somewhat over-dressed and trying to hide it. He shifted in his oversized hoodie, and looked around. He caught me staring and I pretended to look away and watched him as he took off his dress shoes and laced up some sneakers he'd been carrying in a light gray bookbag.
“They don’t open,” Grover moaned.
“A back exit?” she suggested.
There wasn’t one. Even if there had been, it wouldn’t have helped. By that time, we were on Ninth Avenue, heading for the Lincoln Tunnel.
“They won’t attack us with witnesses around,” I said. “Will they?”
“Mortals don’t have good eyes,” Annabeth reminded me. “Their brains can only process what they see through the Mist.”
“They’ll see three old ladies killing us, won’t they?”
“Murderous old ladies, you hear new things everyday.” The guy across from us muttered to himself.
“We’re role playing” I added lamely
“Sure” he shrugged and leaned back in his seat, turning to look out the window.
Grover and Annabeth caught my eye. I couldn’t tell if they were suspicious or if the sight of my old math teacher set me on edge. Annabeth obviously decided escape was a more pressing concern. “we can’t count on mortals for help. Maybe an emergency exit in the roof…?”
We hit the Lincoln Tunnel, and the bus went dark except for the running lights down the aisle. It was eerily quiet without the sound of the rain. Mrs. Dodds got up. In a flat voice, as if she’d rehearsed it, she announced to the whole bus: “I need to use the restroom.”
“So do I,” said the second sister.
“So do I,” said the third sister. They all started coming down the aisle.
“I’ve got it,” Annabeth said. “Percy, take my hat.”
“What?”
“You’re the one they want. Turn invisible and go up the aisle. Let them pass you. Maybe you can get to the front and get away.”
“But you guys—”
“There’s an outside chance they might not notice us,” Annabeth said. “You’re a son of one of the Big Three. Your smell might be overpowering.”
“I can’t just leave you.”
“Don’t worry about us,” Grover said. “Go!”
My hands trembled. I felt like a coward, but I took the Yankees cap and put it on.
When I looked down, my body wasn’t there anymore.
“What the f—“ I forgot about him.
I started creeping up the aisle. I managed to get up ten rows, then duck into an empty seat just as the Furies walked past.
Mrs. Dodds stopped, sniffing, and looked straight at me. My heart was pounding.
Apparently she didn’t see anything. She and her sisters kept going.
I was free. I made it to the front of the bus. We were almost through the Lincoln Tunnel now. I was about to press the emergency stop button when I heard hideous wailing from the back row.
The old ladies were not old ladies anymore. Their faces were still the same—I guess those couldn’t get any uglier—but their bodies had shriveled into leathery brown hag bodies with bat’s wings and hands and feet like gargoyle claws. Their handbags had turned into fiery whips.
The Furies surrounded Grover and Annabeth, lashing their whips, hissing: “Where is it? Where?”
The other people on the bus were screaming, cowering in their seats. They saw something, all right.
“He’s not here!” Annabeth yelled. “He’s gone!”
The Furies raised their whips.
Annabeth drew her bronze knife. Grover grabbed a tin can from his snack bag and prepared to throw it.
What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should’ve been named ADHD poster child of the year.
The bus driver was distracted, trying to see what was going on in his rearview mirror.
Still invisible, I grabbed the wheel from him and jerked it to the left. Everybody howled as they were thrown to the right, and I heard what I hoped was the sound of three Furies smashing against the windows.
“Hey!” the driver yelled. “Hey—whoa!”
We wrestled for the wheel. The bus slammed against the side of the tunnel, grinding metal, throwing sparks a mile behind us.
Someone grabbed me by the back of my still invisible shirt and pulled me away from the front of the bus as we careened out of the Lincoln Tunnel and back into the rainstorm, people and monsters tossed around the bus, cars plowed aside like bowling pins.
Somehow the driver found an exit.
We shot off the highway, through half a dozen traffic lights, and ended up barreling down one of those New Jersey rural roads where you can’t believe there’s so much nothing right across the river from New York. There were woods to our left, the Hudson River to our right, and the driver seemed to be veering toward the river.
Another great idea: I hit the emergency brake.
The bus wailed, spun a full circle on the wet asphalt, and crashed into the trees. The emergency lights came on. The door flew open. The bus driver was the first one out, the passengers yelling as they stampeded after him. I was grabbed and shoved into the driver’s seat and sat there catching my breath as they trampled past.
The Furies regained their balance. They lashed their whips at Annabeth while she waved her knife and yelled in Ancient Greek, telling them to back off. Grover threw tin cans.
I looked at the open doorway. I was free to go, but I couldn’t leave my friends. I took off the invisible cap. “Hey!”
The Furies turned, baring their yellow fangs at me, and the exit suddenly seemed like an excellent idea. Mrs. Dodds stalked up the aisle, just as she used to do in class, about to deliver my F– math test. Every time she flicked her whip, red flames danced along the barbed leather.
Her two ugly sisters hopped on top of the seats on either side of her and crawled toward me like huge nasty lizards.
“Perseus Jackson,” Mrs. Dodds said, in an accent that was definitely from somewhere farther south than Georgia. “You have offended the gods. You shall die.”
“I liked you better as a math teacher,” I told her. She growled.
Annabeth and Grover moved up behind the Furies cautiously, looking for an opening. I took the ballpoint pen out of my pocket and uncapped it. Riptide elongated into a shimmering double-edged sword.
The Furies hesitated. Mrs. Dodds had felt Riptide’s blade before. She obviously didn’t like seeing it again.
“Submit now,” she hissed. “And you will not suffer eternal torment.”
“Nice try,” I told her.
“Percy, look out!” Annabeth cried.
Mrs. Dodds lashed her whip around my sword hand while the Furies on the either side lunged at me. My hand felt like it was wrapped in molten lead, but I managed not to drop Riptide. I stuck the Fury on the left with its hilt, sending her toppling backward into a seat.
She recovered faster than I expected but slammed back into her chair with a shocked look on her face. I didn’t have time to process that right then.
I turned and sliced the Fury on the right. As soon as the blade connected with her neck, she screamed and exploded into dust. Annabeth got Mrs. Dodds in a wrestler’s hold and yanked her backward while Grover ripped the whip out of her hands.
“Ow!” he yelled. “Ow! Hot! Hot!”
The Fury I’d hilt-slammed came at me again, talons ready, but I swung Riptide. I wasn’t prepared for her to dodge the swing and grab me by the throat. A rock the size of a brick flew through the air and knocked her in the forehead. She dropped me and I swung riptide before she could catch herself
Mrs. Dodds was trying to get Annabeth off her back. She kicked, clawed, hissed and bit, but Annabeth held on while Grover got Mrs. Dodds’s legs tied up in her own whip. Finally they both shoved her backward into the aisle.
Mrs. Dodds tried to get up, but she didn’t have room to flap her bat wings, so she kept falling down. “Zeus will destroy you!” she promised. “Hades will have your soul!”
“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled
Thunder shook the bus. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
“Get out!” Annabeth yelled at me. “Now!”
I didn’t need any encouragement.
We rushed outside and found the other passengers wandering around in a daze, arguing with the driver, or running around in circles yelling, “We’re going to die!” A Hawaiian shirted tourist with a camera snapped my photograph before I could recap my sword.
I saw the boy from earlier staring at me. He must’ve hit something when the bus crashed because he was holding his shoulder protectively, like he didn’t want anything to touch an already forming bruise.
At some point Grover’s pant leg had ridden up, and revealed furry goat legs. His eyes drifted downward toward the winged sneaker Grover’s hooves. Our eyes met and I tried to think of something to say but he just shook his head slowly.
“Our bags!” Grover realized. “We left our—”
BOOOOOM!
The windows of the bus exploded as the passengers ran for cover. Lightning shredded a huge crater in the roof, but an angry wail from inside told me Mrs. Dodds was not yet dead.
“Run!” Annabeth said. “She’s calling for reinforcements! We have to get out of here!” We plunged into the woods as the rain poured down, the bus in flames behind us, and nothing but darkness ahead.
We got a good distance into the woods, before we heard a huge creak from behind. I stopped and whipped around first, Annabeth and Grover following.
There was no one there.
“Percy?” Grover worried
I shook my head and the three of us turned back in the direction we were heading.
“So.” The boy from the bus was somehow ahead of us. Far enough that we couldn’t cross the distance quickly enough to attack but close enough that we could hear him if he raised his voice a bit.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FURIES ARE REAL AND ARE AFTER TWELVE YEAR OLDS? IS IT ONLY TWELVE YEAR OLDS? I'M THIRTEEN AM I IN DANGER?”
Special visitor, Megumi Fushiguro! ֺּׅ𓏲𝄢̣̣̥ ✙﹒(Super short!!)
Contains:
Megumi x fem!reader, biting, light smut, Megumi fushiguro as your boyfriend
Smut level:
On a scale of one to ten probably a 2
After finally finishing that assignment which did nothing but kick you in the ass all fortnight, you lazily walked to your room, You don't know how you didn't see him but your eyes strike open as your gaze is eventually met with your boyfriend, Megumi.
"I told you, Fushiguro, You can't keep coming to my dorm" You gesture to him to move out of the way as you open your door knob, he follows you inside without invitation, closing the door behind him.
"God forbid I want to spend time with my girlfriend" He says with a smirk on his face.
"But me and you both know that gojo will kill us if he catches us"
Megumi walks up behind you slowly, gently wrapping his hands around your waist. "What he doesn't know won't kill him.." His voice drops a couple octaves.
"you better stop speaking like that" You murmur in weak retaliation, your face in a blush, he spins you around—god he was cute!
You guys walk backwards towards your bed, on top of you, he pulls you into a gentle yet strongly passionate kiss, he pulls away making you feel empty, you give him a kiss back, he smirks, clearly having you where he wants. It was about 30 seconds until he began smashing his face against yours, his hands sliding underneath your body and picking you up, (Still kissing you by the way) flipping you over until you're on-top of him
"Jesus Christ Megumi" You mumble against his lips.
he suddenly pulls away, gently moving to place kisses on your neck, you let out a whimper of approval, he follows a specific trail, you giggle as it tickles your neck, he eventually bites down harshly, leaving a mark on your skin, he pulls back.
"Shit...would you look at that" He smiles, you reluctantly reach up to feel the mark.
"Do it again.." You mumble with desperation.
"Sorry what was that?" Megumi teases, looking at you like he expected you to beg, you roll your eyes....
"Piss off.." You murmur as you lean forward into his chest snuggling into the crook of his neck.
So I redesigned Niccolò to try to make him look a bit more.. Outlast-y?? I always loved him having the gas he huffs but couldn't decide on an appearance. I really like this concept though.
But now I'm desperate to see more art of him. So basically I'm saying WHO WANTS TO DO AN ART TRADE WITH ME?!
